SIR RICHARD BLACKMORE
When I had written Prince Arthura Poem that came abroad two yearsagoI was so diffident of the Performancethat I continu'd unresolv'd for manyWeekswhether I should let it appearor wholly suppress ittill the Judgmentof othersfor which I had a great Deferencedetermin'd me to make it Publick.The Favour and Approbation it met withwas much greaterand far more Universaleven among great Namesand establish'duncontested Judgesthan I had ever theVanity to expect. Nor was I in the least surpriz'd or troubledthat it met withsome Opposers. For I must have been extreamly ignorant of the nature of HumanePassionsif I had not certainly foreseenthat not only the Design of the Poembut likewise the Provoking Preface to itmust needs have engag'da Considerable Partyamong whom were several Men of Wit and Partsto use their utmost Endeavours to sink its Reputation; if indeed it shoulddeserve any.
Besideswhen I consider'd that I was so great a stranger to the Musesand by no means free of the Poets Companyhaving never Kiss'd theirGovernour's handsnor made the least Court to the Committee that sits in ConventGarden; and that therefore mine was not so much as a Permission Poembut a puredownright Interloperit was but natural to concludethat those Gentlemenwho by AssistingCrying upExcusing andComplementing one anothercarry on their Poetical Trade in a Joynt-stockwouldcertainly do what they could to sink and ruin an unlicens'd Adventurer;notwithstanding I disturb'd none of their Factorysnor imported any Goods theyhad ever dealt in. I knew that I ran a very great Risk while I was so hardy toventure abroad Naked and Unguardedwhen none of the Company went outwithout a notable Convoy of Criticks and Applauderswho wereconstantly in their Service; Men tho' singly of no great Forceyet when unitedconsiderable for their Numbers. Accordingly when the Poem came forth theyattack'd ittho' perhaps not with all the Discretionyet with all the FuryImaginable; But all their Strokes were lostand all their Efforts made in vain.Impartial Readerswith great Generosityprotected the strange Musefrom their rude Insults; and rescu'd her from their Noise and Violence. Fortheir Character and Temperas well as the Grounds and Reasons of their Outcrysand Opposition were so well knownthat they could by no means pass forunbyass'd and Disinterested Judges; and therefore all their Attempts eitherprov'd Unsuccessfulor produc'd a quite contrary Effectand instead oflessening the Credit of the Poem in many Instances they very muchadvanc'd it.
These Gentlemen pretend to be displeas'd with Prince Arthurbecause they have discover'd so many Faults in it: But there is good reason tobelieve they would have been more displeas'dif they had discover'd fewer. Butthey saythey have very nicely and carefully compar'd this Poem with Virgil'sand they find that famous Roman has abundantly the advantage of PrinceArthur. This they are Confident ofand are ready to maintain against allMankind what I must confessI never in the least doubted of. But in the meantimethe making of that Comparisonand the very starting of the Debateis agreater Honour done to the Poem than could have been expected from theenemys of it. But they seem to have given it yet a greater Reputationinasmuchas they have not adventur'd to say or maintainthat either Homer himselfthe Prince and Father of the Epick Poetsor any of his SuccessorsVirgil exceptedhas shewn a more regular Conductor a more perfectModelhow much greater Genius soever do's appear in their Writings.
After all it must be acknowledg'dthat setting aside abundance of FrivolousFrolicksomand Groundless Objections which the Enemys of Prince Arthurhave madethat several considerable Defects are to be found in that Poem.I was conscious to my selfthat the Second and Third Books were too long beforeI publish'd themtho' they were not made before the Firstas some haveimagin'dbut hoping that they would not prove tedious to any impartial Readersand that it might be an useful Entertainment to manyI was contented to letthat Indecorum pass. And several Friends to Prince Arthur did veryearly convince methat in several Instances the DescriptionsDigressionsandSimileswere lyable to the same Objection. I was likewise soon after thePublishing satisfy'dthat I had not well consider'd the Recital made by Luciusin the Fourth Book; and particularly that it began too high; as likewise of manyother Faults and Indecencies of less Importance.
'Tis certainthat none could expect from me an Epick Poem in alldegrees of Perfectionthere is no faultless Writer of that Kindhas everappear'd in the Worldnot Virgil himself exceptedtho' his Poem was alabour'd Piecethe Work of great part of his Life; and after revis'd by twoEminent Criticks Tucca and Varius. And as for the great Homerif any Gentleman is pleas'd to read Rapin's Comparison of him with Virgilhe will be soon convinc'd that the Poems of this Wonderful Man have manyconsiderable Defects. But the Criticksand particularly the famous Longinushave an Apology that will easily get him off: They say of Writers of the firstRanksuch as Homer and Demosthenesthat one or two of theirextraordinary and admirable Thoughts will Atone for all their Faultsand that agreat Man is uncapable of attending with anxious Care to matters of littleImportance.
And if a sourpragmatical Critick would spend a Years time insearching after Objections to either of these Authourshe might perhaps find agreat deal to say; but nothing that would lessen their Reputation.
The faults in Prince Arthur proceeded partly from defect of Judgmentand Genius equal toand sufficient for so great and difficult anUndertaking; partly from want of Leisure and Retirementto consider coolly everpart of that Writingand partly from the hasty Dispatch of it; it having beenBegunCarry'd on and Compleatedas in the Preface was Suggestedin less thantwo years timeand by such catches and startsand in such occasionaluncertain hoursas the Business of my Profession would afford me. And thereforefor the greatest part that Poem was written in Coffee-housesandin passing up and down the Streets; because I had little leisure elsewhere toapply to it.
Another reason of the Defects that appear in that writing is thisThat whenI undertook it I had been long a stranger to the Muses. I had read but little Poetrythroughout my whole Lifeand in fifteen years beforeI had notas I canrememberwrote a hundred Lines in Verseexcepting a Copy of Latine Verses inhonour of a Friend's Book.
As this Apology will perhaps take off the severity of the Reader's Censure asto Prince Arthurso I hope it may likewise have the same Effectas tothe following Poem; for all the same thingsexcept the lastcan be saidto excuse the Defects that shall appear in this. And if it shall be demanded whyit was so hastily publish'dall that I shall say is thisthat the JudiciousReader will soon find in the Poem it selfthe true Reason why I couldkeep it no longer by me; which if I could have doneit wouldperhapshaveappear'd with more Advantages.
The Reasons which induc'd me to make the formerdid likewise engage me inthis second Attempt in Epick Poetry; and among the restparticularlythisthat the young Gentlemen and Ladys who are delighted with Poetry mighthave a usefulat least a harmless Entertainmentwhich in our Modern Plays andPoems cannot ordinarily be found. The Candor of the Age has made my Design in agreat measure successfulwhereby I am abundantly convinc'd that those Poets areunder a great mistakethat think there is no otherbut that leud andabominable way of writing which was encourag'd in the late Reignsthat willplease the Nation. This is a meer Pretence of ill Poetswhose Imaginations arefill'd only with base and contemptible Ideas; Men of a poor and narrow Geniusscarce above the level of Writers of Farcewho would not have Images enoughleft in their Minds to furnish out a Poemif the prophane and obsceneones were struck out. And tho' these mischievous ways of Writing are stillendur'dto the great prejudice of Religion and good Mannersyet if ever the EnglishNation recovers it's ancient Vertueand a just Tast of these MattersI do notdoubt but most of those Writers who have been esteem'd and applauded in the lateloose and vicious Timeswill be rejected with Indignation and Contemptas theDishonour of the Musesand the Underminers of the Publick Good. But I amcarry'd on to a Subject of which I have spoken enough heretofore.
Since the writing of thisI have seen a Tragedy call'd the MourningBride; which I think my self oblig'd to take notice of in this place. This Poemhas receiv'dand in my Opinion very justlyUniversal Applause; being look'd onas the most perfect Tragedy that has been wrote in this Age. The Fableas far as I can judge at first sightis a very Artful and Masterly Contrivance.The Characters are well chosenand well delineated. That of Zarais admirable. The Passions are well touch'dand skillfully wrought up.The Diction is ProperClearBeautifulNobleand diversify'd agreeablyto the variety of the Subject. Viceas it ought to beis punish'dand OpprestInnocence at last Rewarded. Nature appears very happily imitatedexcepting oneor two doubtful Instancesthro' the whole Piecein all which there are noimmodest Images or Expressionsno wildunnatural Rantsbut some fewExceptions being allow'dall things are ChastJustand Decent. This Tragedyas I said beforehas mightily obtain'd; and that without the unnatural andfoolish mixture of Farce and Buffoonrywithout so much as a Songor Dance to make it more agreeable. By this it appearsthat as a sufficient Geniuscan recommend it selfand furnish out abundant matter of Pleasure andAdmiration without the paultry helps above nam'dso likewise that the Tast ofthe Nation is not so far deprav'dbut that a Regular and Chast Play will notonly be forgivenbut highly Applauded. And now there is some reason to hopethat our Poets will follow this excellent Exampleand that hereafter noslovenly Writer will be so hardy as to offer to our Publick Audiences hisobscene and prophane Pollutionsto the great Offence of all Persons of Vertueand good Sense. The common pretence that the Audience will not be otherwisepleas'dis now wholly remov'd; for here is a notorious Instance to the contrary.And it must be look'd on hereafter as the Poet's faultand not the People'sif we have not better Performances. All men must now conclude that 'tis for wantof Wit and Judgment to support themthat our Poets for the Stage applythemselves to such low and unworthy ways to recommend their Writings; andtherefore I cannot but conceive Great Hopes that every good Genius forthe fuutre will look on it self debas'd by condescending to Write in that leudMannerthat has been of late years introduc'dand too long Encourag'd. And ifthis comes to pass the Writers in the late Reigns will be asham'd of their ownWorksand wish they had their Plays in againas well as their fulsomeDedications.
Some Persons have demanded the Reasonseeing I had a Fancy to be an Authorwhy I had not written on some useful Subject in Physic or Philosophy: this theyimagin'd would have became me better than the engaging my Thoughts on a Subjectso far distant from the Business of my Profession. I desire these Gentlemen toreceive this answer; FirstThat the writing of thisas well as the former Poemwas not Businessbut Diversion and Recreation; an Innocent Amusement toentertain me in such leisure hours which were usually past away before inConversationand unprofitable hearing and telling of News. But if I had set myself to writing on matters of Physic or Philosophythis would nothave been a Recreationbut another Business and Labourfor which I was unfitand that requir'd the Liberty of my Books and Closetandsome sort of Retirementwhich the Continual Dutys of my Profession would notallow me. But I have also another Reason to give to the Persons who ask theQuestion above mention'd; and that isthat I am so far faln out with allHyphotheses in Philosophyand all Doctrines of Physic which are builtupon themthat in such matters I am almost reduc'd to a Sceptical Despair.The Almighty's Creation is like his Providenceunsearchable; his Worksand his Ways are equallypast finding out; the raising of an Hypotheses in Philosophy obtains little moreCredit with methat the erecting a Scheme in Astrology; and the Judgments andDecisions that are given upon them seem to me alike Precarious and uncertain. Iwas once enamour'd with the Cartesian Systembut the warmth of myPassion is quite extinguish'd. It may indeed make a Man capable of entertainingand amusing othersbut not of quieting and satisfying himself. All Knowledge isvaluable according to it's degree of Usefulnessas it do's more or less promotethe benefit of Mankindand for this Reason 'tis a great mortification toconsider how little the Pains and Time I have bestow'd in Philosophical Enquiryshave contributed to my knowledge in Curing Diseases. I am now inclin'd to thinkthat 'tis an Injury to a Man of good sense and natural Sagacityto be hamper'dwith any Hypothesis before he comes to the Practice of Physic. For thisprepossession obstructs the Freedom of his Judgementputs a strong Byass on hisThoughtsand obliges him to make all the Observations that occur to him in hisPractiseto comply withand humour his pre-conceived Opinions; whereas inReasonhis Observations on Nature should be first madebefore any Hypothesesshould be establish'd. A clear and penetrating UnderstandingCultivated andMatur'd by repeatedDiligent Observationwill in my Opinionmake a more ableand accomplish'd Physitianthan any Philosophical Scheme that has yetobtain'd in the World. And what useful KnowledgeI have gain'd this way in myProfessionmay perhaps sometime be made Publick.
I look on my self to have greater obligations to the Studies of Logic andMetaphysickswherein I was carefully instructed in the Universitywhichimprove and advance our reasoning Facultyteach us to think clearly anddistinctlyto speak pertinentlycloselyand justly; and thereby fit a Man forany kind of Business or Professionthan to all the Searches which I have madeafter the Reasons and Causes of Natural Phænomena.
I am very sensiblethat these Studies are in great Contempt with manyIngenious Men; the subject of much Railleryand the great Abomination of the Wits.But I am likewise very sensiblethat these merry Men very rarely becomeeminently useful in any sort of Profession; for the most part they continueTriflers all their Days; and a meer Jesterwhen he comes abroad into the Worldmakes a very mean Figure among Men of Business. 'Tis remarkable that those Idleand almost illiterate Young Menthat are call'd Wits in our Universitiesare very inconsiderable Things elsewhere; for Mankind will never be perswaded tohave those Menwho can only make them laughin equal Esteem with those thatcan do them Good.
Thus much in answer to those who have demandedWhy a Physician instead ofcommunicating his Knowledge and Experience in his Professionbusys himself inWriting Heroic Poems.
As to the following Performancetho' the Hero be the sameyet 'tisanother entire Poemdistinct from the former: For 'tis the Diversity of theActionand not of the Herothat diversifies the Poem. And that theReader may better observe whence the Action of this takes its RiseI will tellin short King Arthur's Storyas 'tis related by Geofry of Monmouth.That there was about the end of the Fourthor the beginning of the Fifth Centurya King of Britain nam'd Arthur; a Prince of extraordinaryQualitiesand Famous for his Martial Atchievementswho succeeeded his Father UterPendragonall our Historians agree; and the eminently learned Bishop of Worcesterin his Origines Britannicæ do's acknowledge it. And tho' theabove-cited Geofry of Monmouth is indeed a Fabulous Authoryethis Authorityespecially considering that there was such a Warlike Prince as Arthuris a sufficient Foundation for an Epick Poem. This Author saysthatafter King Arthur had Conquer'd the Saxonswho being call'd in byVortigern to protect him against the Incursions and Depredations of the Scotsand Pictstook the advantageand settled themselves in this Island; heprepar'd a Royal NavyEmbark'd his Troopsand directed hisCourse to the Coasts of Norway; then calledaccording to CluveriusNerigonor the Western Part of Scandinavia. This Kingdombeing subduedhe carried his Arms into the Country now call'd Denmarkthen inhabited by the Cimbri: And by the Writers of the Age in which Geofryof Monmouth liv'dcall'd commonlybut erroneouslyDacia. ThisKingdom he likewise quickly overrun: For it seems nothing could stand before him.This donehe return'd home in Triumphand having for a whileentertain'd athis Court with great Splendor and Magnificencemultitudes of ForeignPrincesand Knights famous for Chivalrywho came to signalize their Valourat the Justs and Tournaments which King Arthur hadproclaim'd; He Embark'd his Army to Invade Galliasate down before Lutetiaonce the Capital City of the Parisijand in Arthur's daysof the Franciand soon made himself Master of the Place. This Expeditionand the Conquest of Lutetiais the Subject of the following Poem.
The Model of it is Newand therfore now I hope I shall not be Censur'd foran Imitatortho' I must confessI cannot believe my Imitation of Virgilin the former Poem to be the least dishonour. Would the famous Sir GodfryKneller think it a Reproach if any should saythat his Pencil too nearlyfollow'd that of Raphael Urbin? Or can it be imagin'dthat Sir ChristopherWren would be offendedif it should be objected to himthat in his buildingof St. Paul's Church he too much imitated Michael Angelo.
And as I had not my Eye upon any other Modelso I am not conscious to mySelf of having us'd any Authour's Thoughts or Expressionsexcepting two orthree Images taken from Homerand a few allusions to some Inventionsof Miltonwhom I took on as a very Extraordinary Genius. Ifthere be any other Thoughts that are not my ownthey are taken from the SacredWriters of the Biblewhich I hope I shall not be condemn'd for. I have in the SixthBook adventur'd on an Allegoryfinding Homer has done the likein his Story of Circe. His ExampleI imaginas well as the Nature andDesign of Epick Poetry will justify that Attemptespecially since I havenot dwelt long upon it.
Whether the Fable of this Poem be a regular Contrivancewhether there be but OneUnbrokenCompleat Actionwhether the Choicethe ConductConnexionand Extension of the Episodesandwhether the Diction and Narration be such as the Rules of EpickPoetry requiremust be left to the Decision of the Judicious Reader.It would be a wild Imagination to think of pleasing all the Criticks whoare no better agreed among themselves. Till the Rules of Writing are Setled bysome Infallible Judge of Controversys among Poetstherewill be different Opinions and disagreeing Sects in Parnassuswho will always treat and persecute one another as Obstinate Hereticks.The Essential and Fundamental Articlesfor want of which aPoet is justly condemn'dare very few. There are Abundance of probableDoctrines which the Schoolmen of Parnassus and the Poets inSpeculation may hold affirmatively or negativelyas they pleaseand yet belook'd on as very good Sons of the Muses. If there appears enoughin this Poem to Entertain those candid Readers who were notdispleas'd with the FormerI shall be abundantly satisfy'dand easilypass by the Censures of those who are declared Enemys before hand. TheIngenuous part of Mankind will not fall unmercifully on a Writer of EpickPoetrywherein only two MenI mean Homer and Virgil havesucceeded. Whatever Genius others have discover'dnone have left anyThing that came near to a perfect Modelbut these two great Masters: andI do not think it amiss in this place to make a Comparison between themwithwhich I shall end this Preface.
Homer excels in GeniusVirgil in Judgment. Homer asconscious of his great Riches and Fullness entertains the Reader withgreat Splendor and Magnificent Profusion. Virgil's Dishes are wellchosenand tho not Rich and Numerousyet serv'd up in great Order and Decency.Homer's Imagination is StrongVast and Boundlessan unexhausted Treasureof all kinds of Images; which made his Admirers and Commentatorsin all Ages affirmthat all sorts of Learning were to be found in his Poems.Virgil's Imagination is not so Capacioustho' his Ideas areClearNobleand of great Conformity to their Objects. Homer has more ofthe Poetical Inspiration. His Fire burns with extraordinary Heat andVehemenceand often breaks out in Flasheswhich SurpriseDazle and Astonishthe Reader: Virgil's is a clearer and a chaster Flamewhichpleases and delightsbut never blazes in that extraordinary and surprisingmanner. Methinks there is the same Difference between these two great Poetsas there is between their Heros. Homer's HeroAchillesisVehementRaging and Impetuous. He is always on Fireand transported with animmoderate and resistless Furyperforms every where Miraculous Atchievementsand like a rapid Torrent overturns all things in his way. Æneas theHero of the Latine Poetis a calmSedate Warriour. He do's not wantCourageneither has he any to spare: and the Poet might have allowed hima little more Firewithout overheating him. As for Invention'tis evident the GreekPoet has mightily the advantage. Nothing is more Rich and Fertile than Homer'sFancy. He is FullAbundantand Diffusive above all others. Virgil onthe other hand is rather drythan fruitful. 'Tis plain the Latin Poet inall his famous Æneishas very littleif any Design of his own. TheRecital of the Destruction of Troyand the Story of the WoodenHorseMacrobius saysis almost word for word taken from Pisander. TheNavigation of Æneas; and his Dangers and Adventures by Seaaredrawn from the example of Homer's Ulysses. His Descent into Hellwhichmakes the Noble Sixth Bookis likewise in Imitation of the Hero beforenam'd. The Shield of Æneas is form'd by that of Achilles. TheBattels in the Æneis very much resemble those in the Ilias. Agreat many of the Pictures are taken from thenceand abundance of the Warrioursare the same with those who fought before the Walls of Troy.
And tho 'tis true the Story of Æneas and Dido is not to betrac'd in Homer's Worksyet Macrobius tells us in hisSaturnaliathat this likewise is borrow'd from what is said of Jasonand Medea in the Fourth Book of Apollonius his Argonautica.Those who are willing to see how much Virgil is indebted to Homerand the rest of the Greek Poetsand also to the Latins themselvesas EnniusLucretiusVarius& c. from whom he has taken hisDesignsor his particular Images; or whose very Lines he has Translated almostword for wordof which an Incredible number of Instances may be givenmayconsult the before nam'd Macrobius in his SaturnaliaFulvius Ursinushis Comparatio Virgilij cum Scriptoribus Græcis & Guelliushis Commentson this great Poet. They will then see plainly that Virgil'sMaterials were all borrow'dtho' the Noble Structure be his own. TheExcellency of this Extraordinary Man lay in his Judicious ContrivanceRegular Conductthe Skilful Accomodation of other Mens Conceptions tohis own Purposeand in the ProprietyDecencyBeauty and Majesty ofhis Expressionwhich in the finish'd Parts of his Poem are Admirableand Inimitable. If therefore the Question bewho had the greater GeniusHomer or Virgilthere is no doubt but Homer must be Prefer'd?But if it be whether Virgil's be a more RegularArtful and Judicious Poemthan either of Homersthen Virgil must be acknowledg'd to havethe advantage?
Celestial MuseInstruct me how to sing
The generous Pity of the British King
Who mov'd by Gallia's <blandx.htm>crysand Heav'n's Command
Sustain'd excessive toyl by Sea and Land
The Gallic Christians Freedom to restore
And save Neustrasia's Realm from Clotar's power.
The Valiant Briton from the Cimbrian<blandx.htm> Coast
Was newly landed with his Conq'ring Host
Leading his Spoils and Captive Lords along
Augusta's <blandx.htm> Streetsamidstth' applauding throng
Who sung his Triumphs and proclaim'd aloud
His mighty Deeds on Eyder's <blandx.htm>wond'ring Flood:
When num'rous Envoys drawn by Arthur's fame
From distant Kingdoms to Augusta came.
Faces so strangeand Habits so unknown
Had ne'er before pass'd thro' th' admiring Town.
They made their publick Entrys at her Gate
With great Magnificence and Princely State.
They strove in Pomp each other to out-do
And who should most their Master's Greatness shew.
Thick at the Court did Forreign Lords appear
Some by Affection broughtbut more by Fear.
Some Leagues of lasting Friendship offer'dsome
Did for Protection from Oppressors come:
But allO Albion <blandx.htm>did applaud thy fate
Blest with so just a Prince to guide thy State.
The Night her Sable Banner did display
And from the Air to chase the Light away
Drew out her must'ring Shades in black Array:
When Britain's King dissolv'd in balmy rest
Dismist the Cares of Empire from his Breast.
But Heav'n mean timewhich such a Noble Mind
For Dangersand for glorious toyl design'd
Did by a Dream sent in the silent Night
To fresh Heroic Deeds the King excite:
Its Springs divinely touch'dhis lab'ring Brain
Did this Celestial Vision entertain.
The pious King seem'd in his Dream to stand
On Albion's Shoreand to the adverse Strand
Looking across the interposing Tyde
Which do's the Briton from the Frank divide
He saw upon the Beach Sev'n Men appear
Of Noble Formand more than Vulgar Air.
Advancing to the Margin of the Flood
And lifting up their hands they cry'd aloud
Ohcome and help uscome victorious King
And quick Assistance to th' afflicted bring.
The strong Impression Sleep's soft Fetters broke
And from his Dream the British King awoke:
Who in his thoughts revolv'd what Heav'n should mean
By this surprizing Visionary Scene.
When the fair Morn had shot her early ray
And spread her Purple Loom with dawning Day:
Four Noble Gallic Lords who had surviv'd
King Clotar's Rageat Arthur's Court arriv'd
To move the Briton's Pityand to crave
His mighty Aid their sinking State to save.
Then on his Throne his Scepter in his hand
Great Arthur satebut first he gave command
That these to have the Audience which they sought
Before his high Tribunal should be brought.
Soon as the Franks <blandx.htm>came onward to relate
King Clotar's Rageand Gallia's wretched fate
Arthur perceiv d by Faceand Dressand Mein
That he the Men had in his Vision seen.
The Gallic Peers advanc'dand at their head
Great Clovis came in Arms and Suff'rings bred.
So soft his Airso graceful was his Port
As he had practis'd nothing but the Court:
And yet so brave in Armsand so much skill'd
As he had ne'er been absent from the Field.
He spoke to all the high Concerns of State
As in the Council he had ever sate
And when amidst the Men that wore the Gown
The Schools admir'dand thought him all their own.
But his Religious Zeal and Pure Belief
Crown'd with Immortal Praise the Pious Chief.
The Noblest British mixt with Gallic Blood
To make th' uncommon Man together flow'd:
For by the Father's he was near ally'd
To Gallia's Kingand by the Mothers side
He from the Catuclanian <blandx.htm>Princes came
A house in Albion of Illustrious Fame.
He with a Mournful and Pathetic Air
To Britain's King address'd this humble prayer.
When Heav'n with deep Compassion mov'd to see
Mankind Destroy'd by raging Tyranny
Is pleas'd to raise some mighty Chiefto ease
Kingdoms laid wastand Captives to release;
To pull proud Monarchs and Oppressors down
And Rightand Liberty to re-enthrone;
When such a Gift Divine from Heav'n is sent
The Poorth' Opprestth' Afflicted Innocent
Think they have Right to tell to him their Grief
And from his generous Arms to crave Relief:
Heros are Blessings on the World bestow'd
They reap the Honourbut Mankind the Good.
Torn by a fierce Destroyer's bloody Jaws
And grip'd between Oppressions Iron Claws
Tormented with unsufferable Pains
Bow'd down with Griefand laden with our Chains
Low at your feetwe for your Pity cry
To whom th' Afflicted for Protection fly.
We ask Redress from your Victorious Sword
To ease sad Gallia's Realm your Aid afford.
Th' Oppressor Clotar with a cruel hand
Spreads fearful Desolation thro' our Land.
He mocks his Godstheir Laws he disregards
And scorns alike their Vengeance and Rewards.
Our Noblest Virgins from their Parents torn
Are to his Bed with Barb'rous Outrage born.
In every Town unheard of Rapes asswage
His Lustas endless Murders do his Rage.
His dreadful Courtlike a Cyclopian Den
Is fill'd with Rapineand half-eaten Men;
Where lies of mangled Limbs an endless store
And wide mouth'd Caldrons flow with Humane Gore.
For he his Subjects on his Table sets
And their raw Limbs (a horrid Banquet) eats:
With Savage Riot on th' unnatural food
He pours down mighty Bowls of reeking Blood.
Pleas'd with the monstrous Luxury he draws
Into a hideous Smile his squallid Jaws.
Vast Magazines appear within his Court
Where Torments are dispos'd of various sort;
Where Cruelty with bloody Trophys crown'd
Views all her Deaths and Tortures spread around:
WheelsCrossesRacks by able Masters wrought
Who had with Hellish Skill and anxious thought
Refin'd Destruction to Perfection brought.
And here their Curst Inventions all remain
Which Death improveand manage ling'ring Pain.
Th' Oppressor teaches Fate a slower pace
And rarely gives the Deadly stroke of Grace.
He thinks to those he does Compassion show
Who die but onceand at a single blow.
His Guards the bloody Servants of his will
With Spoil and Ruin all our Cities fill.
These Ministers of Hell with Sword in hand
Insult our Doorsand all our Wealth demand.
The Farmer sweats and tills in vain the Soil
These reap the Harvest and enjoy his Toil.
Merchants who Forreign Treasures bring are lost
Upon their own unhospitable Coast.
Those who escape loud TempestsRocksand Waves
Th' inexorable Clotar never saves.
Our Sons and Daughters to the Mountains<blandx.htm> fly
Where Grass and Roots their want of Bread supply.
The Men in Heaps are spread upon the Ground
And half chewn Herbs within their Mouths are found.
Our Towns are Emptyand the tender Grass
Springs in the unfrequented Market-place.
If to our Cruel Masters we complain
They mock our Suff'ringsand increase our Pain.
Licentious Troops not sparing Sex or Age
Leave all the marks of their unbridled Rage.
Bloody Assassins force our Doors by Night
And stab the Children in the Parents sight.
Matrons and Maids together diewhen first
They've been dishonor'd by the Murd'rer's Lust.
Some the Destroyer puts off from the Shore
In Barkswithout a Rudder Sail or Oar
To be convey'das Winds and Billows please
'Midst all th' amazing Terrours of the Seas.
Some Gally Slaves with Endless labour sweat
And on the Ocean's back their strokes repeat
While from their cruel Masters they receive
More frequent woundsthan to the Seas they give.
The Christians are in Christian Temples slain
And the Priest's blood do's his own Altar stain.
Some doom'd in Mines to subterranean toyl
Enrich th' Oppressor with the wealthy spoil.
To Prisons some are drag'd in pondrous chains
Where Ruffians Whips inflict tormenting pains.
In Dungeons some 'midst loathsom Vermin lie
Some by the Racksome by the Jav'lin die.
Thy Nero's and thy Maximins O Rome
And all the Spoilers which thy savage womb
Fruitful of Monsters ever yet brought forth
Are all out-done by Clotar's single birth.
