6 Exules.] Horace calls the Romans, Exules, or Fugi tives, on account of their being derived from the Trojans who were obliged to quit their own Country. For the fame Reafon Virgil calls Eneas, fato profugus.

7 Juno here applauds, in a very noble Manner, the Virtue of the ancient Romans, who preferred Poverty to all the Riches of the World.

8 Troy was actually rebuilt in the Time of Horace. The Romans are, therefore, here forbid only to restore it to the fame flourishing Condition it had formerly enjoyed; which would have been the Cafe, if Augustus had transferred the Seat of his Empire thither.

9 Horace here follows the Opinion of thofe, who have faid, that Apollo affifted Neptune in building the Walls of Troy For Homer intimates, that Neptune built them alone; and that Apollo, in the mean while, attended Flocks on Mount Ida.

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10 Non bac jocofa conveniunt lyra. Horace could not urge this Argument farther, without speaking in a more open Manner. On which Account he breaks off abruptly, pretending that his Verfes are not noble enough for fo great a Subject. But we clearly fee, that this is a falfe Modefty. It was not from the Fear of offending thofe Gods, that he left this Ode imperfect, but from the Fear of offending Auguftus, whofe Anger he dreaded as much, at least, as that of the Gods. DACIER.

The SAME ODE Imitated.

By WILLIAM WALSH, Efq;

TH

I.

HE Man that's refolute and just, Firm to his Principles and Truft, Nor Hopes, nor Fears, can blind :

No

No Paffions his Defigns controul;
Nor Love, that Tyrant of the Soul,
Can fhake his fteady Mind.

II.

Nor Parties, for Revenge engag'd;
Nor Threatenings of a Court enrag'd;
Nor Storms where Fleets defpair;
Nor Thunder pointed at his Head;
The fhatter'd World may ftrike him dead,
Not touch his Soul with Fear.

III.

From this the Grecian Glory rofe;
By this the Romans aw'd their Foes;
Of this their Poets fing:

These were the Paths their Heroes trod;
Thefe Arts made Hercules a God,

And great Naffau a King.

IV.

Firm on the rolling Deck he stood,
Unmov'd he saw the breaking Flood,
With blackening Storms combine:
Virtue, he cry'd, will force its Way;
The Wind may for a while delay,
Not alter our Design.

V.

The Man, whom selfish Hopes inflame,

• Or Vanity allures to Famé,

May be to Fears betray'd:

• But

But here, a CHURCH for Succour flies; • Infulted LAW expiring lies,

And loudly calls for Aid.

VI.

Yes, Britons, yes, with ardent Zeal,
I come, the wounded Heart to heal,
The wounding Hand to bind:
See! Tools of arbitrary Sway,
• And Priefts, like Locufts, fcour away
Before the Western Wind.

VII.

• LAW fhall again her Force refume,
RELIGION, clear'd from Clouds of Rome,
With brighter Rays advance;

The British Fleet fhall rule the Deep;
The British Youth, as rous'd from Sleep,
Strike Terror into France.

VIII.

Nor fhall thefe Promises of Fate < Be limited to my fhort Date; • When I from Cares withdraw, Still fhall the British Sceptre ftand, Still flourish in a Female Hand, • And to Mankind give Law.

IX.

She fhall Domestic Foes unite;

• Monarchs beneath her Flags fhall fight;

Whole Armies drag her Chain :

‹ She

She fhall loft Italy reftore,

• Shall make th' Imperial Eagle foar, And give a King to Spain.

X.

But know, these Promises are given,
These great Rewards impartial Heaven
• Does on these Terms decree;
That, ftrictly punishing Mens Faults,
You let their Confciences and Thoughts
• Reft abfolutely free.

XI.

Let no falfe Politics confine,

In narrow Bounds, your vaft Design

To make Mankind unite ;

Nor think it a fufficient Cause

To punish Men by penal Laws,

For not believing right.

XII.

Rome, whofe blind Zeal deftroys Mankind;
• Rome's Sons fhall your Compaffion find,
Who ne'er Compaffion knew.
By nobler Actions theirs condemn :
For what has been reproach'd in Them,
Can ne'er be prais'd in You.'

XIII.

These Subjects fuit not with the Lyre;
Mufe! to what Height doft Thou aspire;
Pretending to rehearse

The

The Thoughts of Gods and godlike Kings?
Ceafe, cease, to leffen lofty Things
By mean ignoble Verfe.

The Reader may find some Account of Mr Walsh, the Author of this Ode, in the Notes annexed to Mr Pope's Fpiftles, Vol. I. p. 44 and 56, 12mo. He died in 1708. Mr Pope gives this Character of him, in his Essay on Criticism, p. 114. 4to Edition of his Works, 1717.

Such late was Walsh, the Mufe's Judge and Friend,
Who justly knew to blame, or to commend;
To Failings mild, but zealous for Defert;

The clearest Head, and the finçereft Heart.

This Ode may be preferred to the Original, as containing a more excellent Moral. We have a Dialogue by the fame Hand, perhaps not inferior to Lucian, entitled, ESCULAPIUS, or the Hofpital of Fools. It first appeared in a Collection of Poems, printed for Pemberton, 1714, 8vo.

D

O DE IV.

To CALLIOPE.

By Mr. J. DUNCOMBE.

Efcend, thou fweetest of the tuneful Train,
Calliope! thou Queen of Song,

I

Defcend, and gracefully prolong,

In folemn Notes, fome enthusiastic Strain ;
Whether the clear harmonious Voice,
Or animated Lyre, be thy propitious Choice.

Hark!