His unexampled Cruelties surpass
The Deeds of all thy Persecuting Race.
Ages to come will their weak Rage forget
And only Clotar's Violence repeat.
They seem'd contented only to destroy
And Death and Torment did their Fury cloy.
But none of all th' Inexorable kind
With Clotar's Genius Cruelty refin'd:
No Master Tyrant had so vast a reach
To find new Plaguesnone so much Zeal to teach
His Ministers strange Methods to destroy
None e'er before with such transporting joy
O'er tortur'd Innocents insulting stood
None with such Pleasure bath'd himself in blood
Or in Tormenting e'er such Judgment show'd.
What Monarch e'er before stood scoffing by
To see his Subjects in slow Torments dy
And told the Suff'rers there was no pretence
To blame such soft and gentle Violence:
Such mild inlight'ning Painsthat might display
O'er their Erroneous Minds Celestial Day.
All who these barb'rous Cruelties survive
The bloody Ruffians to their Altar drive;
Down their Reluctant throats they thrust the Meat
And force them of their Sacrifice to eat.
Conversions are by Arm'd Invaders made
Who with resistless Arguments perswade:
Who for Conviction shed the People's blood
And ruin wretched Mortals for their Good.
The mocking Hypocrite's unjust pretence
Isto reduce by Racks and Violence
Perverted Judgments to a righter Sense.
The Converts of the Sword Complyance show
And full of horrour to their Idols bow;
By this they hope the Conq'rour's Sword to stay
And to secure their Lives their Faith betray:
But that infernal Malice may be cloy'd
That Soul and Body both may be destroy'd
The Cruel Infidel with Sword in hand
O'er the new Convert do's triumphant stand:
Then in his Bowels do's the Weapon sheath
Who loses both his Innocence and Breath
Rack'd with the torments of Despair and Death.
Some sore distrest to Wilds and Desarts fly
In Caves and Rocksin Woods and Mountains ly.
Whilelike the Jews abandon'd Nationsome
Thro' Forreign Regions poor and naked roam.
What Kingdom is not conscious of our Moans?
Who have not seen our Tearsor heard our Groans?
Do's the laborious Sun survey a Soil
In his Diurnalor his Annual toil
Which to our Fugitives ne'er gave Relief
And never entertain'd our wandring Grief.
This is the Gallic Christians wretched fate
Which not the liv'liest Accents can relate.
And now the Moon twice dips her silver horns
And with fresh rays her changing face adorns;
Since Iand these sad Friends together met
Resolving from Lutetia <blandx.htm>to retreat
And seek in Forreign Climes a milder seat.
Then while our Country's fate we did lament
And flowing Tears gave to our sorrow vent;
A glorious Form like some Inferior God
Newly descended from his blest abode
Entring the RoomCelestial Lustre spread
From his Immortal Eyesand radiant Head.
A Heav'nly bloom adorn'd his youthful Face
And Starry Robes did his bright Limbs embrace:
When first the Lovely Stranger did appear
We bow'd with Rev'renceand we shook with fear.
Then strait th' Illustrious Person silence broke
And thus my trembling Friends and me bespoke.
The God who rules as well the spacious Sky
As this low Ballwho from his Throne on high
Encompass'd with impenetrable Day
Do's all his Worlds with one quick glance survey;
Who loves the Proud and Haughty to debase
And sets the Meek and Humble in their place;
Touch'd with Compassion hears your mournful Crys
Which mixt with dying groans to Heav'n arise.
He now Decrees th' Oppressor Clotar's fall
Whose full grown Crimes for swift Destruction call:
For tho' his Vengefull Thunder rises slow
'Tis to discharge a more tremendous blow.
Indulgent Heav'n by Arthur's hand has broke
Britannia's Fettersand Tyrannic Yoke.
His Pious Arms shall ease Lutetia's Pains
Release her Sonsand break their pondrous Chains.
This Great Deliv'rer shall Europa save
Which haughty Monarchs labour to enslave.
Then shall Religion reer her starry head
And Light Divine o'er all the Nations spread.
Quickly embark and steer for Albion's Shore
To seek King Arthur and his Aid implore.
Your prayer shall movethat Pity in his breast
Which shall engage his Arms to give you rest.
He saidand strait the glorious Youth withdrew
Display'd his shining Wingsand Upward flew.
Cheer'd with his words we with our utmost care
Did all things for the Voyage soon prepare.
When thrice the Sun had his mild splendor shed
And o'er the East Etherial purple spred:
We all embarktand soon to Albion's Coast
Born with a prosp'rous Gale the Ocean crost.
Thus the Celestial Message we obey'd
Sent by Supream Commandto crave your Aid.
He ceas'd. King Arthur carefully supprest
The generous Passion struggling in his breast.
He look'd on this as on a Call Divine
Which did this noble Enterprize enjoyn
The Gallic Christians Freedom to restore
And give that Aid the Suff'rers did implore.
Then to the Franks the Briton thus reply'd
Your Prayer is neither grantednor deny'd:
What you have now propos'd I'll duly weigh
And then my Answer give without delay.
The Franks withdrawnthe Hero order gave
That Neustria's <blandx.htm> Lordsshould next Admission have:
Soon as the Monarch did the Neustrians see
He strait discern'd these were the other three
Who in the Heav'nly Dream the Night before
To give them Aid his Pity did implore.
They to the Throne advanc'd when thus begun
Wise Oleron Giranda's Noble Son.
We know what Miracles your Arms have shown
In Neustria's Soilwhat greater in your own.
From East to West loud fame extends her Wings
And thro' th' applauding World your triumph sings.
Your mighty Deeds by wondring Moors are nam'd
From Zone to Zonefrom Pole to Pole proclaim'd.
Commiseration fills your Pious Breast
To wretched States by heavy Yokes opprest.
Mov'd by the groans of dying Liberty
You arm'd to set afflicted Europe free.
You are by Heav'n a great Deliverer sent
The World's entire Destruction to prevent.
Empires from Desolation to secure
From savage Rageand wild unbounded Power.
From all the dire Calamities that reign
Where no fixt Laws th' Oppressor's Lust restrain.
The wasted World has long with servent Crys
With groansand tears sollicited the Skys
To give fierce Tyranny a fatal stroke
To break her Murd'ring Teethand Iron Yoke:
With th' universal prayer kind Heav'n complies
Causing so great a Monarch to arise
Whose Soul is bent to stay the Fury's course
And whose Herculean Arm alone exceeds her force.
In vain with rage her turgid Volumes swell
In vain around her womb her Monsters Yell
You all the Hydra's hissing heads despise
All her wide Jawssharp Tonguesand fiery Eyes.
Your mighty Arm will give the deadly wound
And leave th' expiring Monster on the ground.
Fertile in Death your Sword Destruction spreads
Fast as her fruitful Necks can bring forth heads.
Besides you lead a Nation brave in Fight
Pleas'd to procure to injur'd States their Right.
When such a Prince with such a People takes
The Field in armsthe pale Oppressor shakes.
In Liberty's defence the warmest Zeal
The nobly Jealous Britons still reveal;
Asserting with their Lives her sacred Cause
They justly gain th' admiring World's applause.
While neigh'bring Nations Tyrants never check
But bow to take the Yoketheir passive Neck;
The Britons stem Ambitions rapid course
Defeating secret fraudsand open force.
Designing Princes still they have withstood
To Guard the Rightsbought by their Fathers Blood
But Liberty which they to Life prefer
Could not escape the Saxon Ravisher.
Rifled and spoil'd of all her Heav'nly Charms
She had expir'd in the rough Conq'rour's Arms;
And Albion soon had shar'd her Neighbours fate
And felt the Mischiefs of a slavish State:
Had not your generous Arms and noble Toyl
Sav'd from Destruction this despairing Isle.
Had you not chas'd Tyrannic Lords away
And from their griping Arms releas'd the trembling Prey.
Blest Isle! that in the lowest Ebb of fate
Found this strong Arm to prop her sinking State.
Happy Britannia did thy Sons but know
What to their brave Deliverer they owe!
And nowDread Monarchwhose victorious Arms
Have freed Britannia from her Foes alarms;
Whose great Example do's her Sons inflame
To aim at Gloryand their ancient Fame;
Unhappy Neustria by her Prince betray'd
Implores Deliv'rance from your pow'rful Aid.
Scarce had you sail'd from grateful Neustria's Shore
Which ne'er receiv'd so great a Guest before
Where first your Sword Immortal Laurels won
And the first Triumphs of your Youth begun:
When suddain DeathKing Odar did remove
From Neustria's throne to the blest Seats above.
Sardan his Brother to his Crown Succeeds
Not to his Vertuesand Illustrious Deeds.
This Prince Luxuriousand Effeminate
Averse to Armsand Business of the State
Do's Vertue more than Armsor Business hate.
Uninterupted Riots only please.
His Mind dissolv'd in long inglorious Ease.
While Neighb'ring Kings their Course of Glory run
With Laurels crown'd from Vanquish'd Nations won:
Ours Baccanalian wreaths can only boast
Only the Triumphs of his mighty Lust.
Our Wives and Noblest Virgins are abus'd
Compell'd by forceor by his wiles seduc'd.
Lascivious Concubines their Prince surround
They're in his Bedand in his Counsels found.
These Female Ministers by turns create
Our JudgesCaptainsOfficers of State:
Our Priests themselves their vile submission make
To the soft Fav'ritesfor Promotion's sake.
Jesters for Statsemen in his Council sit
Not chosen for their Wisdombut their Wit;
Empty Buffoonsunequal to the weight
Of all th' important Business of the State.
Those Ministers he thinks can serve him best
Who flatter mostand know their Business least:
Who all Debates to please their Prince decide
And from the People's Intresthis divide.
This feeble Race attends this Monarch's Throne
Whose Wit and Vice resemble most his own.
Th' Augean Stablescleaner than the Court
Whither the Vicious and the Lewd resort;
Th' infectious Plague by Sardan's Influence fed
Do's o'er our Noble Youth resistless spred.
Poets the most Flagitiousand Prophane
Neustria e'er fedhis bounty do's maintain.
Who by their Wit procure to Vice applause
And loud Derision draw on Vertue's Cause.
They easy Nature with fit Baits excite
And Youth to Crimes too prone beforeinvite.
By artful Eloquence they strive to show
Those Pleasures Lawfulwhich they wish were so.
Against their Country they their Wit engage
Refine our Languagebut corrupt the Age.
Our Noble Youth enervated with Vice
Abhor the Field and Martial Fame despise.
The Sacred Musesand the Letter'd Train
They Mockand Camps and Schools alike disdain.
RiotDebauchMasks and Unmanly Sport
Are all the Triumphs our soft Hero's Court.
Sardan all marks of Lust of Empire gave;
None more desir'd his Country to Enslave:
But the designing Monarch was afraid
With open forceour Freedom to invade.
His want of Courage his Ambition checkt
And his strong Fears his People did Protect.
Oft on the Banks of Rubicon <blandx.htm>he stood
But ne'er was bold enough to leap the Flood:
But that with crafty Arts he might prevail
And undermine the Forthe durst not Scale:
That those he could not force he might decoy
He labour'd Neustria's Vertue to destroy.
His great design was to Emasculate
Our Martial Youthand then destroy the State.
Thus he believ'd he might Neustrasia bring
Beneath the Yoke of Gaul's aspiring King.
Whose growing Power he did with pleasure view
And gave him Aid his Neighbours to subdue.
Whence he contracted Everlasting Shame
And future Ages must despise his name.
So ill he wish'd to the Neustrasian State
So much he courted Clotar's prosp'rous Fate
That to advance the Triumphs of his Crown
He sacrific'd the Int'rests of his own.
He therefore sent to Clotar to demand
A force sufficient to subdue the Land.
Clotar whose num'rous Armys ready lay
Watching a season fit to seize the Prey
Invades our Coastsand soon was Master made
Of our strong Places to his hands betray'd.
Thus did he force Neustrasia to obey
A Neighb'ring Monarch's Arbitrary Sway.
Sardan was pleas'd so Neustria was undone
To wear himself a Tributary Crown.
Since thatour Land the worst of Plagues torment
Which Power could e'er inflictor Wit invent.
This mighty Prince is our Afflicted State
These the deep Suff'ringswhich our Grief create.
We pray by that Immortal Fame you won
By all your Wonders in Neustrasia done:
We pray by yourswe pray by Odar's name
And by your ancient Friendship's sacred flame:
To Neustria's Sons their ravish'd Rights restore
And free her Soil from cruel Clotar's Power.
From her gaul'd Neck remove th' uneasy Yoke
Only by Valiant Arthur to be broke.
He ceas'd. The King from his high Throne descends
Mov'd with Compassion to his ancient Friends.
Declaring e'er he rosehe would prepare
A speedy answer to th' important prayer.
Twice on the World the Sun his beams bestow'd
And twice his glorious tyde had ebb'dand flow'd:
When Franks and Neustrians at the King's Command
Call'd to attend before his Throne did stand
The Pious Monarch this kind answer made
To these sad Strangers who had crav'd his aid.
The Christians Suff'rings by Tyrannic might
Against the Laws of Heav'nand civil Right
All who with kindly to Mankind lament
And Christian Kings more deeply must resent.
My Troops I'll therefore for the Neustrian Shore
Embarkyour Rights and Freedoms to restore.
Where if propitious Heav'n affords us Aid
Our Arms shall next the haughty Frank invade.
He ceas'dthe Captains did for Arms declare
Nobly impatient of the Righteous War.
Heroic Ardor all their Vitals warm'd
And on the Plains the must'ring Cohorts swarm'd.
A War with Gaul so muchso long desir'd
The joyful Britons with fresh Life inspir'd.
Long had they wish'd to see on Britain's Throne
A warlike Princeone that himself would own
To be the Christians chief Protecting Head
Who would the British Troops to Gallia lead.
Indulgent Heav'n at last their wishes grants
Raising a Prince who answers all their wants.
One that to Albion's eager Youth will show
The Gallic Fieldsand their old haughty Foe.
Each brandishes his Spearhis Fauchion weilds
And seems already in Lutetia's Fields.
The Noise of Arms and marching Soldiers toyl
And Warlike Preparations fill the Isle.
The Trumpet's Voice do's Britain's Sons excite
And waving Banners to the Field invite.
The Shepherd on the Hills his Flock forsakes
Casts by his Crookand the bright Javelin takes.
The Husbandman do's from his labour leap
To plough the Seasand Gallic Laurels reap.
He beats his Ploughshares into Helms and Shields
Deserts his Harvestand his flowry Fields
Neglects his Tillageand his Rural Gains
To plant with British Spears Parisian Plains.
The Lords forsake their Woodsand Sylvan Sport
And from the Forrest to the Camp resort.
They leave the Mountainsand the flying Game
To follow Honourand Immortal Fame.
Some few Inglorious Youths for Arms unfit
Refus'd the Pleasures of the Stage to quit.
Who only War in Theaters have seen
And Camps and Battles only on the Scene.
Fit only shows and Laurels to prepare
For Arthur come victorious from the War:
To runand shout amidst th' applauding throng
As Britain's Sons in Triumph pass along.
Refulgent Arms Augusta's Merchants weild
And to the busy Change prefer the Field.
These brave Adventurers in the noble War
Will Honour fetchas well as Wealth from far.
Some mount their Steedsand to the Field advance
Some shake the Spearand some the Warlike Lance.
Part arm'd with feather'd Death their Quivers throw
Across their Shouldersand new string their Bow.
Some round their Necks the martial Coslet clasp
Some the broad Shieldand glitt'ring Javelin grasp.
Part on their heads the burnish'd Helmet lace
And all in Plate their vig'rous Limbs encase.
The Royal Fleet with equal hast and care
The rigid Captains of the Sea prepare.
The craggy Rocks and crooked Shores around
With labourand promiscuous crys resound.
The Saylor's toil fills every Beach and Strand
And the Sea-Clamours vye with those by Land.
Some from their Magazines draw Naval Stores
Long trembling Mastsand Cordage to the Shores.
Some in the Hills with loud repeated strokes
Dismember nodding Pines and groaning Oaks.
The lifted Axe thro' all the Mountain sounds
To heal the Navy's with the Forest's Wounds.
For Mastsand Planksthey fell the fairest Trees
The restfor supplemental Ribs and Knees.
They draw the Spoils from the dishonour'd Wood
Whose Treesthat once fixt and unshaken stood
Must now find Wings to fly upon the Flood.
Some from wide Bellows mouths whole Tempests blow
To make vast Anchors in the Forges glow;
Then choak'd with flame and smokeand smear'd with sweat
Vulcanian Youth the Red-hot Iron beat.
Some on the Strand Careenand fresh adorn
The Ships grown fouland with their labour worn.
Some new ones Launchwhich with surprising Art
From all their Bandsand Wooden Fetters start:
They break awayand from their Cradles flee
Now to be rock'd upon the restless Sea.
Some carry Armsand Warlike Stores aboard
Some in the Ship's deep Caves Provisions hoard.
Whole Herds of fatted Swine and Oxen dy
The Ships capacious Bellys to supply
Furnish'd by old Polcaran's toilsom care
The first that cloy'd the hungry mouth of War.
Then all th' expected Equipage on Board
Their Topsails loos'dand all the Ships unmoor'd;
The Royal Navy on the Billows rode
And prest with heavy War th' uneasie Flood.
The fierce Commanders stand in awful State
On their high Decksand Arthur's coming wait.
The Monarch with his valiant Troops arrives
And strait t' embark his Army order gives.
The British Cohorts at the King's Command
Mount their tall Shipsand long for Neustrian Land.
Loud Boreas to extend the spacious Sails
From Northern Prisons frees his chosen Gales
All bold and vig'rousand refresh'd with ease
All vers'd in toiland conscious of the Seas.
These swell the Canvass with their utmost force
And strait to Neustria's Shore direct their course.
The panting Winds to shove the Navy strain
And of the Squadrons weight in Sighs complain
The Labour of the Airand Burden of the Main.
The bounding Castles on the Billows dance
And in long Order on the Deep advance.
While wanton Dolphins round the Squadrons play
And sporting Course each other o'er the Sea.
Huge Porpoises and the great Lords that reign
O'er all the Scaly People of the Main
Attend the Navy with an endless train.
The Finny Murd'rers that the Deep infest
Forsake their Preyand give the Ocean rest:
While they at distance gazeand fawning roll
To Court the Prince who do's their Seas controul;
Fearing the great Deliv'rer came to free
The watry Nations too from Tyranny.
On the high Cliffs in throngs the Neustrians stood
And on the Sandy Margin of the Flood
Advanc'das far as Waves permitto meet
Europe's Restorer and his Potent Fleet.
And when they sawthe Navy under Sail
Advancing to them with a prosp'rous Gale
With such loud Shouts they made the Mountains ring
As sunk the Winds which should their wishes bring.
So Thund'ring Cannonswhen two Fleets engage
With their loud roar the angry Seas asswage
Awe list'ning Windsand calm their weaker rage.
King Arthur's Navy made the Neustrian Land
And strait the Britons leap'd upon the Strand:
Their warlike Ensigns on the Hills display'd
Declare th' arrival of th' expected Aid.
Now Muse the Names of those great Hero's sing
And mighty Chiefswho with the British King
On this illustrious Expedition went
And pitch'd in Neustrian Fields the warlike Tent.
Shobar was firstsprung from a Noble Line
Which dwelt upon the Banks of rapid Rhine.
His martial Genius early did appear
Danger he knewbut knew not how to fear.
Eager of fame he fought with studious care
Battlesand Campsand all the Seats of War.
His valiant Deeds won Universal Fame
And every Soil his Triumphs did proclaim.
His mighty Name was thro' Europa spread
All Armys strove to have him for their head
For those were sure of Conquestwhich he led.
A noble Fire did in his Veins abide
And the severest Wisdom was its Guide.
His Camp the only School of War was thought
Which all young Hero's for Instruction sought
For none had Martial Art to such Perfection brought.
But worn with LabourBattlesCampsand Age
The Hoary Warriour left the bloody Stage.
Back to his Fieldsand Rural Seat he came
Laden with Laurels and Immortal Fame.
Resolvingfar remov'd from noise and strife
To spend in Peace his short Remains of Life.
But when he heard how Arthur's Arms were prais'd
And what a great Restorer Heav'n had rais'd
Nations oppress'd from Bondage to release
And to procure to suff'ring ChristiansEase
The Pious Chief resumes his Sword and Shield
And once again resolves to take the Field.
The ancient Warriour felt a youthful flame
And from the Rhine to find King Arthur came.
Arthur who knew what Deeds he had atchiev'd
With high respect the brave Old Man receiv'd.
He always to his Counsels did attend
Call'd him his Fatherand his Faithful Friend.
Next mighty Solmar who was near ally'd
To pious Arthur by the Mother's side;
Who by his Strength and Skill in Arms had won
AuthorityEsteemand great Renown
Brother to Meridoc of glorious fame
With th' Ordovician <blandx.htm>youth to Arthur came
Next faithful Lucius Arthur's fav'rite Knight
An able Statesmanand as brave in Fight.
Who from his Youth his Monarch serv'd and lov'd
And in the greatest Streights his Zeal approv'd
No Servant from a Monarch e'er before
Receiv'd more Loveand none deserv'd it more;
He the Silures <blandx.htm>from their Country led
O'er whom the King had plac'd him as their head.
The stout Cornavians <blandx.htm>to engage the Foes
The Region left where fam'd Sabrina<blandx.htm> flows.
The fertile Soil where Etocetum <blandx.htm>stands
And which obeys Branonium's <blandx.htm>high Commands.
Some left Presidium <blandx.htm>still a noble Town
And the rich Soilthat did her Empire own.
And some the Citysthat on Dovus <blandx.htm>lay
And where fair Deva <blandx.htm>do's her Streams convey
Thro' smiling Vallys to th' Hibernian<blandx.htm> Sea.
The Atrebatian <blandx.htm> andDobunian <blandx.htm> Lords
Brought their Battalions from Sabrina's Fords.
And from the Soil where Ouze and Tama<blandx.htm> meet
The Muses Garden nowand high Imperial Seat:
Prince Osor worthy of his noble Line
Whose mighty Deeds in Albion's story shine
Warm with a generous and Heroic flame
Fearless of Deathand fond of warlike Fame
Zealous to give the suff'ring Christian rest
To break th' Oppressorand defend th' Opprest
Into the field these Various Nations brought
Who arm'd with Spearsand Battle Axes fought.
Osor so high in Arthur's Favour stood
For Martial Vertueand Illustrious Blood
That he the Youth to ancient Chiefs prefer'd
And Gen'ral of the Cavalry declar'd.
Malgo King Arthur's Master of the Horse
Fam'd for his Courageand his wondrous force
Whose Courteous Manners and Deportment won
No less Applausesthan his Sword had done
The brave Dimetians <blandx.htm>to the Army led
All valiant Troops to warlike labour bred.
The Trinobantes <blandx.htm>with the Region blest
Which the Victorious Saxon once possest
Left the Delightful Banks of Thamisis<blandx.htm>
The Seat of Plenty and Terrestrial Bliss.
They left Augusta which by Arthur's Sword
To Truth divineto Rightand Law restor'd
From Pagan Godsand from th' Oppressor freed
Reer'd up to Heav'n her high Imperial head:
For stately Domes and lofty Tow'rs renown'd
With Arts and Armsand Wealth and Empire crown'd.
Capellan valu'd for his Youthful Charms
For his high Birthand forward Zeal in Arms:
The warlike Deeds of whose Illustrious Line
As well as Suff'ringsin our Annals shine
Into the field the Trinobantes led
And shone in splendid Armour at their head.
Some bore the glitt'ring Spearand some the Bow
All bold in Armsand pleas'd to meet the Foe.
The warlike Youth rul'd by Icenian<blandx.htm> Lords
Some arm'd with Halbertssome with two edg'd Swords
Left all the Citys which adorn the Coast
Where the Germanic <blandx.htm>Ocean's waves are tost.
The Catuclaxian Cohorts left the Soil
That lay the inmost of the British Isle.
Those who in Lactodorum <blandx.htm>did reside
Which Usa's <blandx.htm> Stream did inthe midst divide.
And those who all the Region round possest
Adorn'd with Citysand with Riches blest.
These valiant Squadrons arm'd with Slings and Bows
Brave Talmar led to charge the Gallic Foes.
A truly martialbut impetuous Fire
Did with immoderate heat his breast inspire.
Nobly impatient of unbounded Power
He strove Britannia's Freedom to secure.
A brave Assertor of her ancient Laws
Of Pious Arthur'sand the Christian Cause.
Onwards he always prestand Danger sought
Patient of toyland fearless to a fau't.
His Courteous Mannerseasyfree Address
Th' indulgent care he did for all express
Providing due supplys for all their Wants
And kindly hearing all their just Complaints.
Made the brave Chief the British Youths Delight
Of Arthur's Camp the most applauded Knight.
The Ottadenians left Alaunus<blandx.htm> flood
Near which the famous Roman Bullwark stood
Rais'd with prodigious labour to protect
The Frontier from th' Jernian<blandx.htm>and the Pict<blandx.htm>.
With these the stout Brigantes <blandx.htm>who confin'd
On th' Ottadenian <blandx.htm> Townstheir Ensigns joyn'd.
They from Galatum <blandx.htm>on Ituna's <blandx.htm> Stream
And from delightful Aballaba <blandx.htm>came
With these appear'd the fierce Arbeian<blandx.htm> Youth
And those who dwelt near Moricambe's <blandx.htm>Mouth.
Fair Gabrosentum <blandx.htm>did her Squadrons send
As did the Towns that on her Power depend.
The Troops Mancunium <blandx.htm>leftand all the Fields
To which Merseia <blandx.htm>verdant Riches yields.
These Maca led a Caledonian<blandx.htm> Knight
Long vers'd in ArmsSedateyet brave in Fight.
He still advanc'd by Military Rule
Vig'rous in Actionbut in Counsel cool.
He all the British Captains did out-shine
For pure DevotionZeal and Love divine.
JustUprightFaithfuland with Vice unstain'd
Eu'n in a Camp the Pious Chief remain'd:
And nobler heats Religion do's inspire
Than what from Honour springand native Fire.
These aim at transient Empire and Renown
But those at Heav'nand an Immortal Crown.
Coril a valiant Durotrigian<blandx.htm> Knight
Who ever made the Camp his chief delight;
A great Commanderto the Soldier dear
Void of all Prideuncapable of Fear
Brought his bold Troops from Durnavaria's<blandx.htm> Fields
With mighty Fauchions Arm'dand spacious Shields.
The Regnian <blandx.htm> Troopscame from the Hilly Land
Which lies direct against the Neustrian Strand.
From all the CitysCastlesand the Towns
Or in the Valesor in the airy Downs
Which stretch on great Augusta's Southern side
Between the Oceanand fair Isis <blandx.htm>tyde.
With these the Belgian <blandx.htm>Britons did unite
Who did in Battles and in Camps delight.
These came from Venta <blandx.htm>and the Citys found
On the delightful Plains which lye around.
Great Cutar Viceroy of fair Vecta's<blandx.htm> Isle
Brought these Battalions from their native Soil.
A generous Impulseand a noble Flame
Urg'd the brave Man to seek Immortal Fame.
Ravish'd with War's and Danger's horrid Charms
He with impetuous Ardor flew to Arms.
Triumphant Conquerors with their Laurels crown'd
Not more delightthan he in Combate found.
He midst the Foe the hottest Battle sought
And grown with Death familiarfearless fought.
His strong desire of Arms was never cloy'd
With such a Relish Danger he enjoy'd.
Soon as the rang'd Battalions came in sight
He felt fierce Joyand terrible Delight
And shudder'd with his eagerness to Fight.
What flames flew from his Eyeswhen he from far
View'd the sowr Browsand murth'ring Jaws of War?
He midst the Heros was for Valour fam'd
And midst the Bardswith envy'd Honour nam'd.
He by his matchless Songas well as Sword
The Laurel gain'dand loud Applause procur'd.
The Cangian <blandx.htm> Britonsleft the wealthy Soil
Which with abundance crowns the Farmer's toil.
Where fair Uzella <blandx.htm>rolls her noble tyde
And o'er the Meads unfolds her silver pride.
They left the Citys rais'd on Thona's flood
And on the Fields round Coitmaur's <blandx.htm>spacious Wood.
From all the Towns round airy Camelet<blandx.htm>
Which bears the name even nowof Arthur's seat;
Where winding Bruis <blandx.htm>with her lazy Stream
Surrounds Glascona's <blandx.htm>Islewhere antient fame
Has plac'd the Seat of th' Arimathean Saint
Who first in Albion did Religion plant:
Which do's with pious Sepulchers abound
And where King Arthur's blest Remains were found.
From high Mendippa <blandx.htm>and the spacious Plains
Blest with rich Entrailsand Metallic veins.
Where rapid Floods flow roaring under ground
Where the fam'd Grotto Ochi <blandx.htm>Hol is found;
Which do's Parthenope <blandx.htm>all thine out-do
That of Lucullus<blandx.htm>and the Sybils <blandx.htm>too.
The warlike Youth from Aqua Solis <blandx.htm>came
Whose wholsom Baths give Sinews to the Lame.
Their Healing Power the wise affirm proceeds
From unform'd Mineralsand Metallic Seeds
Which wash'd away from Subterranean Caves
Impregnate with their Heat the flowing Waves.
Whether these Seeds which in the Water strive
Or some good Angel do's the Vertue give
'Tis sure that Health and Vigour they impart
Above the reach of Æsculapian Art.
Witness the Spoils and Trophys which are shown
From vanquish'd Deathand from Diseases won.
Erla of Lands of great extent possest
With Easewith Honourwith Abundance blest
By Pity mov'dand martial Ardor warm'd
To aid th' opprest Lutetian Christians Arm'd.
For Dangerand for Honourable toil
He left his Easehis Wealthand Native Soil.
The bold Danmonians <blandx.htm>did attend their Lord
Each took his Shield and wav'd his threat'ning Sword.
Active and vig'rous they advanc'd their Names
By WrestlingWhorlbatold Heroic Games.
They left the Southernand the Northern Shore
Where British Seas <blandx.htm>orwhere th' Hibernian roar.
Th' undaunted Youth from fair Tamara<blandx.htm> came
And from the Flood that gave the Town its name.
They left Voluba <blandx.htm>and Cenonis <blandx.htm> Mouth
The most applauded Haven of the South.
They left the Banks of Isca <blandx.htm>and the Town
For CommerceWealthand Powerof great renown.
These mighty Men to warlike labour bred
Came from their hilly Land by Trelon led.
For old indulgent Cador at his Death
To Pious Arthur did his Realm bequeath.
Viceroy of which King Arthur Trelon made
Whom the Danmonians as their Head obey'd.
His Martial Vertue do's in Story Shine
A Vertue common to his ancient Line:
For Trelon's Noble House was so renown'd
For mighty Deedsthat none was ever found
Who wanted Valouror did e'er debase
By one inglorious Deed the Martial Race!
True Eagles theywhen Infantscould behold
A Burnish'd Helmor blazing Shield of Gold:
Ev'n then no horrid object mov'd their fear
And their first play was with a Swordor Spear.
The Coritanians <blandx.htm>left the Towns that stood
Along the Banks of swift Aufona's <blandx.htm>flood.
Their Squadrons left the fat and fertile Land
Where Verometum's <blandx.htm> Tow'rsand Raga's <blandx.htm> stand.
Where Margidunum <blandx.htm>from the Mountain's brow
Proudly surveys the wide stretcht Vale below.
Where Lindum <blandx.htm> reersher antientawful head
By all the Fenny Region round obey'd.
Where famous Pontis <blandx.htm>stood an ancient Town
By Roman Coins and checker'd Pavements known:
Brave Stannel patient of Heroic toil
Sprung from a Race of Kings whom Mona's Isle<blandx.htm>
Insulted by the wild Hibernian Sea
But blest with temp'rate Empiredid obey:
Who always for his Country bravely fought
To Neustrian Fields the Coritanians brought.
The valiant Youth advanc'd their warlike Ranks
From noble Abum's<blandx.htm> and Darventio's<blandx.htm> Banks.
Some from Calcaria <blandx.htm>camefrom Danum <blandx.htm>some
Some from the Tow'rs of high Eboracum<blandx.htm>.
Gotric a Chief MajesticAwfulGrave
Wise in the Senateand in Battle brave;
Of unstain'd Honourand uncommon worth
Brought in these bold Brigantes from the North.
All Men of Courage and of subtile Wit
All for the Campand some for Counsel fit.
The warlike Squadrons from Meldunum<blandx.htm> came
Almost encompass'd by Antona's <blandx.htm>Stream.
From old Verlucio <blandx.htm>and the fertile Land
Where Leckham <blandx.htm> nowand ancient Cosam <blandx.htm>stand:
Cosam with Plenty blest and temp'rate Air
To me a Soil above all others dear.
The valiant Youth from Sorbiodunum<blandx.htm> came
Of all their Towns the Chiefin Power and Fame.
Whose gilded Domes and Towers amidst the Sky
With all but those of great Augusta vy.
Around her Walls lie stretcht the famous Plains
Which Eccho with the toil of joyful Swains
Where happy Shepherds with more Flocks are blest
Than the Sicilian Mountains e'er possest;
Who fill the Air with loudand sweeter Lays
Than those which once did fam'd Arcadia<blandx.htm> raise.
They left the Bournsand all the fertile Plain
Where the high Monument <blandx.htm>do's still remain
Of Albion's Lords by Saxon Treach'ry slain.
An awful Pile wondrous in every part
Not wholly wrought by Naturenor by Art.
The Stones are all of such prodigious weight
And raise their heads to such amazing height
Such is the Structure's rude Magnificence
And proud Disorderthat it makes pretence
To be Gigantic workwherein are shown
High Rocks on Rocks with careless labour thrown.
Where now th' admiring Trav'ller may behold
What mighty Men Britannia bred of Old.
They left Cunetio <blandx.htm>still a noble Town
Rais'd on a fairdelightfulspacious Down
Which over-looks the Valewhose fruitful Crops
Out-do the greedy Farmer's utmost hopes.
Vebba a Cangian Chief of great Renown
Who by his Arms had frequent Laurels won;
A Leader worthy of the high Command
Brought to King Arthur's Camp this Cangian Band
These mighty Warriors from the British Isle
Attended Arthur to his Foreign toil.
Strait thro' the neighb'ring Citys welcom Fame
King Arthur's Landing did aloud proclaim.
The Neustrain Youth by Gallic Power opprest
Reviving Hopesand wondrous joy exprest.
In shouting throngs they left the Oazy Coast
And Inland Towns to joyn King Arthur's Host.
They came from Juliobana <blandx.htm>and the Land
Which Breviodunum's <blandx.htm>Castles did Command.
From all the Towers and pleasant Towns that stood
On the sweet Banks of fam'd Sequana's<blandx.htm> flood.
Gomar and Rollo two illustrions Lords
Whose Deeds adorn Neustrasia's old Records;
Who lov'd their Country and its Freedom sought
To joyn the Briton their Battalions brought.
Arthur advanc'dand all Neustrasia's Fields
Shone bright with polish'd Helms and blazing Shields.
The Host in warlike Columns took the way
To the rich Fields where Rotomagum<blandx.htm> lay.
Mean time the Gauls who Neustria's Soil possest
By Sardan entertain'dand much carest
Did Arthur's fame and valiant Army dread
Deserted Neustria and to Clotar fled.
With these inglorious Sardan who the sight
Of Swords and Spears detestedtook his Flight.
Arthur did soon the Gallic Frontier gain
And lay encamp'd along Lutetia's Plain.
There stood a Dome whose Pinnacles did rise
Above the Cloudsand enter'd far the Skys
Surveying proud Lutetia far and wide
Which aw'd the Nations with Imperial pride.
Along the flowry Banks the City stood
Where silver Sein rolls down her noble flood.
The Prince of Darkness from the Temple's head
View'd Arthur's Army o'er the Vally spread.
Enormous Rage distended every vein
And all Hell's Furys o'er his Breast did reign.
Swoln with Revenge his blood-shot Eyes did glare
Like Ruddy Meteors blazing in the Air!
He gnash'd his Teeth and his black Brows he bent;
Then thus he spake to give his Anger vent.
How great and wide is my Imperial Sway
Whom all the Peers of Hell's dark Realms obey?
I over all th' Aerial Powers preside
Who raise loud Stormsand on wild Whirlwinds ride.
These Powers at my Command the World Assail
With blended RuinThunderRain and Hail.
All the dire Ministers of Death and Hell
That chain'd in gloomy Prisons howl and yell;
All the fierce Furys fly at my Command
To spoil a Townor wast a fruitful Land.
My hollow Caves and Magazins contain
Endless variety of Grief and Pain.
Where panting Thirst with ghastly Famine dwells
And pois'nous Damps in raw unwholsom Cells
Engender livid Plagues; where how to moan
Sad Grief first learntand Torment how to groan.
Here uninstructed Death first learnt her Arts
First strung her Bowsand pointed first her Darts.
These all obey mein my Court beside
Haughty AmbitionRiotLust and Pride
Revenge and Envy my Domesticks dwell
My fav'rite Plaguesthat all the rest excel
And vastly have enlarg'd the power of Hell.
These always foremost in my Troops appear
And for my following Plagues the passage clear.
These make th' Assaultand all my Furys teach
To mount the Walls where they have made the Breach.
Their mighty Triumphs and Victorious fame
Kingdoms laid wast and ruin'd Worlds proclaim.
What blest Destruction have th' Invaders spred
O'er Christian Realms by me their Monarch led?
What States have they attack'd and not prevail'd
Who have escap'd their Artsif Power has fail'd?
And shall this Briton still advance his Arms
And shake my Temples with his proud alarms?
Shall he my Priests from my high Altars chase
And dispossess the Franks Victorious Race
Who such a Passion for my Empire show
And are so dear to all the Powers below?
Shall this fair Citythis new Babilon<blandx.htm>
This other nobler Rome this pious Town
Where all in prostrate Adoration ly
Before our Shrinesand for Protection cry
Where with such strains of pure Devotion all
Our Temples filland us their Guardians call;
Shall Arthur's impious Arms this Town deface
And thro her Streets in haughty Triumph pass?
Shall the proud Christian this fair Region gain?
Expel my Franks and o'er Lutetia reign?
Shall these sweet Vineyardsthis delightful Soil
With a rich Vintage crown the Briton's toil?
Then I in vain Immortal vigor boast
My Scepter's goneand all my Empire lost.
All will Revolt who now obey my Laws
And Rome her self desert my righteous Cause.
Nor Vot'rys herenor Subjects will below
To meas to their Godor Monarch bow.
By any meansby Stratagemor Force
I must arrest th' ambitious Briton's Course.
If all Hell's Power thy Empire can sustain
Lutetia thou thy Greatness shalt maintain.
But whether Force or Fraud we shall employ
In this Conjuncture Arthur to destroy
Must be debated and consider'd well
On this I must Consult the Powers of Hell.
He saidand strait th' enrag'd Arch-Traytor flys
To Hell's Abyssand leaves the Crystal Skys.
As when an Eagle from a Mountain's head
Surveys the flowry Vale around him spread
And sees a Snake along the Meadow play
Enliven'd with the Spring's reviving Ray;
The Eagle stoops down from the Mountain's top
And in a moment takes the Viper up:
The twining Beast his crooked Pounces bear
Wriggling and hissing swiftly thro' the Air.
So swift a flight the wing'd Apostate made
And in a moment reach'd th' Infernal Shade.
High on the gloomy Banks of Lethe's flood
The haughty Monarch's awful Palace stood;
Built with Angelic Art and cost immense
With fearful Pompand vast Magnificence.
The lofty Roofamazing to behold
Was all of burnish'dfineTartarean Gold
Which dismal Glory did around display
Thro' the Dun Airand made a hideous Day.
The high rais'd Pillars were of Stygian Jet
Of Doric Order in high Ranges set.
The Walls were Marblestreak'd with bloody stains
And Azure intermixt with Purple veins.
Around thick Groves of shady Cypress grew
O'er which prodigious Batsand croking Ravens flew.
Poppys the Gardens boreand Hollioaks
Henbaneand Nightshade and unwholsom Box.
Hither the summon'd Spirits did resort
And with their numbers fill'd their Prince's Court.
Th' Assembly made a murm'ring hollow sound
Like that of Torrents rolling under ground;
But all the busy Spiritswhen they saw
Their Monarch enterwith a silent Awe
Attentive waitedhe ascends his Throne
Which high erected o'er the Assembly shone.
Then with a frowning Look yet haughty Air
He thus began. High States of Hellth' Affair
Which now demands your CounselI'll declare.
Britannia's Monarch our Inveterate Foe
Who do's such hatred to our Empire show
Who has our Temples and our Groves laid wast
Destroy'd our Vot'rys and our Shrines defac'd
To storm Lutetia has the Ocean crost
And shakes our Altars with his impious Host.
All means yet us'd his Progress to oppose
Have fruitless beenthe Briton greater grows.
He has eluded all our deep Designs
And now in Arms before Lutetia Shines.
Against her Towers his Ensigns are display'd
And our fierce Franks are of his Fame afraid.
If by the Briton this fair City's won
Gallia farewellthat Realm from Hell is gone.
Therewe no more shall be as Gods ador'd
No praise return'dno more our Aid implor'd.
No Victims more shall at our Altars dye
No Vot'rys more before us prostrate lye.
No more your Pamper'd Nostrils shall be fed
With fatty steams from burning Entrails spred.
No more you'll wanton in aspiring flames
Nor revel more in blood of Goats and Rams.
In your high Groves you must no longer stay
Nor in sweet Clouds of rising Incense play.
If Gallia's lostIberia <blandx.htm>may be too
Ausonia <blandx.htm> next theConqueror will subdue.
If this Success attends th' Ambitious Foe
Illustrious Peerssay whither will you go?
If to the Frozen or the Burning Zone
To Heats and Colds not much unlike your own.
Or shall we always here despairing ly
Freeze on this Iceor in these Burnings fry?
Shall we take up with this Infernal Shade
Content no milder Regions to invade?
Did we such wondrous Labour undergo
Such God-like Witand God-like Courage show
To win this Province from th' Almighty Foe;
And shall we tamely yield the noble Spoil
And just Reward of all our ancient toil?
SpeakPrinceshow shall we Lutetia Aid
Whether by Art or Power we shall invade
The British King; propound the likeliest way
To check his Armsand his swift Progress stay.
He saidand straightway Belus roseoutdone
In FiercenessPride and Insolence by none
Of all th' Apostate Spiritswho combin'd
To take up Arms against th' Eternal Mind:
Who with th' Almighty for Dominion strove
Troubling with Civil War the Realms above.
Fir'd with excessive Rage he Silence broke
And thus th' attentive Senators bespoke.
PrudentConsidering Spirits may destroy
Those whom their Arts and subtile Wiles decoy:
I hate your wise ExpedientsI declare
For generous Armsand honourable War.
Tricks amongst Angels must our fame debase
And stain the Glory of our Heav'nly Race.
Our Mould's Divineof pure Etherial Light
We the first Offspring of Eternal Might.
An unextinguish'd flame dilates our Veins
And thro' our Limbs Immortal Vigour reigns.
Shall such a Race to Shifts and Cunning fly
And not on Powerand matchless Strength rely?
I scorn a sordid un-Angelic course
Unworthy of our Birthand of our Force.
In our first Wars what Courage did we show
Shaking the Throne of our Almighty Foe?
'Tis true we fellbut yet the glorious Field
Do's greater fame than thousand Conquests yield
Won from CreatedVulgar Enemys;
Great was th' Attemptand bold the Enterprise.
Success we wantedbut the brave Design
In Heav'n's and Hell's Records shall ever shine.
And shall we think our Strength and Courage less
And by our Shifts our Impotence confess?
That which perhaps may Cautious Spirits damp
Is thisthat drawn out round the British Camp
Of the Seraphic Guards a Party stands
Which Michael our old Enemy Commands.
We know this Hallelujah singing Host
Who such Devotion and Religion boast:
Who look on usCurse on their Gracious Sect
As Reprobateswith scorn and proud neglect.
They would not with our Arms their Forces joyn
T' assert our Rightand gain our high Design.
They would no Succours to our Army send
But still their tender Conscience did pretend.
Yet Conscientions Michael and the rest
Who such abhorrence of our Cause exprest
Beneath the Veil of Sanctity and Zeal
FalshoodRevengeMalice and Pride conceal.
On Heav'n with open Arms they will not fall
For this the timerous Saints Rebellion call.
But oft I've heard their best Arch Angels Ly
I know their Fraudand deep Hypocrisy.
These Godly Seraphs let our Arms attack
And to their Praying Regions chase them back.
To us their Numbers and their Strength are known
We know their Courageand we know our own.
Thro' Hells dark Realms let's sound the loud alarm
And give Command for all our Youth to Arm.
Your Ensigns on the Dusky Plains display
And draw your Legions out in long Array:
Legions that Lifeand Strength Immortal feel
Arm'd all in Adamant and treble Steel.
Let's empty all our Arsenalsand drain
Our stores of Deathand Magazins of Pain.
We'll draw out all th' Artillery of Hell
Artillerylike that by which we fell.
We'll ride in flaming Tempests thro' the Air
And on the Foe discharge amazing War.
Blue flames we'll carry from these Sulphurous Caves
And lave into the Air these boiling Waves.
With this Tormenting Fire the Foe we'll burn
And against Heav'nwill Heav'n's own Vengeance turn!
Up from their Roots these burning Hills we'll tear
And Hell's tremendous Spoils aloft we'll bear
And hurl our Racks and Tortures thro' the Air.
With Storms of Firewith ThunderRain and Hail
Mingled Destructionwe'll their Camp Assail.
For our great Prince is Monarch of the Air
Our Empire still is uncontested there:
Thus we th' Angelic Guards will soon remove
And send them to excuse themselves above.
When they dismay'd back to their Seats are fled
We'll o'er the Britons dire Destruction spred.
Thus we'll Lutetia saveand Blood and Spoil
Shall sooth our Tormentsand our Pains beguile.
He said. Then Rimmon rose up from his Place
Of noble Statureand Majestic Grace.
In Eloquence and soft perswasive charms
He much excell'dbut little car'd for Arms.
No Seraph of a vaster Genius fell
From the blest Regions to the Gulph of Hell.
No Lordthat in th' Infernal Council sate
Sustain'd with greater skill a high debate
Or seem'd more fit for Business of the State.
None spoke with so much Easeand such Address
None Business better knewor lov'd it less.
Dissolv'd in Luxuryin Sloth and Ease
He War declin'dand pleaded still for Peace.
No nobler Presence in the Court appear'd
None by the Senators was better heard.
They knew his falshoodyet th' attentive throng
Lov'd the soft Music of his charming Tongue.
Who thus begun. Immortal Potentates
Illustrious Princeshigh Seraphic States!
T' uphold this ancient Monarchya Zeal
Greater than mine no Seraph can reveal.
None to Obedience more Reluctance show
Or greater Hate to our Allmighty Foe.
None more t' enlarge our Empire can desire
None feel more sensibly this painful Fire.
Who more delights in a Terrestrial Seat
That from our Torment yields a mild restreat?
Scorcht with corroding flame no Seraph loves
More to frequent our cool refreshing Groves.
Who's pleas'd with Incense more and od'rous Gums
Or the sweet Steams of burning Hecatombs?
Therefore no likely means I would neglect
To save our Altarsand our Priests protect.
Arthur assisted with Celestial Aids
Our Empire with resistless course invades.
He his bold Cohorts round Lutetia pouers
And threatens with his Arms her lofty Towers.
A Guard of Seraphs round his Army stands
Celestial Sabres flaming in their hands.
Now valiant Belus wondrous Courage shows
Off'ring in Arms t'assault our potent Foes.
I'm not for Arms by long experience taught;
What have we gain'd by all our Battles fought?
In Heavenly plains fir'd with a noble rage
Our Troops did all the Allmighty's Host engage.
Of which brave Deed what Seraph can Repent;
But when our Strength and all our Arms were spent
You all remember Michael's dreadful Sword
What fiery Darts we feltwhat Thunder roar'd.
As drunk with wrath divine our Army reel'd
And with Celestial Spoils o'erspread the Field
Seraph on Seraph heap'dand Shield on Shield.
Then did the Chariots which our Troops did chase
O'er faln Arch Angels Necksand grov'ling Cherubs pass!
Ignoble Rout deform'd th' Etherial Plain
When wounded Seraphs first had sense of Pain.
Close on the Reer th' insulting Conq'rors hung
And with the pointed Lightnings which they flung.
With massy Bolts and Darts of poison'd Steel
From which our Limbs did raging Anguish feel
Cross the steep Gulph they chas'd us till we fell
To scape those Tormentsdown to these of Hell.
This Firethese Shades are all our Arms have won
The sad Reward that do's our labour crown.
This Language is not to reproach our Flight
For who can stand against Eternal Might?
But to diswade you from unequal Fight.
Since first this famous War broke out in Heav'n
Since our fierce Troops from those mild seats were driv'n
We've oft with all our force the Foe assail'd
With wond'rous Brav'ryyet we ne'er prevail'd;
But Art has prosper'dwhere our Arms have fail'd.
We the Terrestrial World by Art did gain
And must by Art our Conquest still maintain.
Well laid Temptations and enticing Charms
Which propagate our Guiltare our successful Arms.
Here lys our Strengthby these we must support
The Power and Greatness of th' Infernal Court.
We with our Heavn'ly Foes engage in vain
For those who know no Guiltcan feel no pain.
Invulnerable they no hurt receive
Nor can they feel deep woundslike those they give.
But we can sufferwe can Torment feel
From wounds Inflicted by their glitt'ring steel.
Our penetrable Plate and brittle Shield
Will to their keen Etherial Weapons yield.
In these strange Flames by skill divine prepar'd
Our Mould grows tenderas our hearts grow hard.
Such disadvantage justly may perswade
No more with force their Armys to invade.
Let us known Arts and try'd Temptations use
That may from Heav'n the Britons Minds seduce.
If our Enticements takewe gain our Cause
For Heav'n from Rebels strait its Aid withdraws.
Then you may Chase the Briton to his Isle
And spread Lutetia's Fields with Christian Spoil.
Then Milcom rose full of Revenge and Scorn
A ghastlymeagre Fiend with Envy worn;
His palelean Cheeks his restless Mind exprest;
And Spite and Spleen his hollow Eyes possest.
His wrinkled Foreheadsowr and sullen Brow
Did deadly Hateand deep Resentment show.
He Seeds of Strife and sharp Contention sow'd
And call'd his Private QuarrelPublick Good.
With execrable Words and desperate Speech
Th' Apostate still th' Allmighty did impeach.
No ruin'd Angel so audacious seem'd
Or with so black a Tongue his God blasphem'd.
Ev'n when in Heav'n blest with his Maker's Smile
The mocking Spirit would his Lord revile.
Cast down from Heav'n he rav'd and curst the Blest
Who still their Thrones and Innocence possest:
Above the rest he show'd his Discontent
And more impatient seem'd of Punishment.
None yet was found thro' all the Courts of Hell
So Enterprizingmore Implacable.
None of th' Apostate Host would sooner joyn
To carry on a bold and black Design.
And thus he spoke. Lords of Celestial Race
Let not our Fears Seraphic Might disgrace.
I'll to th' Allmighty ne'er be reconcil'd
Who of our Thrones our Birthrightus despoil'd;
And in Exchange has made Arch-Angels take
A low black Prison and a fiery Lake.
I'd be reveng'd for this unrighteous Deed
And still attack him tho' I ne'er succeed.
Whate'erSeraphic Herosbe your Fate
Appear true Patriots of th' Infernal State.
I wouldas generous Belus do's propose
With Arms and Force invade our Godly Foes.
I wouldtho' they our Arms should still defeat
The noble War eternally repeat.
I would alarmassaultmolestannoy
And still disturb the FoeI can't destroy:
For this an endless Pleasure would create
And with Revenge sooth our Immortal Hate.
Why should we fly to Fraudswill Frauds obtain
A Conquest which by Power we cannot gain?
Do's not th' Eternal Foe as much excel
In Wisdomas in Strength the Peers of Hell?
Will not his Circumspection undermine
What you believe a deep and wise Design?
Some have 'tis true succeeded by their Fraud
But I th' Ignoble Way could ne'er applaud.
Let usas Belus urg'd for Arms declare
Our Forces Musterand denounce the War.
Our eager Troops will cheerfully obey;
I'd be reveng'dand War's the quickest way.
I long the pious Squadrons to engage ----
More had he saidbut wild and mad with Rage
He to th' Assembly could no longer speek
But his Discourse did here abruptly break.
Then Ammon rose a Prince of high Renown
Awful in Flamesand haughty tho' undone.
On his grave Brow deep Mysterys of State
PrudenceAdviceand Contemplation sate.
No Minister of all the Stygian Court
Declining Empires better could support.
The State of Hell's affairs none better knew
None did their Int'rest with more Zeal pursue.
Important Looks and solemn Air confest
Labour and vast Concern within his Breast.
The Fate of Kingdoms seem'd his anxious Care
Ruptures of Peaceand high Designs of War.
He seem'd engag'd in searching proper ways
To prop old Monarchysor new ones raise.
When he beganall great attention paid
And silent sate and hushtas midnight shade.
Then thus he spake. Spirits of Race divine
What Belus offer'dtho' a brave Design
Suits not with Rimmon's Judgmentnor with mine.
Should we by gen'ral Vote for Arms declare
And Heav'n once more invade with open War
If we the Conqu'rour should again incense
What can we hope from arm'd Omnipotence
But greater Wrathand Torments more intense?
Can't he fresh Treasures open that contain
Yet fiercer Vengeancemore destructive pain?
His secret stores yet deadlier Light'nings yield
More massy Bolts his vengeful Arm can weild.
In his high Arsenals will yet be found
Much keener Armsand Darts that deeper wound;
Where he preserves his chosen Torments wrought
With greater Labourgreater Skill and Thought.
Where Swords of hardest Heav'nly Metal made
And Shafts in strongest Fury dipt are laid.
Cannot th' Almighty Conquerour if he please
From Hell's deep Vaults more dreadful Plagues release
And with new Racks our Tort'ring pains increase?
Can't he these fiery Mountains on us turn
Enrage our flamesand make them fiercer burn?
Or may we not in Hills of Ice immur'd
Feel sharper Coldthan e'er we yet endur'd?
May not his hand bar fast the Gates of Hell
Confine us to Despairand make us dwell
Close Pris'ners chain'd in these Sulphureous Caves
Or overwhelm us with these boiling Waves;
That we no more may our sad hours beguile
In the soft Air of the Terrestrial Isle:
Nor our fry'd Limbs repose by shady Trees
Nor fan our Burnings with a gentle Breeze.
Our open force must meet this dismal end
And these sad Triumphs must our Arms attend.
But of Lutetia why should we despair
And of our Franks so much renown'd in War?
Great Clotar do's in Wiles and Arts excel
That scarce inferiour are to those of Hell
By Force or Fraud the Briton he'll repel.
A numerous Army he together draws
Resolv'd t' assert oursand the Gallic Cause.
But grant that high Lutetia should submit
And the proud Conqu'ror on her Throne should sit.
Grant all the Towns and Provinces of Gaul
Should yieldand follow great Lutetia's fall:
Must all our other Votarys Rebel
And take up Arms against the Power of Hell?
Mankind Obedience hateas well as we
In Guile and Temper we so much agree
A great Defection from us cannot be.
Rome ever faithful to our Cause appear'd
To us by constant Services endear'd.
Her strong Affection all her Deeds proclaim;
Her Aims and Interests are with ours the same.
BesidesIberia is a faithful Friend
And will her Troops to our Assistance send.
But what if all th' European Realms were gone
Asia may still her fixt Obedience own.
There we with Incense may our Nostrils cloy
And all the pleasures of the East enjoy.
There we may sport in mildindulgent Beams
And cool our Sores in sweet refreshing Streams.
There we may wander o'er a flowry Land
And see in Spicy Groves our Altars stand.
Then add to this that our Imperial Sway
The Black and Tawny Nations all obey;
Who lie extended o'er the spacious Soil
From famous Memphis <blandx.htm>to the head of Nile.
From th' Ethiopean <blandx.htm>Region to the Shore
On which th' Atlantic Ocean's <blandx.htm>Billows roar;
And from the Northern to the Southern Moor.
Besides a Western World <blandx.htm>is still our own
Where Arthur and his God are yet unknown.
This undiscover'd Soilthis Golden Coast
Serves as a Refuge to receive our Host
Were all the Eastern World to Arthur lost.
These are the Reasons which with me prevail
Not with our Arms the Briton to Assail.
I would from Hell the Fury discord send
That her swift flight might to Britannia bend.
Since Arthur's absentshe may soon embroil
The wav'ring Stateand trouble all the Isle.
She midst the Britons may Dissention sow
And into noble flames may quickly blow
The Seeds of Strife that in their Bosoms glow.
She'll all the Fuel find she can require
To feed and entertain her raging fire.
Arthur who chas'd us from the British Coast
And to pursue us has the Ocean crost
Quitting his high Designmust then be gone
And leave this Kingdom to Secure his own.
He said. The Synod gave a loud Applause
And with this Counsel pleas'dtheir Monarch rose.
Mean time the Gallic Monarch took th' alarm
And gave Command for all his Men to Arm.
Resolv'd to stop th' Invading Briton's rage
And in the Field his Army to engage.
Lutetia first the Cry of Arms began
Which soon thro' Clotar's wide Dominions ran.
The zealous Leaders did their Troops Collect
To form an Host their Kingdom to protect.
With wondrous speed they did together draw
Their Squadronswhich did distant Citys aw.
The Valiant Lords from various Regions came
To save their Countryand to raise their Fame.
The Pagan Priests wild with the dismal Fright
With their loud Crys did all to Arms excite;
Who for their Altars might their Lives expose
And guard their helpless Gods from Christian Foes.
Thro' every Town the Franks in Arms appear'd
In every Street the Voice of War was heard.
Loud Clamorsand the Soldiers mingled Crys
Shook all the Azure Arches of the Skys.
Some on their Coursers mounted did advance
Arm'd with a Shielda Swordand glitt'ring Launce
Some came on Foot and for their Arms did bear
A dreadful Halbertand a Massy Spear.
They came from every Soil and every Town
Which did the haughty Franks Dominion own.
Round high Lutetia's Walls to stop the Foe
Their Confluent Troops did in a Deluge flow.
All were compleatly arm'dand here my Verse
The Names of those fam'd Heros shall rehearse
Who had in Clotar's Army high Command
And the great Briton's Triumphs did withstand:
It shall the warlike Nations too relate
Who joyn'd their Arms to Guard the Gallic State.
Gaston for Conduct Strength and Martial Flame
Among the Franks acquir'd the greatest Name.
Clotar this mighty Man his General made
And next to himhe was by all obey'd.
Villa was next in Dignity and Power
Prais'd as a Chiefbut as a Courtier more.
A gaudy General glorious to behold
Adorn'd with splendid Armsand smear'd with Gold.
Arbel was of his ancient noble Blood
Of his Successesand high Station proud:
Vast was his Bulkprodigious was his Strength
Pondrous his Spearand of amazing length.
The Franks did next Prince Ansel most admire
Both for his Manly Witand Martial Fire.
Whose Praises Clotar did with Envy hear
And thought his Name was to the Gauls too dear.
Great Oromel of Princely Parents born
Whose Deeds his Line and Country did adorn
Came with his Troops from the high Mountain's side
Which do's Iberia from the Gaul divide.
Bofar to Honour by his Valour rais'd
Heard his great Deeds by all Lutetia prais'd:
Cruel and Proudbut Vigilant and Brave
Who that his Wealth and Honour he might save
Aided his Prince his Country to enslave.
Moloc was nexta Captain fierce and bold
Known for his Thirst of Bloodand Love of Gold.
This Man was one who with his Sword pursu'd
The Christiansand his hands in Blood embrued.
Some he destroy'd with ling'ring Tormentssome
To shun his barb'rous Outrage left their home;
And thro' the Woods and Hills did naked roam.
Olcanor fam'd for Wealth and Courageled
His valiant Troops from Silver Liger's<blandx.htm> head.
Ruthen a Chieftho' by his Prince esteem'd
By Christian Franks and Pagans too condemn'd
Was a fierce Minister of Clotar's Will
Employ'd to Burnto RavageSpoil and Kill.
Miran a Prince eager of Martial Fame
Sprang from a Vig'rousbut forbidden Flame;
Mantana was his beauteous Mother's Name.
He the bold Youth of Francia's <blandx.htm>Island led
All Valiant Troopsto Arms and Labour bred.
They left the Land with beauteous Citys stor'd
Which once obey'd their Bellovasian<blandx.htm> Lord.
The bold Senones <blandx.htm>camewhose Castles stood
Between Icauna's <blandx.htm> and Sequana'sFlood.
The Catalaunian <blandx.htm>who Matrona <blandx.htm> drank
And the Mandubian <blandx.htm>from swift Arar's <blandx.htm> Bank.
They left Augustodunum <blandx.htm>and the Field
Which once the Vadicassian <blandx.htm>Farmer till'd.
The Lemovician <blandx.htm>from Vagenna's <blandx.htm> Stream
And the Velaunian <blandx.htm>Youth together came.
The bold Burgundian <blandx.htm>Leaders from the Banks
Of Alduabis <blandx.htm>brought their Warlike Franks:
Where nobler Vineyards crown the fertile Field
Then Thuscan <blandx.htm>Hillsor thineIberia yield.
They left the Towns that thro' the Region lay
Which the Vogesian <blandx.htm>Hills around survey.
They came from Dola <blandx.htm>and the fruitful Land
Which Arborosa's <blandx.htm> Towersdid then Command.
And where Lugdunum's <blandx.htm>lofty Castles rise
Whose gilded Battlements invade the Skys.
The Helvian <blandx.htm> and Rutenian<blandx.htm> hardy Troops
Came from sublime Gebenna's <blandx.htm>aiery Tops:
Both Warlike Nations who did far surpass
In Martial Glory all the Gallic Race.
Arausio <blandx.htm> sent hervaliant Troopsa Town
Which then the Gauls did with their Praises crown.
But since it grew a more Illustrious Place
Rul'd by the mildNassovian Godlike Race.
Whose great and glorious Deeds have rais'd her name
Above the Citys of the highest fame.
Great Huban from the Coast which with its Waves
The Aquitanian <blandx.htm>rolling Ocean laves;
And from the Towers along Garumna's <blandx.htm>Banks
Brought to King Clotar's Aid his valiant Ranks:
Unnumber'd Squadrons fill'd the Gallic Host
Which left the Citys on the Southern Coast
Which from Boiatum <blandx.htm>to Nicæa <blandx.htm> lay
And various Lords and Leaders did obey:
For so far Clotar o'er the Gallic Land
Had by his Arms extended his Command.
The numerous Nations which the Lands did own
Between Garumna and the rapid Rhone;
Where high Tolosa <blandx.htm>and Carcassum <blandx.htm>stand
And where rich Tarnis <blandx.htm>rolls her Golden Sand.
The Youth from Alba <blandx.htm>and Nemaussus <blandx.htm>came
Where numerous Martyrs dy'd by Sword and Flame.
For tho' with Christians Gallia did abound
Yet they were chiefly in the Cities found
Which o'er the fair and fertile Region lay
Between Gebenna and the Midland Sea<blandx.htm>.
Between the Alpine <blandx.htm>Mountains on the East
And th' Aquitanian Ocean on the West.
These Clotar with inexorable Hate
Strove to Extirpate from the Gallic State.
RuffiansTormentorsblack Assassins sent
By his Command all Methods did invent
By which the Pious Race might be destroy'd
And Hell's and Clotar's Malice might be cloy'd.
The dreadful Marks of Persecuting Rage
Frequent appear'd o'er all this horrid Stage.
O'er all the Fields unbury'd Bones were spread
And bloody Torments dy'd their Rivers Red.
Here Salvage Moloc and fierce Ruthen strove
Whose Cruelty should greatest wonder move
And who should most engage their Monarch's Love.
The various Nations came who did reside
On Rhodanus <blandx.htm> andswift Isara's <blandx.htm> tyde.
They left the Region near the Alpine Snows
Where old Brigantium <blandx.htm>stoodand where Druentia <blandx.htm>flows.
They left the Citys on the Shores that stay
The rolling Waves of the Ligustic <blandx.htm>Sea.
Stuffa a mighty Allobrogian<blandx.htm> Lord
Fam'd for his Stature and prodigious Sword
The Fierce Helvetian <blandx.htm>Cohorts did Command
Which Clotar's Gold brought from their Native Land.
One part the Urbigenian <blandx.htm>Lords obey'd
And Till'd the Soil by Jura's <blandx.htm>Pekes survey'd.
Some did Bromagus <blandx.htm>and the Towns forsake
Which layLausanna <blandx.htm>on thy spacious Lake.
They left the Mountains where the melted Snow
Do's down the Sides in unform'd Channels flow
And when beneath their Confluent Streams combine
They form the Rhone the Danaw<blandx.htm> and the Rhine.
Their Mercenary Citys ever Sold
Their Youth to killand to be kill'd for Gold.
They Fought for him who best their Country fed
And did not Fame and Glory seekbut Bread.
These Nations all were VigorousStrong and Bold
Patient of LabourHungerHeat and Cold.
Clotar this Valiant People much Carest
And by their Arms the Neighb'ring States Opprest.
These foremost in his Battles always fought
He his Chief Conquests by their Courage got.
These mighty Leaders did for Armour wear
The Skins of Beasts slain by their fatal Spear.
Some march'd before their Troops in dreadful Pride
Arm'd with a ravening Lyon's grisly Hide.
The Shaggy Back was o'er their Shoulders spread
With formidable graceand on their Head
The Tawny Terror grinn'd with open Jaws
And cross their Breasts were lap'd the hideous Paws:
The Teeth and Savage Beard the Hero's Face
Did with becoming Martial Horror grace.
Some did the Wolfand some the Tyger wear
The Spotted Leopard someand some the Bear.
Some a vast Stagsome a wild Bull adorns
With his Curl'd Forehead and his goring Horns.
Their Shields with dreadful Figures were embost
And Belts of Hyde their Spacious Shoulders Crost.
The Warriours for Offensive Armsdid bear
A massy Swordand vast enormous Spear
These were the Warlike Nationsthese the Lords
Herosand mighty Chiefs who drew their Swords
In Clotar's Causeand made the last Effort
Lutetia's Power and Greatness to support.
Mean time the Prince of Darkness flew away
To send fierce Discord to the Coasts of Day.
Far on th' Infernal Frontiers near the Shore
On which th' insulting Waves of Chaos roar;
The utmost limits of Tartarean ground
Which Hell's dark Realms from Night and Chaos bound;
There stands a high and craggy Cliff that braves
The neighb'ring Tempests and tumultuous Waves.
On this sharp Rock did the dire Fiend remain
Bound with a vastunweildybrazen chain.
Whose hideous yellings did the Deep affright
And interrupt the Peace of lonesome Night.
A Thousand horrid Mouths the Monster show'd
And each had twenty Tonguesall fierce and loud.
Her bloody Jaws did her lean Limbs devour
And from her wounds she drank the flowing Gore.
With her sharp Claws she did her Entrails tear
And from her head pull'd off her Snaky hair.
The Breath she Belch'd out with a fearful sound
Made Storms and Whirlwinds in the Air around
Her glaringfiercemis-plac'ddistorted Eyes
Like adverse Meteors flaming in the Skys
Their fiery Orbs against each other turn'd
Tremendous in their bloody Circles burn'd.
So glows the Furnace which the flowing Mass
Of liquid Flintstransforms to Crystal Glass.
Round her foul wast a thousand Monsters rag'd
A dreadful sightin endless Strife engag'd.
Some Serpent like their spotted Volumns roll'd
Some a Cerberean Offspring grinn'd and howl'd.
Like Lyons somelike Tygers some appear'd
And part their hissing heads like Hydras reer'd.
Part Leopards seem'dpart were of Vulture Kind
Part seem'd for pois'nous Basilisks design'd.
Some were an odious Harpy-footed Race
Some Dragons Tails joyn'd to a Gorgon's face.
Some blended Forms did compound Horrour show
Such as from foul unnatural Mixtures flow
When all the various Beasts of Lybia<blandx.htm> meet
At some refreshing Spring to cool their heat.
Where LyonsBearsand all the Savage Kind
A horrid Congressare in Friendship joyn'd;
And when the Stream has quench'd their burning Thirst
Form dire Conceptions with promiscuous Lust.
These all each otherand their Parent tear
And rend her Bowels with Eternal War.
Raving and restless on the Rock she turn'd
And with her Feet her massy Fetters spurn'd.
Her Parent Ignorance close by her stood
And from her Breast squeez'd Juice like blackish blood
Her hateful Offspring's most delicious food.
A formidable Figure black as night
That does in Shades and Labyrinths delight
Exceeding fiercebut destitute of sight.
A crowd of howling Hellhounds round her staid
All hideous Forms that her Commands obey'd.
And Strife that wretched Men in Arms engage.
Various DivisionMalicedeadly Hate
That rend a Kingdomand dissolve a State.
With these a cursed Figure did attend
Ecclesiastic Wratha furious Fiend
That did the rest in Cruelty surpass
Deform'd beyond the whole Infernal Race.
Swift as exploded Light'ning thro' the Sky
To this wild Rock did Hell's proud Monarch fly.
The Fiendsas he alighted on the place
Before him bow'd with awkardhorrid Grace.
Strait with his hands the brazen Chain he broke
And then the raging Fury thus bespoke.
Thou by whose Aidwe founded first our State
Who didst these gloomy Seats of Death create
Of whose great Power all Nature stands afraid
Hither I come to ask thy speedy Aid.
The British King th' invet'rate Foe of Hell
By whose prevailing Arms the Saxon fell
Musters in Gallic Fields his British Ranks
And threatens Ruin to our Warlike Franks.
Go haste to Albion and her State embroil
With Heats and Strife and Tumult fill the Isle.
That Arthur from Lutetia may retire
To quench distracted Albion's raging Fire.
He said. The Fiend pleas'd with the high design
Reply'dthis grateful Enterprise be mine.
I first in Heav'n did Strife and Uproar move
And vext with War the Realms of Peace and Love.
Cast down from thence to Eden's Walks I came
Where Adam's Breast receiv'd my powerful Flame.
From Heav'n his yielding Heart I did divide
Tho' by the Bonds of Love and Int'rest ty'd
Against his God I arm'd the Rebel first
And then against himself with Guilt and Lust.
His Veins inspir'd by medistracted Cain
Did first with humane blood the ground distain.
Subjects by me dethrone their Rightful Lord
Sons in their Parents Bowels sheath their Sword.
Empires whose deep foundations laid in blood
Collected in their Strength unshaken stood
Viewing their spacious Conquests far and wide
And all their Foes Associate Arms defy'd
By my Superiour force at last attackt
Have faln with inwardstrong Convulsions rackt.
Nations insulted by their Tyranny
Have seen with Joy their Wrongs reveng'd by me.
The Roman vanquish'd Eagles must have fled
And left Unconquer'd proud Judea's <blandx.htm>head
Had not my Fury and resistless Flames
Annoy'd the Wallsmore than their Batt'ring Rams.
High Rome by all the trembling World ador'd
Inspir'd by meplung'd her Victorious Sword
Within her own full Breastsand with her Darts
Wild with Distraction pierc'd her Childrens Hearts.
Her mighty Sons in Arms and War renown'd
With the rich Spoils of Conquer'd Monarchs crown'd
Drunk with my Furywith each other's blood
Delug'd the Plainsand swell'd sad Tyber's<blandx.htm> Flood.
Ev'n Christians whom their Founder had enjoyn'd
To live in Bonds of Peace and Love combin'd;
Whence both their Strength and Beauty should arise
And on them draw the World's admiring Eyes
Inspir'd by me against each other rag'd
For Empire stroveand in fierce War engag'd.
I taught them to despise the gentle Dove
And into Savage Fury chang'd their Love.
They soon discern'd by Lights deriv'd from me
That KindnessMeeknesslow Humility
Those Gospel Vertues that to Peace inclin'd
Enfeebled and debased a Noble Mind.
The Streets which sounded with Seraphic Lays
With Songs of Heav'nly Love and Sacred Praise
Now with the Din of Arms and Trumpets sound
And warlike noise shake all the Heav'ns around.
Their Mitred Captains spring into the Field
Lay down the Crosierand the Fauchion weild.
Th' outrageous Preachers of a Law of Peace
From Strife and fierce Contention never cease.
The Sacred Prelates now for Arms declare
Unfold their Gownsand shake out horrid War.
The furious Shepherds o'er the Mountains scour
Prevent the Wolvesand their own Flocks devour.
Their Love extinguish'd by my stronger flame
Their Church a bloody Theater became
Where with a Zeal that gives all Hell delight
Ecclesiastic Gladiators Fight:
In bloody Prizes with prodigious rage
The eager Champions of the Church engage.
That Church has found minea more fatal Fire
Then that wherein her Martyrs did expire.
The beauteous Charms and Graces that arose
From perfect Health which Unity bestows
Soon wither'd and decay'dand in their place
A sickly Hue deform'd her meagre face.
My single hand has nobler Conquests won
O'er the Vile Sectthan all your Arms have done.
In vain you brought your Scythians<blandx.htm> from the North
In vain you led your Roman Armys forth.
Oppos'd by these the Christians greater grew
And all their Suff'rings did their Strength renew.
Confed'rate Earth and Hell could never move
This Sect supported by their mutual Love.
I broke the strong Enchantmentand infus'd
Those heats which all the binding Cement loos'd.
The Bond dissolv'd which did the frame connect
Into a thousand parts was rent the shatter'd Sect.
Each Fragment strait aspir'd to soveraign rule
And every seperate Part would be the whole.
They did each other black Apostates deem
But all themselves the Orthodox esteem.
With all th' abstracted Points the Schools could find
And Notions by th' acutest Wit refin'd
I entertain'd and fand the glowing flame
Till it attain'd a force too great to tame.
Sometimes the Zealots shed each others blood
For Points by neither Party understood.
Fruitfull in Creeds and Councils Asia's soil
Is fam'd for fierce Ecclesiastic toil.
Anti-Nestorian at Nestorian rag'd
And Arrian War with Anti-Arrian wag'd.
Their Synods oft adjourn'd into the Field
And those were Heretickswho first did yield.
All for the Conq'ring Faith did soon declare
And Creeds were vary'd by the chance of War.
In Orthodoxal Pride by turns they reign'd
As they by turns the Battle lost or gain'd.
These furious Zealots thus the World embroil'd
And with unheard of Rage each other spoil'd.
So soon the Laws of Peace they did decline
Despis'd their Master's Badgeand put on mine.
An idle Notion and an empty Word
Have dy'd with Christian Blood the reeking Sword.
Thus has the ruin'd World my Power confest
And so much Zeal have I for Hell exprest:
Nor will I future Services decline
But undertake the Province you enjoyn.
Strait to Britannia will I make my way
She's Conscious of my Powerand must obey.
She said. And strait she mounted in the Air
And all behind her flew her Snaky Hair.
Thro' the dark Realms she swiftly wing'd her way
And quickly reach'd the Silver Coasts of Day.
To Morogan's high Seat she took her flight
Where she arriv'd when blended Shades and Light
A brown Confusion made of Day and Night.
When Birds obscene fly from their dark abodes
And prowling Wolves forsake the shady Woods.
The Lyon now who in his Den by Day
His lazy Limbs extended slumb'ring lay
Yawning and stretching from his Covert comes
Roars o'er the Hillsand thro' the Forest roams.
His lofty Palace near Augusta stood
On the sweet Banks of Isis famous Flood
Whither the Peer sowr with his Discontent
Camein Augusta Faction to foment.
Along the Shore his flowry Gardens lay
Which did with smiling looks the Stream survey.
Here walk'd proud Morogan with Cares opprest
Holding his Arms across his anxious Breast.
When hither with her Crew the Fury came
Whose pois'nous Breathand the malignant flame
That thro' the Air her glaring Eye-balls cast
All the delicious Gardens Glory blast.
The verdant Walks their charming Aspect lose
And shriveld Fruit drop from the wither'd Boughs.
Flowers in their Virgin Blushes smother'd die
And round the Trees their scatter'd Beautys lie.
Infection taints the Airsick Nature fades
And suddain Autumn all the place invades.
So when the Fields their flowry pomp display
Sooth' d by the Spring's sweet Breath and chearing ray
If Boreas then designing envious War
Musters his swift-wing'd Legions in the Air
And then for sure Destruction marches forth
With the Cold Forces of the Snowy North.
The opening Buds and sprouting Herbsand all
The tender First-Born of the Spring must fall.
The blighted Trees their blooming Honours shed
And on their blasted Hopes the mournful Gard'ners tread.
The Fury strait compress'd the ambient Air
Moulded a shapeand did a Dress prepare
So justthat thus disguis'd the crafty Fiend
Proud Algal seem'd the Peer's departed Friend.
A Mitre did his hoary Temples crown
Pride in his Eyesand on his Brow a frown.
Pondrous with Gold a Scarlet Cope made fast
With Silver Claspshis Reverend Shoulder grac'd.
A low hung Robe as white as Snow he wore
And in his hand a Golden Crosier bore.
She did a haughty Air and Mien assume
Such as we see in the proud Sons of Rome.
Gravely she then advanc'dand coming near
She stoodand thus bespoke the thoughtful Peer.
Let not my coming Morogan affright
The Seats of Bliss and of Immortal Light.
Where ravish'd Minds their Golden hours employ
In drinking in unutterable joy
By antient Friendship mov'd I now forsake
To give that Counsel Morogan should take.
While all your Inj'rys tamely you sustain
You tempt th' Oppressor to encrease your pain.
Wrongs unreveng'd new suff'rings will invite
And not asserting ityou yield your Right.
Prince Arthur and for ever may be curst
That impious Tonguewhich call'd him Monarch first
The Britons and their Merit disregards
And on the Neustrian only heaps Rewards.
These know his Secretsand enjoy his Smiles
Pamper'd with Easeand rich with Albion's spoils.
The slighted Briton at a distance stands
Not to receive his Favoursbut Commands.
You that advanc'd him to th' Imperial Throne
And for his safety did expose your own
Who did till now his tott'ring Crown Support
For this are banish'd from th' ungrateful Court.
Commands and Honours are confer'd on those
Who chiefly did his Armsand yours oppose.
The Profits these enjoyfor which you fought
And reap the Fieldswhich by your Blood were bought.
You all are left to tell of Camps and Wars
To show your Woundsand unrewarded Scars.
In vain your Merit in the Scale you lay
Against your Neighbours Gold can Merit weigh?
This Court the Man that's useful now rewards
And future Servicenot the past regards
This Prince those Subjects only will prefer
Who always pleaseor necessary are.
When Arthur first the Saxon did invade
What Forces did you raise to bring him Aid?
What mighty Deeds were at Gallena <blandx.htm>done
What Trophys by your Conqu'ring Sword were won?
What Strengthwhat Godlike Courage did you show
Passing like Thunder thro' the broken Foe?
How much that glorious Day was due to you
You beat the Foewhom Arthur did pursue?
For this he envy'd your Heroic Fame
And griev'd that yours did Rival Arthur's Name.
For thisfrom your Commands you are displac'd
Strip'd of your Honoursand at Court disgrac'd.
Excess of Worth some as a Crime regard
And hate the Vertuewhich they can't reward.
The Merit which to these does most commend
Is on their favour wholly to depend.
Your Vertues make you to the People dear
And whom the People Loveill Princes fear.
You once were Valu'dwhen besmear'd with blood
You o'er the slaughter'd Saxons Conquering rode.
But now the Statesman does your hopes defeat
And reaps the fruits of all your Blood and Sweat.
Your Merit ceases now the Foe's o'ercome
The brave abroad fight for the Wise at home.
You are but Camp Camelions fed with Air
Thin fame is all the bravest Hero's share.
Yet the good Monarch would no longer give
This meagre Sustenance on which you live.
His Ensigns he has wafted o'er the Main
New Laurels in the Gallic Fields to gain.
But you are left neglected here behind
Such Scorn must deeply wound a generous Mind.
Solmar enjoys the Honour which to you
Is for your Courage and Experience due.
Your noble Soul this treatment does resent
Nor do you spare to give your Passion vent.
But what will words do? they may prove a Crime
Dangerous indeed to youbut not to him.
Resentments till by sweet Revenge reveal'd
Deep in your Breast should wisely be conceal'd.
Repeated threat'nings only wound the Air
The Sword alone your Inj'rys can repair.
In vain your empty Words your Passion show
He should not hear ittill he feel it too.
Heav'n now has plac'd Revenge within your power
Had you a Heart to use the happy Hour.
While Arthur's absent from the British Isle
To seek new Triumphs in a Forreign Soil
Some Pious Prelates are enrag'd to see
Their Prince protect audacious Heresy.
These in their Zeal to their Restorer cool
Why should they serve a Prince they cannot Rule?
Adal and many Noble Leaders more
Who call'd their Hero from the Neustrian Shore
Who from the Cliffs the Ocean oft survey'd
And with Impatience dy'd to be delay'd;
Whowhen he cameunheard of Joy exprest
And their Delivereras they call'd himblest;
Thousands of these grown Wiser wish to be
From their Deliv'ranceand Deliverer free.
Now the warm Passion has its Vigor spent
They Cool to Senseand their rash Choice repent.
Inlighten'd theytheir fatal error own
And crush'd beneath too much Redemption groan.
Power and Promotion were the dazling Prize
The bright Illusion that engag'd their Eyes
Which not obtain'd the strong enchantment's broke
And now their Reason's freethey find the Yoke
The heavy Yoke is not remov'dthe Name
Is only chang'dthe Thing is still the same.
Ill blood encreases thro' the murm'ring State
And unpromoted Friendship turns to Hate.
Pernicious Counsellors your Prince misguide;
And from the People's Int'rest his divide.
These Sychophants address with Courtly Skill
Not to his Wants their Counselbut his Will.
They hide ungrateful Truth and speak no more
Than what they knew would please their Princebefore.
Bright Schemes of Power before him they display
And the sweet Charms of Independent Sway
They tell him Kings then only great appear
When Arm'd with Force they move their Subjects fear.
Princes whose Will pretended Law restrains
Are only Royal Slavesand rule in Chains.
That he's a King who triumphs free from Law
Like the fierce Monarchs which the Desart awe.
Which uncontroul'd range the wild Mountains o'er
And shake the Forest with their dreadful roar.
Whose haughty Nod the trembling Herds obey
And are not Subjects onlybut their Prey.
To such a Power they teach him to aspire
And such a savage Empire to admire
More than Elysian Grovesand Spicy Woods
And flowry Gardens stretcht along the Floods
Ev'n more than Eden's Paradiseif there
Does one high Tree above his reach appear
On which does hang the People's Golden Meat
Which Right protectsand Law forbids to Eat.
To ravish beauteous Liberty they first
Excite their Monarchthen assist his Lust.
By all her Crys unmov'dand all her Charms
They bring her struggling to th' Oppressor's Arms.
These are the Tyrant's Pioneers that lay
All the high Fences flatand clear the way
For his destructive Arms to fill with Spoil
And fearful Ruin all their native Soil.
These in the Saxon Int'rest still abide
And with design the lab'ring State misguide
If Arms you takeno doubt but these will joyn
And with their Squadrons aid the just design.
Others by favour rais'd to high Command
Weak and unskilful in the Steerage stand
To guide the Vesseltill 'tis almost lost
Midst frequent Rocksand on a shoaly Coast.
Indulgent Heav'n of Miracles profuse
Religious admiration to produce
Protecting Care has of the Britons shown
Against their En'mys Wisdomand their own.
But will you still on Miracles rely?
You must the means to heal the state apply
The Sword's a sharpbut sov'raign Remedy.
She said. And from her odious head she tore
A chosen Viper swoln with pois'nous Gore
She prest and grip'd him hardand slash'd him thrice
Against the groundto make his fury rise.
Then with a nimble hand the twining Beast
She secretly directed to his Breast.
Which pass'd as swiftly as a Parthian<blandx.htm> Dart
Or pointed flame of Light'ning to his Heart.
Where while she fixt her Teethinto the Wound
She prest out all th' envenom'd Juices found
In yellow Cellswherewith her Jaws abound.
The secret Plague with which his heart was stung
Close to his Life in chill Embraces Clung.
A shiv'ring horror thro' his Vitals struck
And every Limb with strong Convulsions shook.
The cold to heat no less excessive turn'd
And with a suddain Fire the Briton burn'd.
All Ætna's <blandx.htm> Caves strovein his lab'ring Soul
And Stygian Tempests in his veins did rowl.
His panting Heart threw out a boiling tide
And circulating flames their winding Channels fry'd.
Distracting fury all the Man possest
And Agonys of rage o'erwhelm'd his Breast.
Taking long strides sometimes he Slowly stalk'd
And then Distracted rather ranthan Walk'd.
Oft stopping on a suddain would he stand
Striking his Breastand stamping on the Sand.
Sometimes his Eyes were fixt upon the Ground
Then starting up he wildly star'd around.
He bit his Lipsand with his Hands did tear
From his distemper'd Head his curling Hair.
Death! Heav'ns! 'tis so. Ungrateful Man. Abus'd.
Were broken Forms of Speech his Passion us'd.
Then on his mighty Sword he laid his Hand
And mutt'ring to himself did threatning stand.
So when a Bull nodding his brindled Head
And softly bellowing traverses the Mead
While the warm Sun darts his indulgent Beams
And most refines the Earth's exhaling Steams;
If then he finds th' invading Hornet cling
Close to his Flankand feels the poison'd Sting
The wounded Beast enrag'dand roaring out
Whisks round his Tailand flingsand flys about:
Mad with th' adhering Plague's tormenting Pain
He Scares the Herdsand raving scowrs the Plain.
Then her Disguise and Shape of Air dissolv'd
Which all her Monstersand dire Limbs involv'd
Strait did the Fiend her Stygian Wings display
And to Miraldo's Palace flew away.
Hetho a Prelate was a Male-content
False to his Vowsto Broils and Strife inclin'd
A Mitred Christian with a Pagan Mind.
The Fury pois'd with her unerring Art
Her flaming Torchand aim'd it at his Heart.
Across the Air the Firebrand swiftly flew
And lightly pass'd his purple Garments thro'.
His Breast was strait on Firethro' every Vein
The hot Contagion did resistless reign.
The haughty Prelate strait outragious grew
And wild and raving round the Palace flew.
His swelling Eyes did from their Orbit start
And Streaks of Fire across th' Apartment dart.
He gnash'd his angry Teethhis heaving Breast
And trembling Joynts the Fiend within confest.
So when surrounding Huntsmen cast a Shower
Of hissing Spears against some mighty Boar.
The grisly Beast provok'd with every Wound
Ragesand casts his threatning Looks around.
High on his Back his furious Bristles rise
And Lightning flashes from his raging Eyes.
He tosses Clouds of Foam amidst the Air
And brandishing his Fangs invites the War.
Part of his over boyling Fury spent
The Prelate spoke to give his Passion vent.
Do's Arthur thus my service past requite
Despise my Powerand thus my Int'rest slight?
Is he so firmso fixt upon his Throne
That we Supporters once are useless grown
Remov'd as Scaffolds now the Building's done?
My Power and Strength th' ungrateful King shall know
And find a Churchman is no vulgar Foe.
That the kind Miter must support the Crown
That Arms are impotent without the Gown.
He shall a Churchman's Strength superiour find;
He rules the Body onlywe the Mind.
Against their King my Sons will me obey
My Power's Divineand do's the Conscience sway.
The People of their Error I'll convince
And make it Treason to obey their Prince.
Distracted thus he pass'd the wearing Night
Watching with eager Eyes the springing Light.
And when the Morn did her grey Wings display
From whence she gently shook the tender Day.
Strait Messengers he thro' Augusta sends
To call with Speed his most confiding Friends
Who chiefly by his Eloquence was sway'd
And his Advice as Oracles obey'd.
Of these deep Hate to Arthur some declar'd
And for Rebellion had been long prepar'd.
These in the Church a Separation made
Because King Arthur she as Head obey'd.
Some whom Promotion only did convert
To Arthur's Causestill lov'd his Foes at Heart.
By solemn Vow they did the Monarch own
But labour'd hard to undermine his Throne.
While Albion's famous Church Obedience paid
And for the King her great Defender pray'd
These fewfor some amongst the best are bad
Ev'n Christ among his twelve one Traitor had
As open Schismaticks or secret Foes
Did both the Pious Church and Pious King oppose.
'Tis true in Arthur's most auspicious Days
The Peaceful Priesthood gain'd Immortal Praise:
Then noble Lights did in the Church appear
And with their Orbs adorn'd her sacred Sphear.
Whose Pious Lives and Labours made her shine
With Heav'nly Gracesand with Truth Divine
Whose learned Fame advanc'd her to the Skys
And on her drew the World's admiring Eyes:
Britannia's glorious Luminarys shone.
Then flourish'd Caledon great Tylon's Friend
Who to the Field King Arthur did attend.
Then flourish'd learned Aula void of Pride
And Moran did his Church with Honour guide.
Then Patracan the Church's Fame increast
And charmingsweet-tongued Fleta Albion blest.
These sacred Priests whom Albion most rever'd
And thousands more to Arthur's Cause adher'd.
Yet some ev'n then were foundwho did create
Disturbance in the Churchas well as State.
Men of aspiring Thoughts and restless Mind
Who Grandeur and Terrestrial Pomp design'd.
Scepters Immortaland high Thrones of Bliss
In the next World they mock'dthey'll reign in this.
Celestial Crowns did doubtful things appear
These would be Mitred Kingsand triumph here.
Religion which their Heav'nly Founder taught
To these seem'd Plain and Naked to a fault.
These to encrease her Charms did on her throw
Their gawdy Pompand Ceremonial Show.
Which soon her native Majesty did shrowd
Her Form divine and Heav'nly Lustre cloud.
She groan'd beneath her Robe's unweildy Weight
Eclips'd with Splendorand debas'd with State.
Her Godlike Looks at first her Vot'rys saw
With AdmirationLove and sacred Awe.
These made her lovely Shape to be despis'd
Deform'd with Paintwith Ornament disguis'd.
Botran to every restless Spirit dear
Did at Miraldo's Palace first appear.
Inexorable HatredPride unmixt
Desp'rate Revengeand Malice deeply fixt
With Wrath from every Stain of Love refin'd
Reign'd uncontroul'd in his envenom'd Mind.
The savage Spoilers of the Lybian wild
Compar'd with this fierce Manare tame and mild.
His Parents got him in a sullen Mood
Hell's Furys round th' unshap'd Conception stood
And all their Poisons mixt in one green Flood:
Then the dire Medly from the flowing Bowl
They pour'd into his Veinsand thence into his Soul.
Each with his Torch the heaving Mass inspir'd
And with their keenest Flames the Embryo fir'd.
Th' unhappy Parents Womb began to swell
And quicken'd with the Joy and Hopes of Hell.
With mighty Pangs she brought the Monster forth
And dy'd to give her odious Offspring Birth.
Her wretched Bowels with Convulsions rent
Th' exploded Thunderbolt midst Mortals sent.
Teeth from his Birth did arm his cruel Jaws
And Nails his Handssharp as a Tyger's Claws
Fierce as young Beasts of Prey he us'd to try
Upon his Nurse his Infant Cruelty.
Displeas'd with Milk he bit her swelling Breast
And suck'd her Blood a more delicious Feast.
Young Birds and Beasts he strangled with his Hand
And o'er their Torments would insulting stand.
Hell's greatest Masters all their Skill combin'd
To form and cultivate so fierce a Mind
Till their great Work was to Perfection brought
A finish'd Monster form'd without a Fault.
No Flaw of Goodnessno deforming Vein
Or Streak of Vertue did their Offspring stain.
Then Orban Sobezand Elbuna came
Whose EnvyMalice and ambitious Aim
With Botran's and Miraldo's were the same.
Tho' all a cruel Nature had exprest
Botran in Rage and Spite surpass'd the rest.
Th' Assembly fill'dMiraldo Silence broke
And in these Words his Reverend Friends bespoke.
Prelates you see how Arthur do's employ
His Art and Power our Altars to destroy.
This Prince against us has at last exprest
The Rancor long conceal'd within his Breast.
From us our due Protection he withdraws
And breaks the Fences of our ancient Laws.
What dreadful Tempests o'er our Heads appear
What Desolation may we justly fear
Now all th' Entrenchmentsand the sacred Mound
Now the high Pale is levell'd with the Ground
Which Christ's Celestial Vine did once surround?
Wild Boars and Foxes will destroy her Fruit
Tear up the Glebeand gnaw her tender Root.
Now our Sectarian Foes in numerous Swarms
Will lay our Churches wast with furious Arms.
A Rout of raging Monsters will invade
The Heav'nly Vin'yardnow the Breach is made
And all th' Inclosure is so open laid.
How can our Dignity be now upheld
Since our coercive Laws are all repeal'd?
The Cement gone that held the Structureall
The mould'ring Fabrick must decay and fall.
Stript of its Power who will our Gown revere
Who will a Church unarm'd and naked fear?
Our Empire we no further shall extend
Nor what we now possessshall long defend.
We never shall unsheath this Monarch's Sword
His Arms no Triumphs will to us afford.
He'll ne'er enrich us with Sectarian Spoil
But when we push him forward will recoyl.
If impious Sects the sacred Mitre dare
In vain we bid him undertake the War.
He unconcern'd our threat'ning Danger sees
Nor will revenge our Wrongs and Injurys.
He to the Sects gives universal Ease
And with our Foes has made a separate Peace:
Prelatesyou see what lowring Clouds appear
Which clearly show our certain Ruin near.
If still our Foes must this Indulgence boast
The Church is falnand all her Sons are lost.
Speak Prelateswhat Expedient can we find
Whereby th' impending Storm may be declin'd.
Sayhow this growing Mischief we shall stop
And how our sinking Empire underprop.
Botran elated with Infernal Pride
And urg'd with bitter Rancor thus reply'd.
Miraldo Reverend Lordsdo's truly state
Th' important Subject of this great Debate.
'Tis plain Sectarian Principles obtain
And o'er the poison'd Court and Nation Reign.
The Sects are numerousproud and haughty grown
Find free Admission to the Prince's Throne.
Warm'd by the kind Indulgence of the Court
Towring on high the busy Insects sport.
No more they dread the naked Church's Power
But in their Monarch's Favour seem secure.
No Law restrains themall our Hands are ty'd
And all Redress is to our Prayers deny'd
And those they fear'd beforethey now deride
Crosiers their Handstheir Heads rich Mitres grace
Who were the Offspring of Sectarian Race.
Sectarians o'er the Orthodox preside
Who must the Church by Court-Direction guide.
They call them Men of TemperGentleMeek
They Peace pretendand Moderation seek.
The Church by Condescention these betray
And by reforming purge her Strength away.
How shall we Health to her pale Cheeks restore
And to her Eyes the Beams they had before?
What Sov'raign Drugwhat potent Remedy
Can we to save a sinking Church apply?
Since all our Wrongs and Fears from Arthur spring
They're all remov'dif he was not our King.
We guide their Conscienceand can soon provoke
Our zealous Friends to break th' Oppressor's Yoke.
Let us aloud the Church's Fears declare
And for her sake engage her Sons in War.
Better a thousand Kings should quit their Throne
Than such a Church as this should be undone.
Thus these two Prelates did the rest inflame
And dar'd usurp the Church's sacred Name
Tho she incens'dthe Faction did disclaim.
Mean time bold Morogan by Hell inspir'd
Came to Miraldo and access desir'd.
The Prelate introduc'd him to the rest
Who at his coming wondrous Joy exprest.
Then did Miraldo to the Peer relate
At large th' important Matter in debate:
And what the fittest means to them appear'd
T' avert the Church's Ruin which they fear'd.
Entring the Room he straightway silence broke
And thus the Reverend Prelates he bespoke.
The gath'ring Tempest from Sectarian Foes
Impending o'er the Church still blacker grows.
Our Enemysth' Inclosure open laid
With their collected Force the Church invade:
Fathers who ne'er were Sons they now create
To rule the Sacred Order which they hate.
Sectarian Swarms indulg'd o'erspread the Isle
Devour the Churchand all the Land defile.
Nor do I only mourn the Churches Fate
I dread th' approaching Ruin of the State.
Bleeding Britannia from her open Veins
Pours out a Crimson Deluge on the Plains.
Her Beauty fadedand her Vigor spent
She feels her self grown Faint and Impotent.
What Foreign Soil hears not her dying Moans
Bath'd with our Bloodand horrid with our Bones.
Outlandish Graves our bravest Youth entomb
Or else they are swallow'd in the Ocean's Womb.
Her Wealth profusely spenther Treasures gone
Lost Albion is exhausted; spoil'dundone.
No bounds are set to our increasing Woes
Devour'd by Foreign Friendsand Foreign Foes.
O'erwhelm'd with SorrowAnguish and Despair
With her sad Moans she wounds the ambient Air
And to her Sons pours out this mournful prayer.
Ease memy Sonsof my tormenting Pain
Remove my Yokeand break my pondrous Chain.
Will not my Wounds my Son's Compassion move?
Where is their ancient Couragewhere their Love?
Arthur restore my Valiant Legions lost
On Scandinavia's <blandx.htm>and theCimbrian Coast.
Restore my Noble Youth for my defence
Protect not Forreign Realms at my expence.
My wasted Riches and my Ships restore
Enrich not Neustria's Towns to make mine poor.
Relieve my Wants restore my Ease and Health
And spread not neighb'ring Shores with British Wealth
Let not proud Rhenus <blandx.htm>and the Gallic Sein
Exhaust my Thames and all her Treasures drain.
Call home my Armys who with fruitless toyl
Pursue Ambitious Aims in Forreign Soil.
Protect my Commerceand my Fleets encrease
Make me again the Empress of the Seas.
Oh! Let th' insulting Corsairs be supprest
Who in distructive Swarms my Coasts infest.
Chase this dire plague from my unguarded Shore
Restore my Fleetsand they will Peace restore.
Can we her Sons see with relentless Eyes
Britannia's tearsand haer unmov'dher crys?
Must not these Woes which threaten Church and State
Wound all our Souls and anxious care create?
How shall our Arts the lowring Storm dispel?
What lofty Works can this strong Tide repel?
Britannia must not sinknor can we see
The Church o'er-run with monstrous Heresy.
We must our Altars with our Arms protect
And guard our State which Arthur dos neglect.
Our Desolation from Destructive War
Moves not his Pitynor employs his care;
While Dreams of Foreign Triumphs fill his Brain
Domestic Evils unresisted reign.
If we Britannia lovewe must apply
With speed some sharp and Soveraign Remedy.
By Camps and Battles Albion's strength decays
The slow Disease upon her Vitals preys.
This Flux of Blood exhausts her flabby Veins
And from the Springs of Life their Vigor drains.
Her noblest and her purest Spirits gone
A windy Vapour swells her Veins alone.
Campaigns protracted and th' insatiate Womb
Of everlasting War her Wealth entomb.
We must debate how best her Wealth to save
Princes impoverish firstand then enslave.
Adal and Barden to the Britons dear
Who love their Countryand her ruin fear
Organ and Subal who have still bewail'd
Their Country's fatesince Arthur first prevail'd
These all by me engag'dprepare to Arm
You Church-men must assist and spread th' alarm.
No doubt some great Sectarians too will joyn
Who from their Zeal to Arthur's Cause decline
Who on their unrewarded Arms reflect
Proud of their Worthimpatient of Neglect.
These with loud murm'rings all Britania fill
Expose their Prince and boldly thwart his will.
These tho' they hate usas we justly them
Joyn with us Arthur's Conduct to condemn.
These raise DistrustSuspitionJealousy
Which for Protection to Resistance fly.
These Passions soon in open Arms appear
To guard against the Dangerswhich they fear.
Thus far we'll call the Vile Sectarian Friend
And use his Service to promote our End
The Sects shall AidKing Arthur to dethrone
Then fall themselvestheir chief Supporter gone.
He saidthe Faction with a great Applause
Embrac'd the forward Champion of their Cause.
In solemn Vows th' ungrateful Rebels joyn
To execute with speed their black Design.
He whom with Prayers and Tears they did invite
To ease their Suff'rings and assert their Right.
Who touch'd with God-like Pitysoon releast
These wretched Slaves by Pagan Foes opprest
By whose blest Arms Deliv'rance did appear
Strange and amazingas their Dangers were;
He's by ungrateful Murmurers defam'd
By those his Power protectsOppressor nam'd.
For now the dreadful Storm is over blown
And all the hideous shapes of Terror gone
Now Barb'rous Gods and Barb'rous Kings no more
Oppress despairing Albion as before
These Men no more their great Restorer own
But would the Prince that sav'd their Church dethrone.
So when good Moses set his Hebrews free
From the strong Jaws of Savage Tyranny
Working a thousand Miracles to raise
Their Admirationand excite their Praise;
Theyrescu'd from the proud Oppressor's Hand
And plac'd in Prospect of the promis'd Land
Forgot the Wonders in their Favour shown
Wonders by their Ingratitude outdone.
They soon their great Deliv'rer did despise
And mock the Freedomwhich with earnest Crys
And endless Groans they importun'd the Skys.
So long with Egypt's Leeks and Onions fed
They soon began to loath their Heav'nly Bread
They would again be back to Egypt led.
They to their Chains and Brick-kilns would return
And sore the loss of Egypt's Bondage mourn.
Of their Deliv'rance so did these repent
And so revile the glorious Instrument.
They did their great Restorer dare condemn
And all the Wonders which he wrought blaspheme.
Again the Slaves require their scourging Rods
Their Saxon Mastersand their Pagan Gods.
Now open War the Rebels did proclaim
And with their Slanders wounded Arthur's Fame.
A thousand Falshoods did the Traitors vent
T' embroil the Realm and Tumults to foment.
Their crafty Arts wrought up the People's Rage
And in Rebellion did weak Minds engage.
As when high Winds on the vast Ocean blow;
The swelling Surges strait tumultuous grow:
Mad with their Rage they beat with fearful Strokes
Their batt'ring Heads against th' opposing Rocks.
On some while rushing forwardsome recoil
And with wild Uproar all the Deep embroil.
Along the Coasts th' outragious Billows roar
Or dash themselves to sleet upon the Shore.
O'er the vext Empire of the spacious Main.
So did these Agitators loud Alarms
Embroil Britannia with seditious Arms.
The common Clamour wasReligion's gone
The Church is ruin'dand the State undone.
Atheists bewail the Church's wretched Fate
And Beggars fear the Ruin of the State.
The Vicious and Prophane their Armour take
Fond of Rebellion for Religion's sake.
Those who derided all her sacred Laws
Appearas Champions of the Church's Cause.
Those who on Tyrants lov'd to fawnand still
Enslav'd thtir Country to their boundless Will.
Who did her ancient Laws and Rights betray
Now most complain of arbitrary Sway.
Mean time fell out a luckless Incident
Which did Sedition's spreading Flame foment
And favour'd much the Traytors black Intent.
Augusta's Fleet equipt with mighty Cost
Each Year the Ocean pass'd to Asia's Coast.
As oft return'd with Triumph from abroad
In Albion's Ports her Treasures to unload.
Hence Albion Empress of the Seas possest
All the Delights and Riches of the East.
Then in her Towns did wondring Strangers see
Arabian <blandx.htm> Wealthand Tyrian<blandx.htm> Luxury.
The Pious King whose Vigilance and Care
Attended all Concerns of Peace and War
Whose Breast felt only this ambitious Aim
To raise Britannia's GloryWealthand Fame
Sends out a Warlike Squadron to protect
This Navy which Augusta did expect.
The Squadron well equipt advanc'd to meet
And guard from Pyrates Rage the Asian Fleet.
With prosp'rous Gales they pass'd the narrow Tyde<blandx.htm>
That do's Iberia from the Moor divide.
But now the gath'ring Clouds began to rise
And lab'ring Winds convey'd them up the Skys.
A dreadful Storm ensuedFireHail and Rain
Beat with an unknown Fury on the Main.
Such Thunderclapssuch Windssuch Waves did roar
As never tremb'ling Saylors heard before.
Experienc'd Captains gray in Danger grown
Stood now amaz'd and did their Terror own.
In vain to stop their leeking Ships they try'd
In vain the Pumpin vain the Rudder ply'd
In vain they cut their Mastsor furl'd their Sails
The Sea's resistlessand the Storm prevails.
Some Vessels with inevitable Shocks
Were dash'd to pieces on the craggy Rocks.
Some oversetsome founder'dsome the Sand
Suck'd inand some were lost upon the Strand.
Britannia's scatter'd Wreck and Warlike Stores
With endless Spoils o'erspread Iberia's Shores.
The Warlike Squadron lostthat should secure
Britannia's Asian Fleet from hostile Power
When thrice Aurora's bright disshevel'd Hair
Had chas'd the Shades from all th' inlighten'd Air
In with the Foe the wealthy Navy fell
And strove in vain their Fury to repel.
For Lusitania <blandx.htm> won with GallicGold
Their Corsair's Service had to Clotar sold.
Clotar did these and many more employ
The British Coasts and Commerce to annoy.
These prosp'rous Robbers seize the noble Prey
And to their Ports Britannia's Spoils convey.
When these ill Tydings to Augusta came
The Rebels thro' the Streets the Loss proclaim
And on the pious King reflect the Blame.
Their Mouths a thousand black Invectives vent
And with infernal Malice represent
Th' indulgent King as one who would betray
Their Naval Strengthand wish'd their Trade's Decay.
Thus the seditious Flame they did foment
And into Rage blew up the Discontent.
As when the Sun to th' Artick Line returns
And with a scorching Ray the Harvest burns
Emptys the Riversand the Marshes drys
Chaps the hard Plainand russet Meadow frys
If in some Town a Fire breaks out by chance
Th' impetuous Flames with lawless Power advance:
On ruddy Wings the bright Destruction flys
Follow'd with Ruinand amazing Crys.
The flaky Plague spreads swiftly with the Wind
And ghastly Desolation Howls behind.
So soon Sedition reer'd her hissing Head
So swiftly did her raging Poison spread.
Thus did the Fury Albion's State embroil
And with Distraction fill th' unquiet Isle.
So far her Undertaking did succeed;
All Hell had joyand triumph'd in the Deed.
That donethe Fiend left the sweet Realms of Light
And sinkingplung'd her self in Stygian Night.
Mean time Gravellan an Illustrious Peer
Who to his Monarch's Int'rest did adhere
For Eloquencefor Wit and Courage fam'd
Was by the Faithful Lords in Council nam'd
The Messengerwho should on Arthur wait
To represent Britannia's troubled State.
Forthwith the noble Person undertook
The task enjoin'dand Albion's Coast forsook.
With outspread Wings his Vessel crost the Main
And the Neustrasian Shore did quickly gain:
Thence to the Camp impatient of delay
He hasten'dwhere the Valiant Britons lay.
Arriving therethro' the thick Files he went
With eager Steps to Pious Arthur's Tent.
Where he in secret with his Monarch spoke
And to him thus th' unwelcom Message broke.
Since Jason was dispatch'd to let you know
Your heavy lossand sad Britannia's Woe;
When Ethelina did her Throne remove
And chang'd Terrestrial Cares for Joys above:
A Race of Men who are enrag'd to see
Vertue assertedand Britannia free.
Who to their Country wish the greatest Harms
And envy you the Glory of your Arms:
Against your Throne and Albion's Peace conspire
And with Seditious Heats the Britons fire.
With false Reports and Popular Address
They spread th' Infection with too great Success.
With crafty Languageand ensnaring Arts
Your Subjects they deceiveand gain their Hearts.
Some of th' Invidious Malecontents declare
Against the Burden of a Foreign War.
Some aggravate the Losses we sustain
By Corsairs Rocks and Tempests on the Main.
These would th' Intendants of the Sea displace
As an unskilulweakand heedless Race.
They cry high Offices are Sold and Bought
And Trusts for Mennot Men for Trusts are sought.
Some crythe Freedom all the Sects enjoy
The Churche's strong Foundations will destroy.
While by the Laws you 're to Sectarians kind
Her Pillars shakeher Walls are undermin'd.
Some would your chiefest Ministers remove
Who serve you bestand most their Country love.
Into the Field they run in numerous Swarms
Pretended Inj'rys to redress with Arms.
Rival with RivalFoe with Foe combine
Against their Prince divided Int'rests joyn.
Some are enrag'd to see their Foes enjoy
The MannorsHonoursand the high employ
Or noble Pension which themselves believ'd
Due to the mighty Deeds by them Atchiev'd.
Court Candidates with long Attendance tir'd
Fill'd with Despairand with Resentment fir'd
Neglected Senatorsgreat Peers displac'd
Captains cashier'dand Ministers disgrac'd
Bigotsand all the persecuting Kind
Against your Throne in Friendship are combin'd.
Then did the noble Lord at large relate
What Peers and Prelates most disturb'd the State.
Who did the Insurrection boldly head
And who in secret did th' Infection spread
And popular Heats with sly Suggestions fed.
A while King Arthur sitting unresolv'd
Th' important Message in his Mind revolv'd.
He in the greatest Straights could ever find
Unshaken Courageand a present Mind.
If happy or unhappy Tydings came
His Godlike Temper ever was the same.
In Storms of State he was a steady Guide
Still ply'd the Helmand stem'd th' impetuous Tyde.
No Change of Looks his inward Care confest
And when he suffer'd mosthe show'd it least.
Oft from the lowest Ebb his Waters came
Back to their Channel with a nobler Stream.
His sick'ning Orb would oft disturb the Sight
With faded Gloryand expiring Light:
But would as often with a suddain Blaze
Break outand shine with more illustrious Rays:
Oft thrust from Heav'n it left its starry Sphere
Sunk downand hung below in Cloudy Air
But the divine Intelligence within
Rais'd it as oftto its high Seat again.
Then calmly thus did the great Briton speak;
Soon as returning Day from Heav'n shall break
I'll lead my Squadrons Clotar to invade
And if my Arms by Heav'n's propitious Aid
Against the Gallic Forces shall succed
I'll reach Britannia with the utmost Speed
To calm those Heats which interrupt her Peace
And find fit Med'cines for the sharp Disease.
Now had Aurora on the Face of Night
Pour'd from her Golden Urn fresh Streams of Light.
That fin'd and clear'd the Airwhile down to Hell
The shady Dregs precipitated fell.
Then with Heroic Eagerness and Hast
King Arthur round his Head his Helmet brac'd:
From whose high Crest a lofty Plume did rise
Pureas the Milky Stars that grace the Skys.
The radiant Steel which arm'd his Back and Breast
Reflected Lustre not to be exprest.
Pureburnish'd Gold his Martial Thighs encas'd
And Silver Boots his vig'rous Legs embrac'd.
His glorious Belt he cross his Shoulder flung
In which refulgent Caliburno hung.
With his strong Arm he grasp'd his spacious Shield
Where a fierce Dragon guarded all the Field.
So bright it blaz'dthe Metal when it came
Red from the Forgedid scarce more fiercely flame.
Then his long Spear he grip'dwhich shone from far
Brightas if pointed with the Morning Star.
When first into his Hand King Arthur took
The pondrous Ashthe trembling Weapon shook
As if 'twas conscious what a bloody Lake
What vast Destruction 'twas about to make.
With Martial Port the Hero then advanc'd
And fearful Splendor from his Armour glanc'd.
A dreadful Pleasure 'twas to view from far
The utmost Pompand Terror too of War.
As when the Dogs with their deep Mouths proclaim
That in the Wood they've rous'd the flying Game
The generous Steed erects his list'ning Ears
And the loud Noise with brave Impatience hears:
Thick Clouds of Smoke his working Nostrils blow
And Streams of Fire out from his Eyeballs flow.
His eager Looks his inward Heat express
And all his quiv'ring Limbs his Joy confess.
He paws the Vally with an needless Strife
Profuse of Forceand prodigal of Life.
His forward Feet anticipate the Chace
And seem to runev'n while he keeps his Place.
Such Life King Arthur show'dsuch generous Rage
Urg'd with as great Impatience to engage.
The sprightly Trumpet now with shrill Alarms
The British Troops with noble Fury warms.
Their Arms so well to Vict'ry known they take
And springing forth the tented Camp forsake.
A graceful Ardor in their Looks appears
While LancesSwords and Woods of glitt'ring Spears
Throng'd HelmetsGauntlets and contiguous Shields
Diffuse promiscuous Splendor o'er the Fields.
The various Glorys of their Arms combine
And in one fearfuldazling Medly joyn.
The Air aboveand all the Fields beneath
Shine with a bright Variety of Death.
Helms flash on HelmsBucklers on Bucklers blaze
With glancing Lustreand recoiling Rays.
The Sun starts back to see the Fields display
Their Rival Lustreand Terrestrial Day.
The raging Steeds shake with their Feet the Ground
And with their Neighings all the Heav'ns around.
Prodigious Clamour rattles in the Hills
And in loud Eccho's all the Valley fills.
Thick Clouds of Dust which from the Plains arise
O'erspread the Squadronsand deform the Skys.
The valiant Troops draw out in close Array
And on the Hills their awful Pomp display.
The thronging Franks amaz'd regard from far
Th' Embattled Wings and Iron Face of War.
On th' other side of Esia's <blandx.htm>silver Flood
The Gallic Army in Battalia stood.
And only now this interposing Tide
Did Albion's Youth from the fierce Frank divide.
Brightas the radiant Harbinger of Day
The splendid Arthur shone and led the Way.
His Squadrons follow'dand along the Banks
The Britons swarm'dand stretcht their Warlike Ranks.
Esia amaz'd at this strange sight appears
Believing all her Reeds transform'd to Spears.
Th' affrighted Stream with unaccustom'd hast
By its arm'd Banksand Iron Margin past.
Amidst the numerous Hosts the River flow'd
Like a vast Serpentgliding thro' a Wood.
The valiant Briton wav'd his flaming Sword
And full of Rage his fiery Courser spur'd;
The wound resented by the generous Beast
He plung'd amidst the Wavesand with his Breast
He all th' opposing Waters did divide
And made his way across th' impetuous Tyde.
As when (so Poets feign) lascivious Jove
Forsaking Heav'n became a Bull for Love
The Thund'ring Beast with mighty Vigor bore
Across the Tyde his Mistress to the Shore.
So Arthur's Steed the River's fury braves
Carrying a nobler Passion thro' the Waves.
Thro' Showers of Arrows which around him flew
And Storms of Darts which Gallic Warriours threw
The mighty King advanc'dand from the Stream
Bright as the Morning Sun in Triumph came.
With such a Lustreand with such a Force
He roseprepar'd to run his glorious Course.
Had those who liv'd in antient times descry'd
This Warriour rising from the foaming tide
They would have thought that Mars himself had come
As well as Venus from the Water's Womb.
Fir'd with th' Example of th' intrepid King
The British Youth with Shouts did onward spring.
All to the Banks advanc'dand with their Swords
High lifted up they leap'd to cross the Fords.
While thus the Britons boldly pass'd the Tyde
The Gallic Troops rang'd on the other Side
Cast Clouds of Darts from nearand from afar
To beat off from the Banks the wading War.
A ratling Storm down on the River pours
And bearded Death descends in feather'd Showrs.
Some Rocky Fragments hurl against the Foe
Some massy Spearssome glitt'ring Jav'lins throw.
While thus they strove th' Aggressor to repel
Many great Britons by their Weapons fell.
Who mingled with the Waves their flowing Blood
And turn'd the Crystal to a Purple Flood.
And massy Shields the swelling Tyde o'erwhelms.
SpearsArrowsBowsand Plumes of various Dy
Upon the rapid Waters floating ly
And Darts their Fury spentstill on the Current fly.
First his impetuous Dart Olcanor cast
Which thro' Comara's shining Buckler past:
Then thro' his temper'd Breastplate made its Way
And buried deep within his Bosom lay.
From the wide Wound warm crimson Streams of Blood
Sprang outand down the Briton's Armour flow'd:
Backwards he fell of Sense and Breath bereft
And his hot Steed without a Rider left.
The generous Courser now without a Guide
Did with the spacious Breast the Flood divide
And climbing up the Banks with loosen'd Reins
Flew wild aboutand scowr'd along the Plains.
Then mighty Stuffa threw his massy Spear
Which with its Errand pleas'dsung thro' the Air.
He aim'd it full at Goran's shining Crest
But missing himit struck his Courser's breast.
A Crimson Torrent spouted from the Wound
And deeply tinctur'd all the Flood around.
The Steed tho' tortur'd with the goring Spear
Would fain the Warriour thro' the Water bear.
He heav'd his lab'ring Limbsstretcht every Vein
Did every Muscleevery Sinew strain;
His Mouth out-foam'd the Waveshis Eye balls star'd
And working Nostrils Death at hand declar'd:
Then faint with toil and vast expence of blood
He with his Rider sunk beneath the Flood.
Then was at Belon's head a pondrous Stone
By the strong Arm of raging Bofar thrown.
It lighted on the Briton's Breastbeneath
The Papsand from his Body struck his breath.
He straightway headlong felland Esia's Wave
Involv'd the Briton in a liquid Grave.
Next Robar fell of Berta's noble Line
Too bold the greatest Dangers to decline:
Now an inglorious Spear at random cast
His Naval pierc'dand thro' his Bowels past.
He honour'd by his Birth Sabrina's Stream
And by his Death rais'd silver Esia's fame.
Here Dolan to surmount the rising Banks
Stuck fast his Spurs within his Courser's Flanks;
The Steed against the Bank with fury sprung
That high above the Water's Margin hung;
But fell down backward headlong to the Flood
And lab'ring layand choaking in the Mud.
Then Arton Gamaland Ormellan dy'd
And with their Bodys swell'd the troubled tyde.
Next Blanadoc for Arts and Courage known
And Holan wise Testador's Valiant Son
And many more amidst the Waves were slain
Who strove to make the Shorebut strove in vain.
Mean time their Friends had gain'd the adverse Banks
And march'd in Battle rang'd against the Franks.
Near to the Hillsthe Franks retreating back
In order drawnwaited the Foe's Attack.
Then Valiant Arthur to his Britons cry'd
NowFellow Soldiersno remaining Tyde
Is left to Guard the Foe; hereBritons see
The way is plain that leads to Victory.
He said. And straight he spur'd his fiery Steed
And thunder'd thro' the Plain with eager speed.
As when a Falcon from the Airy brow
Of some high Hill descrys the Game below
To truss the Prey so strongso swift he flys
As if some Engine shot him thro' the Skys.
So Arthur with a noble Ardor past
T' engage the Foeand the first Spear he cast
To Death's unwelcome Shades stout Hago sent;
The fatal Weapon thro' his Buckler went
Broke thro' his Armour oft in Battle try'd
And pass'd his Body thro' from Side to Side.
At Corolan he aim'd his second Spear
Which pierc'd his Head ent'ring above the Ear!
He felland groveling in his flowing Gore
Fetch'd one deep Groanand after fetch'd no more.
Then from amidst the Files Grimaldo sprung
Nobly descendedvig'rousbold and young:
With all his Might his furious Spear he threw
Which from the Briton's Shield in pieces flew.
The Monarch all enrag'd with mighty Force
His Javelin castwhich with impetuous Course
Into his Breast past thro' his massy Shield;
Faint with the fatal Wound a while he reel'd
Then down he felland stretcht upon the Ground
Which with his ringing Armour did resound.
Then Boson stept out from the foremost Ranks
A noble Youth born on Axona's <blandx.htm>Banks;
He rais'd his spacious Buckler in the Air
And stooping down guarded his Head with Care.
The Briton saw himand a Javelin sent
Which might all farther Care of Life prevent:
But Boson seap'dtho with a mighty Dread
He heard the erring Death sing o'er his Head.
Conrade who next did to the Charge advance
Could not escape with such a prosp'rous Chance.
An Ashen Spear the British Monarch sent
Which on its deadly Message swiftly went.
The furious Weapon did with Ease divide
His Buckler's temper'd Plate and treble Hide.
Then deep within his wounded Breast it sunk
And at their purple Spring his Vitals drunk.
Strait on the Ground he fell no more to rise
And everlasting Sleep o'erwhelm'd his Eyes.
Then did Amintor and great Tursin feel
Deep in their wounded Veins the Briton's Steel.
Next Raban and Amansul near ally'd
By the same mighty Arm together dy'd:
These did when living to each other show
The highest Strains of mutual Loveand now
When dying both their Friendly Streams of Blood
Were joyn'dand mixt in warm Embraces flow'd.
Then Villa much admir'd for beauteous Charms
And not less famous for his splendid Arms
Who with applauded Brav'ry always fought
Up to the Charge his fierce Battalions brought.
Then did the valiant Frank his Javelin throw
Aiming at Arthur's Breast a furious Blow:
Thro' the soft Bosom of the Air it went
And in the Briton's Shield its Fury spent.
The King enrag'd strait cast his glitt'ring Dart
Which thro' his Shield and Breast transfixt his Heart:
The noble Frank in strong Convulsions lay
Wallowing in Goreand Gasping Life away:
His swimming Eyes grew dimand suddain Night
Her sable Curtain drew before his Sight.
And now the Franks with vengeful Fury warm'd
In numerous Throngs about the Monarch swarm'd.
Bright Showers of Darts did on his Buckler ring
And bearded Arrows all around him sing.
Arthur enrag'dresolv'd to force the Foe
To break their Ranksand cut his Passage thro.
He now no longer missive Weapons threw
But from his Side broad Caliburno drew.
Above his Head he wav'd the glorious Blade
Which dreadful Flashes thro' the Air convey'd.
And then advancing with a mighty stride
Did force his Passageand the Files divide.
As when a River is oblig'd to stay
Oppos'd by some new Mound that dams its Way:
Th' obstructed Tyde swoln with its Fury stands
And to its Aid calls its wat'ry Bands.
Recruited thus the River leansand heaves
And shoves against the Bank with all its Waves:
Which having brokenwith resistless Force
It roars alongand runs with swifter Course.
So Arthur's Rage resisted higher rose
And scatt'ring all who did his Arms oppose
He thro' their Ranks with double Fury flew
And their Brigades with greater Havock slew
Such was the Conq'rour's rapid Coursethat Fate
Could scarce attendand almost came too late.
While Vict'ry almost spentand out of Wind
Flew heavily alongand panting lag'd behind.
Ansegius when he saw the Monarch nigh
Shaking with Pannic Fear began to fly.
The British King pursu'd him o'er the Sand
His mighty Sword uplifted in his Hand.
The flying Frank finding his Vigor spent
And that his Flight could not his Fate prevent
Turn'd backand trembling on the Ground he kneel'd
And threw upon the Sand his Sword and Shield:
Then while his Hands he spread out in the Air
And did his Words to beg his Life prepare
His Head flew mut'ring from his sever'd Neck
And in the Dust seem'd eager still to speak.
So when the timerous Game from far descrys
Th' invading Falcon stooping from the Skys
Upon the Prey so swift is his Descent
It do's its Crys and almost Fears prevent.
Then Huban glorying in his noble Blood
Boldly the conqu'ring Briton's Course withstood.
But strait the Warriour on his Crest did feel
The Weight and Force of Arthur's massy Steel;
With the vast Blow of the broad Fauchion stun'd
The Frank fell downand prest the trembling Ground.
Arthur advanc'd and thus the Frank bespoke
Before his Arm discharg'd a second Stroke.
Huban what Widows Plaintswhat woful Crys
Of Orphans made by theehave fill'd the Skys?
Thou unprovok'dwith Fire and Sword hast past
Thro' Peaceful Statesand laid rich Countrys wast.
What pop'lous Towns and Citys hast thou burn'd
What Towers and Domes to heaps of Rubbish turn'd?
How has thy Sword thy Neighbours round alarm'd
And slain their Youth when naked and unarm'd?
This Cruelty thy bloody hand has shown
To please King Clotar's Furyand thy own.
I'll now extinguish thy unnatural Thirst
Of humane Blood; That saidthe Monarch thrust
Deep in his panting Breast his mighty Sword
And left upon the Ground th' extended Lord.
Then Obal Rodanand Gutaro fell
And Oroman who did in Arts excel.
Ocar and Nisan lay in Dust and Gore
And great Alcador and vast numbers more
Whose Vulgar Names appear in no Record
Dy'd by the mighty Briton's Conq'ring Sword.
As when a Craggy Rockthat did appear
Still falling while suspended in the Air
By washing Showers and frequent Tempests worn
Or by some inward strong Convulsion torn
Breaks offand falling from the Mountain's top
Rolls down the Wood beneath without a stop;
It overturns the Forest in it's way
Nor can the strongest Oaks it's Progress stay.
Elms rooted up and broken Pines around
(Amazing Desolation) spread the ground.
The British King advanc'd with such a force
And no less Spoils adorn'd his rapid course.
Mean time King Clotar who in Armour shone
Of polish'd Plateled his Battalions on.
Around his Head his crested Helm was lac'd
And on his Arm his blazing Target brac'd;
Which o'er the Fieldamazing to behold
Shone like a glowing Orb of melted Gold.
Fir'd with excessive Rage he did advance
And shook from far his formidable Lance.
Then mounted in his high Refulgent Car
He plung'd with loosen'd Reins amidst the War.
Brave Gisan first did in his Bosom feel
The deadly force of his projected Steel:
Down to the ground the wounded Warriour came
And by his fall advancd the Conq'rour's fame.
Another Spear at Roderic he threw
Which thro' his Shieldhis Headand Helmet flew.
The noble Briton stretcht upon the ground
And felt departing Life Ebb from his Wound:
He gather'd up his quiv'ring kneesand strait
He stretcht them outand yielded to his fate.
Bold Gotric next did in the Front appear
Resolv'd to stand the mark of Clotar's Spear:
With mighty Vigor he his Weapon cast;
It flewand hiss'd with fury as it past.
It struck the Shieldbut by unhappy chance
Did from the brazen Brim obliquely glance.
But that his Message might not be in vain
By its refracted stroke was Ruthen slain
And lay extended on the dusty Plain.
Where Clotar stood Ruthen was always near
No Courtier more was to his Master dear.
With him the Monarch did the Secrets trust
Both of his Crueltyand of his Lust.
The noblest Franks did by his Ponyard bleed
Whose Doom by Clotar had been first decreed.
Or he the poison'd Bowl bore in his hand
If bloodless Death his Master did command.
The fairest Women to his Bed he brought
By Forceor Fraudor by his Silver bought.
By Ruthen's fall King Clotar all enrag'd
His utmost strength in deep Revenge engag'd.
With his extended Arm his Dart he cast
Which as a Bolt of Thunder swiftly past.
On Gotric's Shield the hissing Vengeance fell
Nor could the temper'd Steel its force repel.
Thro' Plates and Plys and Hides it's way it made
And in his brawny Thigh the Weapon staid.
The Bearded Plague stuck in his wounded Veins
And rack'd the Hero with tormenting Pains.
Down on his Knees he fell as in a Trance
The haughty Victor fiercely did advance
To strike his head offwhen brave Cutar broke
Thro' the thick Filesto ward the furious Stroke:
He took the Monarch's blow upon his Shield;
A suddain shout rung thro' th' applauding Field.
Then Cutar Clotar's progress to arrest
Discharg'd a noble Blow against his Crest;
The Frank receiv'd it on his temper'd Shield
But stagger'd with the strokeand backward reel'd.
Mean time brave Gotric had new Spirits gain'd
Reviving from his Swoonand then sustain'd
Both by his faithful Friends and faithful Spear
Retir'd in Painand halted to the Rear.
Gibbonius thro' all Britain's Isle admir'd
As one with Æsculapian Skill inspir'd
Prescrib'd a nobler Balm to heal the Wound
Then that the famous Locatella found.
King Clotar soon recover'dand for Fight
Collected all his Rageand all his Might.
As when a Lyon roaming o'er the Plains
Is stop'd by Huntsmenand surrounding Swains
If wounded once by some advent'rous Spear
He sees his blood upon the Ground appear
Straight double fury gathers in his Eyes
And on the Foe with double force he flys.
So with a fiercer Fire the Monarch burn'd
And to the War with greater Rage return'd.
Then with his mighty Spear he did Assail
His valiant Foe; nor Shieldnor Coat of Mail
Nor harden'd Cuirass could its fury stay
Till glancing on the Ribs it flew away.
The Briton felt the Wound within his Side
And all his Limbs the streaming Purple dy'd.
The noble Leader rag'd at this Defeat
But Loss of Blood oblig'd him to retreat.
Next valiant Horan did the Frank engage
Fam'd for his Arms and splendid Equipage:
He from the flowry Banks of Isis came
To win in Gallic Fields heroic Fame.
But in those Fields the Combatant was slain
Unable Clotar's Fury to sustain.
Then Valiant Malgo shook his pondrous Lance
And bad his bold Dimetian Troops advance.
He bravely march'd the foremost of the Band
And charging boldly made a noble Stand.
As when the Rocky Fragments standing up
In a rude Channel oft the Torrent stop
Which during Summer from dissolving Snows
Down the rough Sides of some high Mountain flows.
Obstructed thus the foaming Deluge raves
And roars against the Rocks with all its Waves.
So did the Britons Clotar's Course oppose
And in his boyling Veins like Fury rose.
With high Applause great Malgo kept his Ground
Till feeling in his Head a painful Wound
Inflicted by a Dart which Clotar cast
His Friends compell'd him to retire at last.
Then did the Frank with Sword in Hand invade
The British Ranksand vast Destruction made.
Now grisly Death with Crimson Garlands crown'd
In horrid Triumph reign'dwhile all the Ground
With HelmetsShields and broken Spears was spread
With ghastly Spoilsand slaughter'd Heaps of Dead.
When famous Shobar with his watchful Eye
Perceiv'd the British Troops begin to ply
Highly enrag'dhe call'd aloud to those
Who did his own select Brigade compose
Seewhere your Countrymen begin to yield
And fearing Clotar's Arms forsake the Field.
Let us advance our Ensignsto sustain
Our stagg'ring Friendstill they their Ground regain.
With this Applause the Britons all adorn
No rallying Troops so oft to Fight return.
Did now that youthful Vigor warm my Veins
Which once I felt in Lusitanian Plains;
Could I with such a Force the Fauchion weild
As when I slew Gelanson in the Field
When Romolar who flew to his Relief
Fell by the Side of that expiring Chief
While Rhenus was amaz'd to see its Flood
As once Egyptian Rivers turn'd to Blood;
I would not doubt King Clotar to subdue
Whose conq'ring Arms our yielding Friends pursue.
But since his Sword such Numbers have destroy'd
And Arthur's Arms we see elsewhere employ'd;
I'll stay no longer a Spectator here
But with King Clotar will exchange a Spear.
Old as I am I will my Fortune try
In Arthur's Cause I'm not displeas'd to dy.
Between the rising Fields on either Hand
Where Shobar and King Clotar did command
A shady Thicket rosenear which the Way
That led between the Franks and Britons lay.
Moloc who often had with Joy embru'd
His reeking Hands in slaughter'd Christians Blood
Who thro' their Towns with Hellish Fury past
And laid with Fire and Sword their Dwellings wast
Chose fifty Gauls of equal Strength and Rage
Who did themselves in dreadful Oaths engage
Ne'er Children Wives or Lands to see again
Till they had first the mighty Shobar slain.
And when they saw where his stout Squadron staid
They to this Thicket strait themselves convey'd:
That if his Squadron should advance this Way
They with united Arms might Shobar slay.
Now as the Warriour near the Thicket past
Marching to aid his Friends with eager Hast
The Gallic Foes did from their Ambush spring
And all at once their furious Javelins sling.
Then with loud Clamour they did onward rush
And with unequal Force the Hero crush
While Shobar rais'd his Shield and stood inclin'd
Th' Ignoble Foe Morander came behind
And pierc'd between his Armours Skirts his Reins
And left the Javelin in his bleeding Veins.
Great Shobar wounded with th' inglorious Thrust
Fell downand lay besmear'd with Gore and Dust.
A while he lay convuls'd upon the Ground
While his warm Life gush'd from the treacherous Wound.
His warlike Soul flew up to take its Post
Midst the bright Squadrons of the Heav'nly Host.
Yet his great Life he did not cheaply sell
For with his fatal Arms before he fell
He Dorlac Taman and Orbassan slew
Bruis'd Bodan's Head and pierc'd Tibaldo thro.
Nor did his Squadron stand Spectators by
As unconcern'd to see great Shobar dy.
For valiant Calmot when he saw the Chief
Opprest with Numbers flew to his Relief.
Calmot to pious Clovis was ally'd
In Blood and Vertue bothand now he dy'd
Striving insulting Oran's Blow to ward
And from the furious Crowd the Chief to guard.
Altubar next for Arts and Valour known
Strove Shobar's Life to savebut lost his own.
Next thro' the Files noble Gravellan broke
But came too late to save the fatal Stroke.
But on the Field he left Moranson dead
And with his Fauchion struck off Moloc's Head.
Thus Shobar fell unable to withstand
The suddain Charge of such a desp'rate Band.
The Britons rav'd to see him lying slain
By ignominious Arms upon the Plain.
And to revenge so great a Captain's Fall
With utmost Rage they charg'd the treach'rous Gaul
Th' amaz'd Conspirators the Fight forsook
And their swift Flight back to the Thicket took.
Gravellan close pursu'd with Sword in Hand
And such a Slaughter made that of the Band
Which made the treacherous Onsetonly two
Gamol and Arpan from their Fury flew.
Great Shobar's Fall reveng'dthe valiant Chief
March'd with his Troops to give his Friends Relief.
Who prest too hard by Clotar's Arms retir'd
And whom his Presence with fresh Life inspir'd.
When Solmar likewise saw those Troops dismay'd
He brought the Ordovicians to their Aid.
Thus reinforc'd the rallying Britons burn'd
With a new Flameand to the Fight return'd.
And now the Franks and Britons high enrag'd
Were close thro' all the bloody Field engag'd.
Now Files on FilesCohorts on Cohorts rush
Steeds Steeds o'erturnSpearmen at Spearmen push.
Shields ring on ShieldsFauchions with Fauchions clash
And Flames from clatt'ring Armslike Lightningflash.
Thick Clouds of Dust obscure th' astonish'd Skys
And on the Field ghastly Destruction lys.
Buckler lay heap'd on BucklerDead on Dead
And sever'd Limbs and Heads the Ground o'erspread.
Loud Shoutsprodigious Clamourwarlike Sound
From Hill to Hillfrom Sphear to Sphear rebound.
The Neighings of the Coursersand the Noise
Of batt'ring Armsand raging Captains Voice
Insulting Threats of Conq'roursand the Prayer
Of vanquish'd Warrioursfill the ecchoing Air.
As when an Earthquake shakes the cavern'd Soil
And rocking Mountains of Sicilia's Isle
Th' imprison'd Tempests bellowing in the Caves
Raise on the heaving Fields amazing Waves.
The Sea no more restrain'd by ancient Shores
In new unfashion'd Channels foamsand roars.
The Shipsprodigious Sight! o'er Citys ride
And sail amidst the Land without a Guide.
They leave the Harbourand the Oazy Shore
To visit Forrests where they grew before.
The gaping Earth within her horrid Jaws
Hills with their Woods and sinking Citys draws.
Nature's disjoynted with the noisy Shock
Mountain on Mountain fallsand Rock on Rock.
United Clamours and distracting Crys
Fill all the Landthe Oceanand the Skys.
So do's the Noise of Arms the Region scare
Shaking the Groundand rending all the Air.
Gaston mean time did their left Wing invade
And thro' the British Files great Slaughter made.
He march'd along the Plain with Martial Grace
Mighty of Bulkand of Gigantic Race.
A while as Conq'rour he maintain'd the Field
And to his Force the Britons long did yield.
Till aided by a fresh and strong Recruit
They rally'dand reviv'd the hot Dispute.
The Britons with their Troops encompass'd round
Gaston advanc'd too far on hostile ground.
Archers their Arrows on the Champion spend
And clouds of Spears the shouting Spearmen send.
Yet bravely still the Frank his ground maintain'd
And on his ample Shield the War sustain'd.
So when arm'd Swains on the fam'd banks of Nile
Beset a fierceVoracious Crocadile
In vain their Dartsin vain their Spears assail
His scaly Sidesand native Coat of Mail.
On his hard Back they pour a fruitless War
Which strait recoylsbut can't imprint a Scar.
So did the temper'd Steel unpierc'd repel
The Weapons which on Gaston's Buckler fell
Like an Egyptian Obelisk he stood
Or as a lofty brazen Pillar show'd
Which grateful Citys out of high respect
To Princes or Victorious Chiefs erect.
Thus stood the mighty Champion and defy'd
The various Deaths which flew on every side.
With proud Disdain he travers'd all the Ground
Then stoodand cast his Haughty Eyes around.
Aloud he cry'dwhat have you not a Knight
In Battle boldand brave enough in Fight
To come out hither and his fame advance
By being slain by Gaston's Conquering Lance.
Then let him comelet him his Valour try
And chuse the way by which he'd rather dy.
Will none step forth his name to Eternize
For that he gainswho by this Weapon dys.
While Gaston thus the British Knights defy'd
And stalk'd around the Field in all his Pride.
The British Monarch he descry'd from far
Advancing thro' the Files to seek the War.
Then cry'd the Frank yonder his Arms I see
On which depend your hopes of Victory.
He will not sure decline the glorious Fight
Nor seek his Safety by a shameful Flight.
By this time Flying on with eager hast
Arthur advanc'd within a Javlin's cast
Then thus he Cry'dGaston a Foe appears
Not us'd to Idle wordsbut active Spears.
Then from his Arm his mighty Spear he cast
Exploded Light'ning scarcely flys so fast
Which the strong Hero's sevenfold Buckler struck
It past Six foldsbut in the last it stuck.
Then Gaston with enormous fury burn'd
And his Vast Spear with mighty force return'd.
When to discharge the Weapon he prepar'd
He all his brawny Sinews strain'd so hard
Such strength employ'd to give a mortal Stroke
That as he threwFire from his Eyeballs broke.
Arthur who ne'er had felt the power of Fear
Receiv'd within his Shield the massy Spear.
Within the outmost folds the Point stuck fast
And not the middle of its thickness past.
A shiv'ring Dread thro' both the Armys went
On either side they fear'd the vast event.
Now from their Shields the Spears the Heros drew
The next the British King with Vigor threw.
It pass'd his Shieldand passing did divide
The treble Plateand fourfold Bullock's Hide
Then pierc'd his Belly with a dreadful Wound
Which tore his Fleshthat clos'd his Bowels round.
The Frank no longer could in Combate stand
But threw his Spear and Buckler on the Sand
And held his reeking Entrails in his Hand.
Off from the Field the wounded Chief did fly
And fill'd the Region with a dismal Cry.
So when a bold Rhinoceros in Fight
With a strong Elephant compares his Might:
The noble Combate all the Forest fills
And Terror strikes thro' all th' ecchoing Hills.
This with his Trunk invadesand every Blow
Rings on the scaly Armour of the Foe:
Who with his Horn do's on th' Assailant rush
And makes a furious but a fruitless push.
The Warriours long a doubtful Fight maintain
And spend a thousand noble Strokes in vain.
Till the Rhinoceros do's gore by chance
The Foe's soft Belly with his Horny Lance.
Then do's the Monster roar in tort'ring Pain
And flying drags his Entrails o'er the Plain.
Mean time King Clotar with his massy Spear
His Passage to the Quarter strove to clear
Where the Britannic King victorious stood
And murth'ring Caliburno reek'd in Blood.
But as the raging Monarch swiftly past
High in the Chariotvaliant Maca cast
His furious Spearwhich cut the liquid Air
Attended with the pious Warriour's Prayer.
Who cry'dGood Heav'nsthe Weapon's Flight assist
And let not Clotar's Shield its Force resist;
Pierc'd by the Steel may he extended ly;
Kind Heav'n in partdid with the Prayer comply.
The Plate the Weapon's Progress could not stay
Which thro' the Monarch's Thigh strait made its Way.
A bloody Torrent all the Chariot stain'd
And of his Wound the tortur'd King complain'd.
Exclaiming loud he bad his Charioteer
Turn his hot Steedsand drive him to the Rear.
Soon as the Franks observ'd their Chief's defeat
And saw their Monarch from the Field retreat
Their scatter'd Troops dismaid began to yield
And disarray'd forsook the bloody Field.
The British Youth pursu'd them as they fled
And all the Ground with fearful Slaughter spred.
Till Night advancing did their Fury stay
Night to the Franks more welcome than the Day.
The Chiefs returning from the hot Pursuit
Did with becoming Joy their Friends salute.
But all lamented mighty Shobar's Fall
A Chief rever'dapplaudedlov'd by all.
But summon'd now King Arthur to attend
To his high Tent they did their Footsteps bend.
The British Monarch from his Chair of State
Beganthe Captains did around him wait.
Th' Allmighty Lord of Hosts whom we adore
Has added to the past this Triumph more.
First to propitious Heav'n the Praise is due
For this Successand nextbrave Mento you.
Your Arms this Day have rais'd the British Name
And equall'd your great Father's Warlike Fame.
The Courage and the Conduct you have shown
Your Faithfulness long try'dand so well known
Assure meyou will Clotar's Force sustain
Whilst I my Troops forsake to pass the Main.
KnowBritons some in Albion left behind
Impatientproudand turbulent of Mind
Intestine Heats and civil Feuds create
And with seditious Arts embroil the State.
I therefore to Britannia must return
To quench the Flames wherewith the Britons burn.
When from its Fears my Kingdom I have freed
Back to the Camp I'll come with equal Speed.
Till I return to the Neustrasian Strand
Solmar in chief my Army shall command.
Seek not again t' engage the Gallic Host
But with defensive Arms maintain your Post.
Such valiant Troops can never be annoy'd
If private Strife and Contests they avoid.
He ceas'd. The Captains by their Aspect show'd
The Joy was sunk which from their Conquest flow'd.
They griev'd to hear the pious King relate
What Strife embroil'd Britannia's troubled State;
Which forc'd him to forsake the Gallic Soil
To re-establish Peace in Albion's Isle.
Then from his Princely Seat King Arthur rose
Intending Albion's Tumults to compose.
Now did the Morn her radiant Lap display
And gently on the Air shook forth the Day.
When strait the King his Chariot did demand
And took his Way to the Neustrasian Strand.
Valiant Gravellan did his Prince attend
And faithful Lucius Arthur's bosom Friend.
Soon as they reach'd the Shore without Delay
They all embark'dand strait stood out to Sea.
The bounding Vessel ran before the Wind
Leaving Neustrasia's Rocks and Towers behind.
And when the rising Sun dispell'd the Night
The Regnian Strand <blandx.htm>appear'd within their Sight.
Soon as they came on Shore they took the Way
To Domar's Castlethere resolv'd to stay
Till brave Gravellan should returnwho sent
To learn the State of things t' Augusta went
And down from thence his chiefest Frinds to bring
Fit to assist and to advise the King.
Thrice had th' unweary'd Sun his Chariot driv'n
O'er the wide Plains and trackless Wast of Heav'n.
When the wise Lord return'dand with him came
The Peers and Prelates of distinguish'd Fame
For Zeal and WisdomMen who ever stood
For Arthur's Gloryand their Country's Good.
Then Albion's pious Monarch Silence broke
And thus the Prelates and the Peers bespoke.
For Britain's Safety to express my Care
I leave in Gallia an unfinish'd War.
My Arms have met Successbut Zeal for you
Will not permit our Conquests to pursue.
What Feuds some Peers and Prelates ill dispos'd
Have rais'dGravellan has before disclos'd
But what has happen'd since do you relate
And tell the present Posture of the State.
Suggest some ready and effectual Way
To check Seditionand its Progress stay.
Britannia might despise all forreign Power
If from contentious Sons she stood secure.
Her Strength abroad is formidable grown
No Arms can shake her Greatness but her own.
Only our Strife can Clotar's Empire Guard
Obstruct our Triumphsand our Arms retard.
Only your Feuds can sinking Gallia prop
Your Feuds their Refugeand their single hope.
Then Reverend Arman for his Learning known
And his Capacious Genius thus begun.
Illustrious Monarch! whose Victorious hand
From Pagan Kings and Gods has sav'd the Land
Urg'd by Affection and a Loyal Zeal
The Cause of our Distractions I'll reveal.
The Liberty Sectarians have enjoy'd
By your Indulgencehas our Peace destroy'd.
At first they cry'dIndulgence would content
Ease they demandedbut Dominion meant.
For since from Punishment they live secure
And dread no more an unarm'd Church's Power
They now disclose their Maliceand their Pride
Affront our Orderand our Laws deride.
They boast the Court Sectarians dos befriend
And dare for Empire with the Church contend.
Freedom and Ease they know not how to use
But gentle Monarchs favours still abuse.
PeevishIllnatur'dProud and Arrogant
They crave still moreand still more Merit vaunt.
Those who to give a troubled Kingdom Ease
Cherish these restless Sectsdo but release
Outragious Winds to calm th' unquiet Seas.
Such call the Foe into Protect the Town
Or dig before the Flood their Fences down.
This Pious Prince is sad Britannia's fate
While Sects let loose disturb our Church and State.
Cheer'd with indulgent Rays the monstrous Brood
Like Vermin hatch'd in Nile's prolific Mud
O'erspread the Landth' uneasy State molest
Devour our Countryand the Church infest.
The Sediment which at the bottom lay
From the pure Church thrown down and purg'd away
Awaken'd nowattempts a fresh ascent
And with new Strife the Struggling Parts ferment.
Sectarian Dreggs audacious are become
Rise up and on the top appear in Scum.
The Church can ne'er be from Disorders free
Till fin'dand rackt from this unquiet Lee.
I labour'd once to give Sectarians Ease
And thought Indulgence might Establish Peace;
With Youthful Zeal I did assert their Cause
And strove to blunt the Edge of Penal Laws.
But long Experience and Maturer Thought
Make me retract the Deedand own the Fault.
I know th' Ambitious Racethey only claim
The Right of Subjectsbut at Empire aim.
Which when they graspthey Cruel Tyrants grow
And unknown Rigour to their Subjects show.
They lash with Scorpionswho complain'd before
Of the mild Whips that show'd the Churches Power.
With Tragic Clamours they for Freedom strive
Which they when Masters ne'er to others give.
The Church's temperate Empire they destroy
That they themselves a wider may enjoy.
'Tis not in point of Power we disagree
But who should be the Rulers they or we.
Forpious Princesince by Compassion mov'd
You first th' Indulgence of the Sects approv'd
Th' aspiring Race deliver'd from the Awe
Of Court Displeasureand coercive Law
Stand over us insultingthreaten high
And treat with Scorn the sacred Hierarchy.
Their ContumacyPrideand Insolence
Justly the Lovers of the Church Incense.
Her Sons too far transported with their Rage
For her Protection now in Arms engage.
The Trait'rous Deed all highly must condemn
But would you soon th' impetuous Torrent stem
Would you at once the threatning Troops disarm
Which o'er Brittania's troubled Region swarm
Against audacious Schismaticks declare
With Vigor carry on the Pious War.
Revoke th' Indulgence grantedand restore
To Britain's ancient Church her ancient Power.
Her Friends whom now too much Resentment warms
Will at your royal Feet cast down their Arms.
This pious Edict will their Troops disband
Secure your Throneand bless with Peace the Land.
Then mighty Monarch unmolested you
Your glorious Triumphs may abroad pursue.
He saidand ancient Ladan silence broke
And gravely thus the British King bespoke.
Th' Expedient Reverend Arman do's suggest
T' appease the Tumults which the State molest.
Great Princedo's fully with my Judgment suit;
It lays the Axe home to Sedition's Root.
The civil Broils which Albion discompose
From Fears and anxious Jealousies arose
Lest the proud Sects which kindly you protect
Should once their Empire o'er the Church erect.
'Tis truethat some who with the Rebels joyn
Their Country's Falland Gallia's Growth design;
But if those Troops which for the Church appear
Submit their Armsthe rest we need not fear.
Now 'tis with Reason that the Church suspects
The Growth of proudmorosedesigning Sects.
I've long observ'd their Pride and Arrogance
And what destructive Doctrines they advance.
Where they prevail the Church is soon defac'd
Becomes a wilduncultivated Wast.
A horrid Wilderness wherein we see
The monstrous Forms of howling Heresy.
Where Grisly Schismand raging Strife appear
And raving Sects each other rend and tear.
Where mad Enthusiasm and Discord reign
And endless Errors endless War maintain.
These sad Effects their Liberty abus'd
Thro' Albion's Isle already has produc'd.
Audacious Schismaticks with lawless Pride
Affront the Churchand all her Laws deride.
Now Heresy her odious Head do's rear
And fresh engender'd Monsters thick appear
Which run upon the Church with open Jaws
And fasten in her Wounds their dreadful Claws.
Ev'n ancient Heresys which once annoy'd
The Church's Peacebut seem'd long since destroy'd
Now chear'd and warm'd by this indulgent Heat
Stretch out their hideous Limbsand Life and Vigor get.
Since the Rebellious Britons but reveal
In a Religious Cause an erring Zeal
And for themselves alledge they flew to Arms
To save their Altars from the Foe's Alarms;
I must for Arman's wise Advice declare
As likely to prevent th' Effects of War.
Th' Indulgence granted to the Sects revoke
And thus Sedition's quell'd without a Stroke.
He ceas'd. And Reverend Olbar rose and spoke.
The Gospel Genius and a Christian Mind
All fierce destructive Methods still declin'd.
Our Founder did not raise his Regal Throne
By his Opposers Suff'ringsbut his own.
He gave his Church no Arms for her Defence
But Wisdom joyn'd with Dove-like Innocence.
He always taught his Followers to profess
Meekness Divineand God-like Gentleness.
When urg'd by eager Zealots to employ
Fire ev'n from Heav'n Opposers to destroy
He us'd no other Flamesbut those of Love
The gentle Fire he brought down from above.
The blest Restorer of undone Mankind
With soft and mild perswasive Ways inclin'd
The World his Heav'nly Mission to believe
And his bright Train of Blessings to receive.
He us'd no other Forceno other Arms
But Mercy's tender Crys and Pity's Charms.
And all his Followers he oblig'd to be
Gentleand kindand merciful as he.
He gave Command they should in Friendship live
Patient of Wrongsand easie to forgive.
Mutual ForbearanceMeeknessPeace and Love
Which fashion Men like the pure Minds above
He oft declar'd were Heav'nly Marks disign'd
To make them known from th' unbelieving Kind.
He never arm'd his Church with Regal Power
Nor bad the strong the weaker Part devour.
He to the valiant Champions of the Faith
Allow'd the Serpent's Wisdomnot his Teeth.
He came from Heav'n lost Blessings to restore
But took from Men none they possest before.
He ne'er pronounc'd Error or Unbelief
Just Forfeitures of Liberty or Life.
He never bad his Church for Arms declare
Nor taught the Rules and Stratagems of War.
He never show'd them how Campaigns to make
How to defendand how they should attack.
He ne'er instructed them in future Days
When numerous grownwhat Bulwarks they should raise.
What Forts and Cittadels they should erect
The Church's sacred Frontier to protect.
He came to save Mens Livesand not to Kill
And therefore taught no Military Skill.
No Models left of Arsenals to be reer'd
Nor said what Warlike Stores should be prepar'd.
His Church he ne'er Commanded to Amass
SpearsFauchionsHelmetsShields and Boots of Brass.
Her Valiant Champions first with Error strove
In Arms Divineand Armour from above
Immortal Truthand Lightand Heav'nly Love.
Thus Arm'd the Chiefs their glorious Course pursu'd
Defeated Viceand Ignorance subdu'd.
Error before them fledand Pagan Gods
Of Light impatientleft their old abodes.
Then a wide Empire Christian Faith possest
And Truth Divine Believing Nations blest.
The White European and the Swarthy Moor
With a like flame Religion did adore.
So powerful then were her Celestial Arms
So bright her Formso ravishing her Charms
That where she came th' obsequious World obey'd
And at her Altars due Devotion paid.
But when she once her Heav'nly Strength forsook
And in Exchange Terrestrial Weapons took
When Martial Faith in Armour first appear'd
And in the Field her bloody Standard reer'd
Advancing like an Amazonian Dame
To vanquish Heresy with Sword and Flame;
The World at such a Figure stood amaz'd
And on the hideous Sight with horror gaz'd.
Against her Throne the Nations soon rebell'd
And Arms with Armsand Power with Power repell'd.
Her Innocenceher Loveand Meekness lost
The warlike Church could no new Triumphs boast.
She soon was stopt in her Victorious Course
Weak by her Armsand impotent by Force.
Christ's peaceful Flock with Wolves devouring Jaws
And his meek Dove arm'd with the Faulcon's Claws
Prodigious Monsters to the World appear'd
No longer to be lov'dand scarcely fear'd.
Religion thus against it self was arm'd
And Civil War the troubled Church alarm'd!
Temple contended Temple to subdue
And Flames from Altarsagainst Altars flew.
Religion endless Revolutions saw
And all by turns were Orthodox by Law.
The Men condemn'd for Hereticks before
Grew Apostolicas they grew in Power.
Prevailing Sects did weaker Sects invade
And Desolation not Conversions made.
For Pain and Suff'rings may indeed affright
But can't perswade us with Convincing Light.
Torments 'tis true strong Arguments appear
But 'tis not to our Reasonbut our Fear.
Our Heav'nly Founder who at distance saw
Ambitious Churchmen back'd with Power and Law
Their Peaceful Neigbours would with force invade
Disarm'd the Gownand Violence forbad.
Nor do those Princes for their Peace provide
Who with one Sect against all others side.
Those Counsels therefore Arman gives for Peace
Both as unjustand dangerous toodisplease.
He ceas'd. Then noble Sefel did begin
Of Prince like Presenceand Majestic Mien.
A noble Genius to the Muses dear
Yet none knew better how the State to steer
Whom every Minister and every Bard
With equal Aweand Rev'rence did regard.
To form the wondrous Man great Pompey's Mind
And Tully's flowing Eloquence combin'd.
All Orators grew proud who gain'd his praise
And where he pleas'd he gave the Poet's Bays.
All charg'd with lessening or debasing Wit
His Sentence did Condemnor did Acquit.
The trembling Bards at his Tribunal stood
None prais'd their Songstill he pronounc'd them good.
None strove with greater Prudence to compose
Contentious Heatswhich in the Church arose.
Then this wise Briton thus himself exprest
And show'd how Albion's Strife might be supprest.
Subjects who Tribute to their Monarch pay
And Peacefully his just Commands obey
With highest Justice from their Prince expect
He should their Lives and Libertys protect.
No Errors in Religion can destroy
Th' Immunitys which weas Menenjoy.
Those whom the Churchmen as Sectarians blame
Lose not the Rights which they as Subjects claim.
The Sacred Laws our Heav'nly Author made
Were not to force Beliefbut to Perswade.
Prisons were ne'er for Christian Schools design'd
Nor Whips and Racks for Arguments enjoyn'd.
Unless our Wills could Laws to Reason give
And Man could what he pleas'das Truth believe
Force for Conversion is employ'd in vain;
Whose Judgment ever was inform'd by Pain?
Churches should Arms forbear till they agree
On some unerring mark of Heresy.
Some Christians call'dof Antichristian mind
To Force and not to Argument inclin'd.
To take the Sword lay down the Pastor's Crook
And into Wolves convert their Peaceful Flock.
Forth against Schism they march exclaiming loud
And make the Church a reeking Field of Blood.
These Sons of Thunder thus the Gospel Preach
And red in Slaughter Heav'nly Meekness teach.
These Men perswadeand make their Doctrines known
Not by th' Almighty's Terroursbut their own.
Declining Reason's mild perswasive Course
They Press for Heav'nand Christians Lift by force.
These from the Temple's Battlements display
The bloody Flagand draw out in Array
Their Warlike Orderswho Embattled stand
With Sabresnot the Gospel in their hand.
Then breathing Firethey March Mankind to free
From Hereticksas well as Heresy.
How ill her Arms and Military dress
The GentleMeek and Passive Church express?
How will this Equipage and strange disguise
The mild Restorer of Mankind surprise?
How will he like his Vineyard which appears
A Bulwark'd Camp all planted o'er with Spears?
How will he know his Church in Tented Fields
Midst ChariotsSteedsbright Helms and blazing Shields?
How will he know her when with Conquest proud
Laden with Spoils and Garments roll'd in blood?
These Arm'd Evangelists must sure displease
Their Gentle Lordthe Prince of Love and Peace.
When Converts first were in Britannia made
The Christian Planters only did perswade.
When they were feweasy to be supprest
Then the Religion which the Sword possest
Was not allow'd a Right to crush the rest:
Then Persecution was aloud condemn'd
And Violence the highest Crime esteem'd.
And shall the Christians strong and numerous grown
The Maxims which advanc'd their Church disown?
Shall they Assert an Antichristian Power
Their disagreeing Neighbours to devour
Which if the Pagan Princes had employ'd
The Christian Church long since had been destroy'd?
But grant the Church Sectarians may restrain
Inflicting rigorous Penaltys and Pain
Grant too that this the Rebels will appease
Who will have noneif others have their Ease?
Will this Britannia's troubled State compose
Or dry the Spring whence our Disturbance flows?
Will not th' opprest Sectarian think it hard
To be of Rights to Subjects due debar'd?
Will Arthur thus their Services reward?
Those who themselves and humane Nature know
Foresee the Mischiefs that from hence must flow.
Those whom unjust Severities provoke
Will struggle hard to break th' uneasy Yoke.
All will conspireas they Occasion find
To sink a Government to them unkind.
Whom States oppress they Enemys create
Whowhen they safely canexpress their Hate.
If Princes but a Party will protect
They on a narrow Base their Throne erect
And can't be more than Monarchs of a Sect.
Wise Princes who would lasting Peace create
And from all restless Bigots save the State
Should not on any side their Power engage
But guard the weaker from the Stronger's Rage.
No Fav'rite Party should their Sword employ
Thosewhom they cannot proseliteto destroy.
Wise Parents if their Sons for Power contest
Will no one aid to Ruin all the rest.
Monarchs who seek their own and Subjects Ease
Between contending Sects should keep the Peace.
All will obey when all Protection find
And Rev'rence Kings without Distinction kind.
Could greater NumberPoweror Splendor shew
What Churches are erroneouswhat are true
Yet peaceful Subjects have a just Pretence
To be secur'd from Force and Violence:
I still would guard Sectarians from the Awe
Of Courts of Justice and coercive Law.
This will to all the Government commend
And every Subject will be too a Friend.
Freely to speak my Sense in this Debate
The Way suggested to compose the State
By ceasing all Sectarians to protect
Because not justnor wiseI would reject.
I would perswade King Arthur to decree
And strait proclaim a gen'ral Amnesty.
This would the Rebels into Friends convert
And make the British Youth their Chiefs desert.
The Britons soon grow hotbut soon repent
They threaten highbut with soft Words relent.
Their Love to Liberty and ancient Laws
Oft turns to Jealousy without a Cause:
With whose impatient Flames they quickly burn
But to their Temper do as soon return.
Their Passions swellbut easily subside
Kind Looksand Words repress th' o'erflowing Tide.
The Rebels sure must dread King Arthur's Name
And think on their Ingratitude with Shame.
The common Men by specious Words misled
Begin the fatal Consequence to dread.
A general Pardon then to all declare
And you prevent the sad Effects of War.
He ceas'd and most applauded his Advice:
The British Monarchas an Angel wise
Who by his God-like Temper was inclin'd
To Pityand support opprest Mankind
With Olbar's and with Sefel's Language mov'd
Their Prudence and their Piety approv'd.
Mean time the Rebels at Cononium <blandx.htm>lay
And as their Head did Morogan obey
When they had heard that on the Regnian Strand
The pious King was safely come to Land.
Their Monarch's Presence some began to dread
And in their Breasts a secret Terror fed.
They trembled at his Armsand Warlike Fame
And seem'd already vanquish'd with his Name.
Some of a less ungrateful Mind begun
To think of all the Wonders he had done
And what his Arms had for Britannia won.
How to a Thousand various Dangershe
To save Britannia's State by Land and Sea
Midst Storms and more inexorable Foes
His sacred Life did freely oft expose.
What vast Herculean Toyl he underwent
Albion's impending Ruin to prevent.
What Patiencewhat amazing Fortitude
The God-like Man in endless Labour shew'd
Britannia's Peace and Freedom to restore
To raise her Gloryand extend her Power.
Many for this who dar'd in Arms appear
Mov'd by their Gratitudeor by their Fear
In numerous Bodys did the Camp forsake
And by Desertion left the Rebels weak.
They now their Levityand Folly mourn'd
And to their Houses and their Farms return'd.
Amongst the Rebels hence disorders grew
And great Distrust and Contests did ensue.
The Leaders saw they could no more depend
On their rash Troops their Treason to defend.
They found the British Youth would never stand
Against an Host where Arthur did Command.
Then Morogan perplex'd his Servants sent
To call the Chief Commanders to his Tent:
That they might all things prudently debate
That to th' Important Juncture did relate.
Straight to their Gen'rals high Pavilion came
The Chiefs of highest Trustand greatest Name.
To whom the General thus himself addrest
Britons you see the Zeal which some exprest
For Albion's Liberty is soon expir'd:
You seewhat Troops are from our Camp retir'd.
A fresh example herebrave Friendsyou see
Of the weak Vulgars Fear and Levity.
Speak what you think a prudent Man should do
Shall we desistor our Design pursue?
Then many Chiefs did various ways suggest
Which they believ'd in this Conjuncture best.
But while in sharp debate they did oppose
Each other's Counselgreat disturbance rose.
Then Adal who in Wisdom all the rest
And Eloquence excell'dhis Thoughts exprest.
Britons with great astonishment we see
The Wavering Crowd do's from our Banners flee.
The Vulgar we by this sad Instance find
As Seas unstablechanging as the Wind.
All our Affairs are now in such a State
As must oblige us to Capitulate.
With any Terms King Arthur will comply
That shall disarm a British Enemy.
His Heart is so on Foreign Conquest set
He'll easily what's done at home forget.
He would abroad be for a Hero shown
Nor cares at home to know or to be known.
To our Demands no doubt he'll soon assent
Domestic War and Tumults to prevent.
The Terms on which I'm willing to agree
Are first an Universal Amnesty.
That all who please may undisturb'd retreat
Or to their Cityor their Rural Seat.
And all who in the State have been employ'd
Shall keep the Places they before enjoy'd.
But all the Chiefs and Captains who declare
They'll serve King Arthur in his Foreign War
When they attend him to the Gallic Land
They in his Troops shall have the same Command.
He ceas'd. The rest fearing an ill Event
In loud Applauses gave a full Assent.
So when the Dogs that chase a timorous Hind
Which o'er the Lawns flys swifter than the Wind
Are at a faultand now enjoy no more
The cheerful Scent that lay so hot before:
If some Stanch Hound who rarely do's mistake
In great Esteem and Credit with the Pack
Opensto tell that he the Scent has found
The rest attending to the joyful sound
In his Experience and his Skill confide
And follow with full Cry their faithful Guide.
Then four Commanders from the rest they chose
In whom they all could Confidence repose.
Who to the Castle where King Arthur lay
To make this Overture strait took their way.
Where they arriv'd during the great debate
About the measures to compose the State.
Which endedthey admitted to the King
The Message told they had in Charge to bring.
The Pious Monarch who his Subjects lov'd
By tender Mercy and Compassion mov'd
To win the Rebels hearts did soon agree
To grant the Universal Amnesty.
Nor did he think it prudent to withstand
Those other Terms the Rebels did demand.
That he henceforth might undisturb'd pursue
His high design King Clotar to subdue.
That he his Forreign Conquests might repeat
And the Deliv'rance of the Gauls compleat.
For Crafty Adal wisely did suggest
That the chief Passion in King Arthur's breast
Was Liberty to Neustria to restore
And free the Christian Franks from Clotar's power.
The Messengers that from the Rebels went
Back to their Friends were by King Arthur sent.
Where they their Monarch's gracious Pardon read
As was agreedat every Squadron's head.
That donethe Chiefs did all their Troops disband
And from Seditious Uproar freed the Land.
Thus did Britannia's jarring Discord Cease
And in its place return'd Harmonious Peace.
So soon King Arthur's Fame and Presence quell'd
The Discontented Britons who Rebel'd.
As when a Heav'nly Angel comes to Chase
Infernal Fiends from some Inchanted Place.
Forthwith th' Inchantment's force is goneand Hell
No longer Aids the black Magician's Spell.
Th' Imaginary Castles disappear
The brazen Gates and Bulwarks melt to Air.
No Warriours more in Airy Armour stand
Griping prodigious Bucklers in their hand:
Phantastic Monsters are no longer seen
But all the Pageant Horrors quit the Scene.
The struggling Air throws off the Magic Chains
And strait appear sweet Meads and flowry Plains.
So all the Terrours which did Albion feare
At Arthur's Presence vanish'd into Air.
The Briton who with ardent Zeal did burn
Back to his Troops in Gallia to return.
Now all things for his Voyage did prepare
And to protect Britannia did declare
What Lords he did invest with Regal Power
In whom both Prince and People were Secure.
Olbar was first a mild and prudent Guide
Who o'er Britannia's Churches did preside.
Nor Care nor Pains th' Indulgent Pastor spar'd
Nor Vigilance his Flock to Feed and Guard.
His Erudition did their Reverence move
And his diffusive Charity their Love.
His Christian Temper oft Contention charm'd
And the hot Bigots of all Sects disarm'd.
And Candor which to all he did express.
He ever strove th' Erroneous to reduce
Who to the Church Obedience did refuse.
But he Employ'd to set their Judgments right
No Force but Reason's mild but powerful Light.
Resolv'd on Truth and not on Power to stand
He did the Lictors of the Church disband.
Arista was the next whom all Men prais'd
To Honour by distinguish'd Merit rais'd.
Such was his Justicesuch his Eloquence
So strong his Thoughtso solid was his Sense
So well his Wisdom was in Albion known
That all his Judgment prais'dto shew their own.
His universal Genius was refin'd
With Sciencesand Arts of every kind
All held with Ease in his capacious Mind.
In Arthur's Cause he did such Zeal declare
To serve the State such was his Toyl and Care
None his high Station did with Envy view
For all believ'd it to his Merit due.
He with his Wit could when he pleas'd surprise
But he supprest itchoosing to be Wise.
None better knew the Business of the State
Clear as the Dayand as the Night sedate.
Fav'rite and Patriot he the Secret knew
How both to Prince and People to be true.
He made their Intrests oneand shew'd the Way
To serve the firstand not the last betray.
Happy Britannia had in after Days
Thy Statesmen strove thy Glory thus to raise.
Had they not toyl'd with anxious Care and Sweat
To make themselvesand not their Country great.
Had they not Law and Right and Justice sold
And form'd their Judgments by inlight'ning Gold.
Hebar was next of noble Parents born
No Peer did more King Arthur's Count adorn
Nor Archimedes nor the Stagirite
Could boast a clearer intellectual Light.
For he th' extensive Power of Nature knew
Whose secret Springs lay open to his View.
She all her wondrous Skill to him disclos'd
And all the Myst'ry of her Work expos'd.
Great was his Genius as by Nature wrought
But 'twas by Art to such Perfection brought
By Contemplation and laborious Thought.
Tho NatureArt and painful Industry
To make th' accomplish'd Man did all agree
Yet was he humbleaffableand kind
The true Distinctions of a noble Mind.
All in a Statesman were amaz'd to see
Such spotless Honourand Integrity.
Courteous without betraying Vertue's Cause
Just to his Princebut not beyond the Laws.
He both to Church and State alike was true
And gave to Cæsar and to God their Due.
Canvallo next. The Land did not afford
To represent a King a fitter Lord.
No Peer did ever grace the British Court
With such a noble and Majestic Port.
Like Saul amidst the Hebrew Knights he stood
His Head and Shoulders rais'd above the Crowd.
And yet with no less Kindness Nature joyn'd
To such a graceful Frame an equal Mind.
The next was Galbut of illustrious Birth
Of perfect Honourand unrivall'd Worth.
Whose Vertues thro' the Isle assiduous Fame
Yet for the Task unequal did proclaim.
With these King Arthur Sakil did unite
Sakil the People's and the Court's Delight.
Arthur did envy'd Favour to him shew
As all wise Monarchs to the Muses do.
So the fam'd Conquerour of the spacious East
To the great Stagyrite his Love exprest
Augustus so the Roman Wit carest.
Danmonian was the lasta noble Lord
Bred in a Courtyet faithful to his Word.
All in his Honour might securely trust
To promise slowbut in Performance just.
His Words were full and pertinentbut few
For sparingly he spokebut always true.
None better knew the Art of Government
To guard the Stateand Dangers to prevent.
Skilful to lay a Masterly Design
And as expert the Foe to undermine.
These were the noble Lords King Arthur chose
In whom th' important Trust he might repose.
He did to these commit th' Imperial Power
Yet they with Pain the Weight of Empire bore
Which singly he with Ease sustain'd before.
Thus did the Hero Albion's State appease
And settled all things for its future Ease.
And now he wish'd himself on Neustria's Coast
Impatient to rejoyn the British Host.
Back to his Ships with eager Hast he flew
His glorious Undertaking to pursue.
The Prince of Hell finding his purpose crost
And all his hopes from Albion's Troubles lost
Thus to himself began all fir'd with Rage.
Against this Briton must we then engage
Our Arts in vainmust he our Force repel
And disappoint the deep Designs of Hell?
Must he continue to advance his Arms
And vex our Empire with his loud Alarms;
Hard FateInfernal Godsif this proud Wight
Must scape our Snaresand baffle all our might.
Still with Success have I the Sect pursu'd
Vanquish'd their Armysand their Towns subdu'd.
If Force and open Violence have fail'd
Discord and mighty Schism have still prevail'd.
Their strongest Bulwarks have I overthrown
Or by my Subjects Armsor by their own.
And shall this Briton thus my Power defeat
And force my Priests and Vot'rys to retreat
And fly from Town to Townfrom Seat to Seat?
If Aid I can't to high Lutetia bring
And guard her Towers against the British King
I must my Temples Abdicateand make
My fixt abode within th' Infernal Lake.
Did I exert such Strengthsuch Toyl sustain
T' invade this Worlddid I with wondrous pain
And wondrous Art beat out th' untrodden way
Till Earth I found and the Mild Coasts of Day?
From Hell's Abyss with mighty Force I sprung
And in the Stagnantgloomy Region hung;
Unbroken with my Flight and endless Care
With lab'ring Wings I beat the pondrous Air.
Without a glympse or ray of Light I past
The Realms of Nightand all the Stygian wast
Till I arriv'd upon the noisy Shore
Where the Tempestuous waves of Chaos roar:
With God-like Courage and with Looks unchang'd
I plung'd into the Deepand o'er the Desart rang'd.
Now soaring high I did the way explore
Now round I flewnow swept the bleaky Shore.
Undaunted I pursu'd my toilsom Flight
O'er horrid Wildsand lonesome Plains of Night;
Thro' dreadful TempestsWhirlwindsblustring War
Fierce Strifeand hostile Ragetill from afar
I did with wondrous Joy descry at last
Some Streaks of Lightwhich darted on the Wast;
Pale Beams that on the face of Chaos lay
The glim'ring Fragments of the Ruin'd Day.
Mounting this way I reach'd the lightsome Sky;
And saw the beauteous World before me ly.
The fresh Creation look'd all charming mild
And all the Flowry Face of Nature smil'd.
To me come newly from the Caves beneath
Thro' Smoke and Flamewhat an Ambrosial breath
What Odourssuch as Heav'nly Zephirs blow
From the sweet Mouth of th' Infant World did flow?
Charm'd with the Clime and ravish'd with the Air
To gain these Regions was my anxious Care.
And spite of Heav'n the mighty Deed was done
And from th' Allmighty this fair World I won.
Shall I so rich and sweet a Region quit
And see my Franks to Christian Arms submit?
If all the Artsand all the Power of Hell
Can stop his Coursethe Briton I'll repel.
Mean time upon his Adamantine Throne sate
That high amidst th' Etherial Region shone
Th' Eternal Satecollected in his Might
Girt with Omnipotenceand cloath' d with Light.
The Sons of God who serve his high Command
Adoring round the sacred Mount did stand:
AngelsArch-Angelsgreat Seraphic States
Heav'n's ViceroysGeneralsand great Potentates
Who o'er Terrestrial Provinces preside
And their respective Realmsand Empires guide
The mighty Princes of the spacious East
With Ganges <blandx.htm> Floodand fam'd Euphrates <blandx.htm>blest.
The Guardian Angels which for Parthia stand
Who rule soft Persia and th' Arabian Sand.
The Presidents of the vast Tract of Nile<blandx.htm>
Of Lybia and the Mauritanian<blandx.htm> Soil.
All the Protectors of the Sun-burnt Moor
From the Red Seato Guinea's<blandx.htm> Golden Shore.
And all th' Angelic Prefects who preside
O'er rich Europa and her Realms divide.
Who the wide Scythian Continent direct
And all the snowy Northern Isles protect.
While round the Throne these shining Orders wait
Their great Transactions humbly to relate.
Whelm'd over with unsufferable Light
With Wings display'd they screen their troubled Sight.
Hither a Thousand bright Expresses came
Envoys divineand Couriers wing'd with Flame
Return'd from distant Worlds to tell at large
Th' important Business which they had in Charge.
Hither repair'd ambitious Lucifer
And in the bright Assembly did appear;
Distinguish'd by his Form so much decay'd
And the deep Scars by vengeful Lightning made.
Like a torn Oak above the verdant Wood
Blasted from Heav'n the ruin'd Seraph stood;
Prepar'd the Just and Upright to arraign
And his black Charge with Slanders to maintain.
When the blest Seraphs had Narration made
How their Instructions they had all obey'd
What Revolutions they had caus'd below
What Kingdoms guarded from th' unequal Foe.
What Monarchs Lust of Empire they restrain'd
What Kings advanc'dwhat sinking States sustain'd.
What mighty Nations they had overthrown
By monstrous Crimes ripe for Destruction grown.
Then thus th' Allmighty from his lofty Throne
Which bright with uncreated Glory shone
To Satan spoke. Usurper of the Air
Whence dost thou come to these blest Seatsdeclare.
Th' Apostate thus return'd. I dayly rowl
From farthest East to West from Pole to Pole.
O'er Hills and Dales I passo'er Lands and Floods
O'er howling DesartsWildsand spacious Woods.
I cross the raging Seas from Isle to Isle
And fly from Realm to Realm with endless Toil
To learn the State of Empiresand to know
What busy Mortals say and do below.
O'er the Terrestrial Regions thus I roam
And now from wandring theream hither come.
Th' Eternal to th' Impostor thus reply'd:
In all thy tedious Journeys far and wide
Hast thou observ'd my Servant Arthur's Ways
That just and perfect Man who still obeys
With chearful Zeal and Pleasure my Command
And rules with equal Laws the British Land.
Whom I've anointedTyrants to destroy
And proud Oppressors who the World annoy.
To ease th' afflicted and relieve the poor
And banish'd Peace and Justice to restore.
Then Lucifer reply'd:
'Tis true King Arthur in the Field succeeds
And by his Arms atchieves Heroic Deeds.
His Zeal seems great to serve the Christian Cause
And his vast Labors have procur'd Applause.
But do's the pious Monarch serve for nought
And Vertue's Cause for Vertue's sake promote?
Is all this Zeal for pure Religion shown?
Do's he pursue Heav'n's Int'restor his own?
Do's not a steep insuperable Mound
Rais'd by thy Hand this Briton's Throne surround?
Fenc'd thus about he do's the Foe despise
Mocks all their Rageand all their Power defys.
Do not Seraphic Squadrons aid his Arms
And guard his Camp against the Foe's Alarms?
Do not the brightdivine Militia stand
Immortal Sabres flaming in their Hand
Around this Fav'rite Monarchto direct
His Conductand his Armys to protect?
Do's not the Angel of thy Presence lead
His Armys forthand his Battalions head?
'Tis known he still attends him in the Field
And do's his Head in the hot Battle shield.
He watches always with officious Care
To guard his Life from the sharp Edge of War.
He in the Front of Battle do's appear
And shakes against the Host his dreadful Spear.
He marches on before him to the Foe
Divides their Filesand lets this Favourite thro'.
No Wonder then he should such Laurels gain
And ride so oft triumphant o'er the slain.
That vanquish'd Nations should receive his Yoke
For those that him opposethy Wrath provoke.
In vain his Foes their hot Revenge pursue
He must prevailtill Heav'n they first subdue.
Tho various Deaths in horrid Shapes convey'd
On every side th' encircled King invade
Tho' Showers of Darts and glitt'ring Javelins fly
Hissinglike deadly Adders thro' the Sky:
Tho' o'er the bloody Field Destruction reigns
And loads with ghastly Heaps the slipp'ry Plains
Arthur encompass'd with Celestial Bands
As if a God invulnerable stands.
Those Heav'n defends from Danger are secure
And those it fights forare of Triumph sure.
King Arthur's Arms immortal Wreaths have won
By Power receiv'd from henceand not his own.
Th' admiring World profusely praise bestow
And worship Arthur as a God below.
In time they'll Altars to his Name erect
And ask his Aid their Kingdoms to protect.
No wonder then the Briton do's pretend
Such Zeal for Heav'nwhile Heav'n is such a Friend.
But let it now withdraw its aiding Hand
And like impartial Judges neutral stand:
Or let some unexpected Suff'ring prove
His fam'd Integrityand stedfast Love
And thou shalt find he'll curse thee to thy Face
And shew himself of Man's apostate Race.
Then did th' Allmighty thus replyto prove
King Arthur's PatienceFortitude and Love
To shew how much the mighty Man can bear
And how unjust these Accusations are
For twice seven Days thou mayst his Vertue try
Use all thy Arts to prove his Constancy.
For that determin'd Space he's in thy Power
His sacred Person only I secure.
The Prince of Darkness felt an inward Joy
From Heav'n's Permission Arthur to annoy.
Down thro' th' aeirial Void he swiftly flew
His deep Revenge and Malice to pursue:
In mighty Wrathknowing the time but short
He cameto make his terrible Effort.
So when in ancient Rome a furious Beast
With Hunger pinch'd was from his Den releast
A constant Christian Martyr to devour
Condemn'd by some Imperial Monster's Power
He roar'd and ran with open Jaws to tear
His Prey and pleas'd the bloody Theater.
Th' infernal Prince from Heav'n's Cerulean Top
Shot thro' the liquid Gulphnor did he stop
Till he had reach'd the thick inferiour Air
And saw beneath King Arthur's Ships appear.
In th' Atmosphear with level Wings he hung
And calld with such a thund'ring Voiceas rung
Thro' all the Skysand with its dreadful Sound
Shook all the Rocksand Shoresand Hills around.
His dusky Ministers who Storms prepare
And temper flaming Meteors in the Air
Who dress the Magazins of Hail and Rain
And whip wild Whirl winds round to vex the Main
The Engineers that in the troubled Skys
Recruit exhausted Clouds with fresh Supplys
These their great Leader's Summons did obey
And to receive his Orders hast away.
To whom thus Lucifer see yonder see
Amidst the Waves Hell's greatest Enemy.
Aerial Powers make hast at my Command
And beat th' Invader from the Gallic Land.
On his tall Ships a suddain Tempest pour
Sink himor beat him to Pomona's <blandx.htm>Shore.
Strait did the Fiends their Diligence employ
T' embroil the deepand Arthur to destroy.
The Seeds of Tempests that imprison'd lay
In hollow Cliffsand Caves remote from Day
The lab'ring Demons did aloft convey.
Now gathering Clouds the Day begins to drown
Their threat'ning Fronts thro' all th' Horizon frown.
Their swagg'ring Wombs low in the Air depend
Which struggling Flamesand imbred Thunder rend
The strongest Winds their Breath and Vigor prove
And thro' the Heav'ns th' unweildy Tempest shove.
O'ercharg'd with Stores and Heav'ns Artillery
They groan and pant and labour up the Sky.
Impending Ruin do's the Sailor scare
Rolling and wallowing thro' th' encumber'd Air.
Loud Thunderlivid Flamesand Stygian Night
Compounded Horrors all the Deep affright
Rent Clouds a medly of Destruction spout
And throw their dreadful Entrails round about.
Tempests of Fire and Cataracts of Rain
Unnatural Friendship make t'afflict the Main.
Prest by incumbent Storms the Billows rise
Climb o'er the Rocksand foam amidst the Skys.
Then falling lower than before they rose
The secret Horrors of the Deep disclose.
Pursu'd by conquering Winds they fly and roar
And crowd and headlong run against the Shore.
This Orb's wide Frame with this Convulsion shakes
Oft opens in the Stormand often cracks.
HorrorAmazement and Despair appear
In all the hideous Forms that Mortals fear.
Driv'n by the furious Winds the Ships were tost
On the rough Wavesnear wild Pomona's Coast.
Here the Pightlandian Gulph's impetuous Tyde
Do's cold Jerne <blandx.htm>from the Isles divide;
A dreadful Seawhere adverse Currents meet
And beat their clashing Heads to Foam and Sleet.
The roaring Billows back and forward rowl
And from the hollow Rocks Sea Monsters howl;
Monsters which from the North here rendezvous
And on this Coast their hideous Dwelling chuse.
Th' amazing Noise and Uproar from afar
Alike the Shepherds and the Seamen feare.
Sailers that once should these dire Terrors hear
Would Scylla <blandx.htm> mockand byCharybdis <blandx.htm> steer
And only Pictland <blandx.htm>Gulph hereafter fear.
Here Remora'sif Fame belief may gain
Ships under Sail with wondrous force detain
That thus becalm'd ev'n in a Storm remain.
Stronsa <blandx.htm> they pastwith such a furious Gale
As almost rent the Womb of every Sail.
They past the Landwhere on the rocky Coast
Agricola his Roman Navy lost
Misled by Pilots of Pomona's Isle
Who gave their Lives to save their Native Soil.
'Cause Rome ne'er thought in Northern Climes to find
A People braveand of a Roman Mind
Who could for Publick Good their own deny
And for their Countrylike her Decij dy.
While Winds and Waves and Tempests waging War
Vex'd all the Sea and troubled all the Air;
Indulgent Heav'n did the kind Aid afford
Which with their Prayers the Britons had implor'd.
A glorious Spirit from the Fields above
Descending with the swiftness of the Dove
Approach'd King Arthur with Celestial grace
And with Ambrosial Odour fill'd the Place.
Around his head a gentle Glory shone
And thus the beamy Minister begun:
The Powers of Hell their Angry Forces joyn
T' oppose your Armsand thwart your high Design.
These did the Seas with this fierce Storm embroil
To beat your Navy from Neustrasia's Soil.
Your Armsto try your Vertueare delay'd
So Heav'n permitsand Heav'n must be obey'd.
Knowby supream Command I now prepare
To chase the Demons that infest the Air
Down to their Prisonsthat the troubled Seas
May rest enjoyand the fierce Tempest cease.
And when the Morn shall spread with dawning Day
Her Purple Loomand shoot her early ray
You'll Thule <blandx.htm> andth' Orcadian Isles descry
Which scatter'd o'er the Ocean's bosom ly.
Then steer directly to Pomona's Shore
Where you will Terrors meet unknown before.
Fear not this Isle and Dangers yet untry'd
Heav'n you invokeand Heav'n will be your guide.
Knowthat the Prince of Hell has leave obtain'd
To prove your Constancyand now unchain'd
Th' Apostate with excessive Rage prepares
His fiery Tryalsand his various Snares.
That he in this great Combate may prevail
He'll bring the Pious Arthur to Assail
Prodigious Monsters all of dreadful Shape
From whom few Heros e'er did yet escape.
When you to Combate these shall take the Field
Assume your Heav'nly Sword and Heav'nly Shield.
Your Helm unpierc'd shall fiery Darts arrest
And your Celestial Plate protect your breast.
In these your Arms divinely wrought appear
And then no Monsterno Aggressor fear.
That with prodigious toil and sweatfor want
Of Food and Restyou grow not weak and faint;
This Balm which Heav'nly Gardens yeildreceive
Th' Ambrosial Odour will fresh Vigor give
Your drooping Spirits cheerand wasted Strength revive.
But when your Arms Hell's Terrors have repell'd
And with immortal praise fierce Monsters quell'd:
Your Chiefest Danger still remains behind
From a fair Foewho Murders while she's kind.
A fatal FoeFascinia is her name
Whose Triumphs Vanquish'd Kings and Chiefs proclaim.
You may not stay and Gazebut straitway fly
The Sight of this perfidious Enemy.
No Mortal Courage can abide the Fight
You Conquer when you're brave and bold in Flight.
All who contend fall by Fascinia's Charms
'Tis Fear must here protect younot your Arms.
Your diffidence the surest guard will yield
The Wise who run will only Win the Field.
He saidand strait the Seraph disappear'd
King Arthur with his Looks and Language cheer'd
Waiting th' appearance of approaching Day
Resolv'd the Heav'nly Vision to obey.
Th' Aerial Demons from the Seraph fly
Born off on rapid Whirlwinds from the Sky.
The Winds no more insult the flying Waves
But for repose retreat to Neighb'ring Caves.
The Sea subsidesand on its peaceful breast
Billows diffus'd dispose themselves to rest.
Now did the beauteous Morn serenely rise
And open'd with her Smiles the Eastern Skys.
The perfect Day ensu'dwhen midst the Seas
They had in view the clust'ring Orcades<blandx.htm>.
Direct to make Pomona's Isle they steer'd
Which near and easy of access appear'd.
Soon did the Britons see a peaceful Bay
To guard their Ships her spacious Arms display.
Where weary Billows did securely sleep
Withdrawn to shun the Tumults of the Deep.
Within the winding Shores they safely past
Took in their Sailsand all their Anchors cast.
A Chosen Band of Britons went on Shore
Who might Refreshments and Sufficient Store
Of fresh Provisions for the Navy gain
Worn with their mighty suff'rings on the Main.
Where many Nights and Days they had been lost
Before the Men descry'd Pomona's Coast.
Arthur in Person did the Men Command
Who from their Vessels leap'd out on the Strand
And boldly thence march'd up to view the Land.
When in the neighb'ring Mountains did appear.
Wild Swine and Goats and Herds of Fallow Deer.
Their fatal Arms did the wild Game pursue
And soon abundant Store there Weapons slew.
Then laden with their Spoil they turn'd their feet
And came rejoycing to th' expecting Fleet.
In foaming Caldrons some fat Venson boil'd
They Roasted someand some on Coals they broil'd.
Spread on the Shore they did themselves refresh
And prais'd the Swine and Deer's delicious Flesh.
When they had eat and drank with toil opprest
The Men dispos'd their weary Limbs to rest.
Soon as the tender Morn began to dawn
King Arthur for Devotion was withdrawn.
While he his humble Prayers was offering up
To Heav'n upon a Neighb'ring Mountain's top
The Prince of Darkness caught him up on high
And bore th' undaunted Hero thro' the Sky
But near a Mountain in a lonesom wast
Swiftly alightinghe the Briton plac't.
A mighty Dragon came down from the Hill
Whose hideous Crys did all the Valley fill.
The monstrous Beast was of prodigious size
Smoak from his Nostrils brokeFire from his Eyes.
His odious Feet resembled Harpys Claws
And the fierce Crocadile's his bloody Jaws.
Which when expanded did three murth'ring Rows
Of Teeth his native Armory disclose.
His Wings spread out o'ershadow'd all the Air
Wide as the broadest Sails in Ships of War.
Hard scaly Armour to his Body grew
For Ornament and for Protection too.
Along he drew his mighty poisonous train
Like crooked Rivers sliding thro' a plain.
As on the ground the turgid Volumes rol'd
They all their Speckled Terrors did unfold.
On did the vastvoracious Monster come
With dreadful noisedenouncing Arthur's Doom.
Sometimes like heavy Bustards rais'd with pain
He flewand sometimes ran upon the Plain.
Sometimes employing Feet and Pinions too
The Dragon both together ran and flew.
The Beast with horrid noise advancing near
Th' undaunted Briton pois'd his massy Spear
Which strait projected with prodigious Might
From his strong Arm took his auspicious Flight.
Dragon and Spear against each other hist
Nor could the Beast this stress of Death resist.
For while he yawn'd and belch'd out dreadful Flames
Amidst the Air in long impetuous Streams
Down his wide throat the Spear its passage made
And buried deep within his Stomach staid.
Down fell the wounded Beast with mighty sound
Shook all the Plainthe Woodsand Hills around
And beat his quivering Wings upon the ground.
A Sea of loathsome Gore resembling Blood
Sprung from his Throatand o'er the Region flow'd.
Then did the raging Prince of Darkness bear
Aloft the Conquering Briton thro' the Air.
But set him down amidst a shady Wood
Which in a wildamazing Desart stood.
Where only ancient Pinesand baleful Yew
Unwholsome Boxand mournful Cypress grew.
The noxious Glebe did nothing else produce
But poisonous Flowersand Herbs of Magic use.
Bald ToadstoolsHenbaneNightshadeHemlock here
Abundant choice of Mischiefdid appear.
The Birds obscene which love the Shades of Night
Frightful to hearand odious to the Sight
OwlsRavensBatsand all th' ill-boding Race
Increast the Horrors of the dismal place.
So black the Shadeso thick the stagnant Air
That no reviving Sunbeams enter'd there.
Nothing but here and there a straggling Ray
Which lost it self in wandring from the Day.
Which serv'd not to Refreshbut to affright
Not to Dispelbut to Disclose the Night.
Within the midst an antient Castle stood
Encompass'd with a Mote of reeking Blood.
Wherein a dreadful Monster did reside
Who all th' attempts of humane Force defy'd:
A Cruel Tyrantof Infernal Shape
Whom nonewho Fear her furycan escape.
Viperslike those in Stygian Caverns found
Swoln with black Goreher meagre Temples crown'd.
Her ghastly Eyes were sunk within her head
And Death-like Paleness did her Cheeks o'erspred.
Her longlank Breasts she o'er her Shoulders flung
Or to her Wast the loathsom Burden hung.
Her shapeless Form no Words have force to tell
Black as the Nightand Horrible as Hell.
The Monsters which Sicilia's Seas defame
If this appear'dwould gentle seem and tame.
She brandish'd in her hand a poison'd Dart
Which Strikes desponding Mortals to the Heart.
Fast in the festring wound the Weapon rests
And tears with pain their miserable Breasts.
For death in vain the tortur'd Wretches cry
Still do they Livebut still they Live to Dy.
None but the Brave conscious of Vertuous Deeds;
Whose Courage from their Innocence proceeds
Are able to withstand her dreadful Power
The rest the Monster do's with Ease devour.
No sooner in th' enchanted Wood appear'd
Britannia's Pious Kingbut straight he heard
The saddest Accentsdeep despairing Sighs
Bitter Complaintsand loud amazing Crys
Promiscuous Howlingslamentable Moans
Outrageous Sorrowand redoubled Groans.
Clashing of Whipshissings of mighty Snakes
Clancking of Chainsand noise of tort'ring Racks.
Yellings of raging Furysand the cry
Of Men in dreadful Torments rend the Sky.
Then thro' the Air Flashes of Light'ning past
And flaming Firebrands at his head were cast.
Dragons of Fire flew swiftly thro' the Air
And ruddy Meteors shook their blazing Hair.
Then murd'ring Ruffians leap'd out from the Wood
And grasping bloody Daggers threat'ning stood.
Hell-hounds of hideous Formsand dreadful Claws
Ran roaring on him with their open Jaws.
Pale shiv'ring Ghosts past groaning bya sight
Which humane Nature cannot but affright.
These various Horrors did he see and hear
Yet stood unmov'dand ignorant of Fear.
The Prince of Darkness all enrag'd to see
The pious King's unshaken Constancy.
To see him midst such Terrors fearless stand
Grasping his Heavenly Buckler in his Hand;
Wherewith the Hero did with Ease repel
The Rage of all th' united Powers of Hell;
Invited dire Anelpis to his Aid
Of whom both Men and Angels are afraid.
Aloud th' Apostate call'dand at his Cry
The Castle's Brazen Gates did open fly.
The Draw-bridge all with Plates of Iron wrought
Fell downand lay across the Bloody Moat.
When from the Castle Gates a hideous Rout
With mighty Noise and Outcrys issued out.
The Marks and all the ghastly Shapes of Fear
In their distracted Faces did appear.
Consummate Horror all their Looks possest
And Consternation not to be exprest.
They beat their Breastand tortur'd with Despair
Tore from their Heads their stiff erected Hair.
Torrents of Tears they pour'd out from their Eyes
And fill'd the ecchoing Wood with dismal Crys.
Then next the Hellish Fury came in Sight
And call'd forth all her Terrors to affright.
She shook her Vipersand aloud she roar'd
Than Death more crueland as Hell abhorr'd.
With horrid Port the meagre Monster strode
Poising her poison'd Dart all stain'd with Blood.
Up to the King she march'd with furious Hast
And at his Breast her dreadful Dart she cast.
Off from his temper'd Shield the Weapon glanc'd
The King with God-like Courage strait advanc'd
And brandishing his Fauchion in the Air
T' attack the grisly Fury did prepare.
Who straitway fled with all her odious Train
And in a Moment did her Castle gain.
For she the timorous only can devour
But flys the brave who dare resist her Power.
With Spite and Rage th' Infernal Monarch swell'd
When he the Britons glorious Deed beheld.
Then thus he to himself. Still my Design
My Vengeance still this Briton do's decline
He all my chosen Ministers defeats
And even Anelpis from his Arms retreats.
Yet still I'll tryunwearied I'll pursue
I will molest him if I can't subdue.
This mighty Favourite of Heav'n shall find
That I have Snares and Dangers yet behind
Milder in showbut of more fatal Kind.
I'll change my Arms and Method of Attack
Conquer by Wiles whom Danger cannot shake.
In the South Corner of Pomona's Isle
Blest with a temperate Air and fertile Soil.
On the sweet Margin of a Crystal Flood
Within a flowry Vale a Palace stood
Adorn'd with Turrets of Stupendious height
With Walks and Gardens ravishing to Sight.
Here did Fascinia with her wanton train
In unmolested Peace and Pleasure reign.
Her Form was lovelyand amazing fair
Her Looks so sweetso tender was her Air
That such soft charmssuch an alluring grace
Besides her own adorn'd no Mortal Face.
A thousand Gracesand a thousand Joys
Smil'd in her Cheeks and danc'd within her Eyes.
Where sate Victorious Love with Triumph crown'd
His Conquering Arms and Trophys spread around.
From these bright Magazins to Vanquish Hearts
He drew his keenest flamesand all his surest Darts.
Great Heros who Immortal Fame pursu'd
Citys reduc'dand mighty Kings subdu'd
Have at this Conqueror's Feet laid down their Arms
Pleas'd to be vanquish'd by her gentle Charms.
The LillyJesmineViolet and Rose
Mingling their various Beautys did compose
The Flowry Garland which encompass'd round
Her softer Hairand fairer Temples crown'd.
Her Amber Locks loose on her Shoulders lay
Whither lascivious Zephyrs came to play.
With sporting Wings they rais'd them upthen all
Flew offaud let their Golden Burden fall.
Her Silken Garments which with careless grace
Her beauteous Limbs and Body did embrace
Did thro' the Air a rich Perfume diffuse
Such as Arabia's balmy Woods produce.
And yet beneath the speciousfair disguise
Of tender Wordsand soft enticing Eyes
The treach'rous Sorceress within her Mind
Conceal'd the deepest Hate to Humane Kind.
She all the Herbs and potent Juices knew
Which on Pomona's Hills in Plenty grew;
These with infernal Art she could dispence
And Mixtures Form of wondrous Influence.
These Magic Draughts the fair Enchantress gave
To all whom first her Beauty did enslave.
Various the skillful Dispensations were
Which she for various Uses did prepare.
As soon as some had drank th' infectious Bowl
They Wolves becameand strait began to howl.
Some did the Form of wanton Goats acquire
Some Swine becameand straitway sought the Mire.
Some with the Herds did thro' the Forrests pass
And like Assyria's <blandx.htm>Monarch fed on Grass.
Some as from Humane Shape they did decline
Up to the Wast were Goatsand after Swine.
Some half transform'd compos'd a monstrous Herd
Where one half Manand one half Beast appear'd.
Many Fascinia with amazing Art
Changing their Sex to Women did convert.
The Sorc'ress these anointed with an Oyl
Of wondrous Force brought from Campania's<blandx.htm> Soil:
Then by her Servants they were all convey'd
To a warm Bath with strong Decoctions made
Of Porna which without the Gard'ners Toil
A Native grew thro' all Pomona's Isle.
When she had bath'd them for a certain Space
She then remov'd the Captives from the Place
And laid them softly on a downy Bed
With LillysPoppysand fresh Roses spread.
Then while she touch'd her Lute's enchanting String
And with a charming Voice began to sing
Sweet Slumber strait their Eyelids gently prest
And on their Bed they lay dissolv'd in Rest.
Mean time their Transformation did ensue
Their vig'rous Bodys smooth and slender grew;
Their Limbs their Force did by degrees abate
And by degrees turn'd fair and delicate.
Their Nerves grew slacktheir Skinas Lillyswhite
Soft to the Touchand easy to the Sight.
From their fair Chins dropt off their Manly Beard
And on their smiling Lips a lovely Red appear'd.
For mild and tender Lookstheir changing Face
Put off its boldits stern and martial Grace.
Their Shape all o'er discover'd Female Charms
And all the Distaff soughtinstead of Arms.
These in Fascinia's Court did still remain
And furnish'd out her soft lascivious Train.
Monarchs and warlike Chiefs who hither came
Drawn by her charming Beautyand her Fame
In mighty Numbers did her Palace fill
Their Sex first chang'd by her prodigious Skill.
Straitway the Prince of Hell on Wings display'd
To this sweet Seat the British King convey'd.
And set him down amidst the balmy Bowers
With od'rous Herbs adorn'dand fresh blown Flowers.
Wherein appear'd on Iv'ry Tables set
Rich garnish'd Dishes of delicious Meat.
Choice Fruits in great Profusion lay around
And with their Golden Heaps the Tables crown'd.
Plenty of Wine was plac'd; no nobler Juice
Ausonia's Hills or fertile Greece produce.
Music exceeding that of tuneful Sphears
With soft harmonious Airs engag'd his Ears.
Hither Fascinia with her Train to eat
Now from her gilded Palace did retreat.
HerLucifer had form'd and taught with Care
How best the British Monarch to ensnare.
Telling that this would raise her Glory more
Than all the Triumphs she had won before.
Soon as she saw the Hero stand in Arms
She smil'dand call'd forth all her conq'ring Charms.
Advancing nearthe lovely Sorceress
Did these soft Words to Britain's King address.
Tho you great Monarch are a Stranger here
Your Fame is notyour Person's therefore dear.
Faint with your Toil with Victorys opprest
Accept reviving Meatsand Wine and Rest.
Make hastand your exhausted Strength recruit
Conquest you've gain'dand now enjoy the Fruit.
Without Refreshmentand a due Repair
Your mighty Limbs will failyour Vigor wear.
Your martial Genius for a time unbend
Some easy Hours in soft Enjoyment spend.
Dangers you've born now tast these peaceful Joys
Divert your self with Pleasure's charming Voice.
In this Retirement while you please to stay
All my Attendants shall your Will obey
And I my self will own your soveraign Sway.
Here we'll advance the Name of Albion's King
And in soft Peace your Wars and Triumphs sing.
Then you again shall Martial Fame pursue
And in the warlike Field your mighty Deeds renew.
She ceas'd. And from her fair enchanting Eyes
Shot Showers of Conqu'ring Darts to gain the Prize.
The British Monarch view'd her beauteous Face
Her tender Shapesoft Airand every Grace.
Speechless the Hero and astonish'd stood
And found an unknown Temper in his Blood.
A painful Pleasure seiz'd his beating Heart
And in his Breast he felt and lov'd the Smart.
The wand'ring Flame creeps thro' his wounded Veins
And all the Springs of Life the soft Contagion gains.
He ne'er before met such a potent Foe
Nor did he e'er such Danger undergo.
At last the Briton fir'd with Lovereply'd
Amidst such Charms who would not still abide?
Happy the Kingshappy the Conquerours are
Who after all their Warlike Toil can share
The Smiles of one who's so divinely Fair.
Then to the Bower she led him by the hand
And strait to fill out Wine she gave Command.
She drank the Wine offand of Conquest sure
Bid them a second Bowl for Arthur pour.
But when the Briton took the fatal drink
And stood upon the Precipice's brink
At last he recollected in his Mind
How strictly he had been from Heav'n Enjoyn'd
In fair Fascinia's Presence not to stay
But from her fatal Arms to break away.
In hast the Monarch roseresolv'd to fly
Th' Enchanted Placethe Lovely Enemy
Perceiving Arthur's great and brave intent
Fell on her Knees his Purpose to prevent.
She with her Arms his Martial Legs embrac'd
And in the snowy Fetters held him fast.
With Tears and Prayers and every moving Art
She labour'd to confirm his wav'ring Heart.
The Pious Monarch undetermin'd stood
And felt Alternate tydes Command his blood.
He would not Heav'n's high order disobey
Nor had the Power or Will to break away.
Thus he a while maintain'd a doubtful Field
And tho' he did not Conquerdid not yield.
Mean time great Gabriel watchful of his Care
To give him Aid to break the fatal Snare
Cloath' d in white Air appear'dand with a Cry
Which shew'd the Monarch's Danger bid him fly.
If thou he said wilt Life and Honour save
If thou wouldst prove above all others brave
No longer with this fair Enchantress stay
Come onand follow where I lead the Way.
The Briton rous'd with this divine Alarm
Felt now a nobler Flame his Bosom warm.
Upon the Ground the fatal Bowl he threw
And from the fair Fascinia's Presence flew
Who with her earnest Crys did long pursue.
The Gates flew open with obsequious Hast
Thro' which the Seraph and King Arthur past.
Now in th' Aerial Realms had Light and Shade
Twice seven alternate Revolutions made;
When Lucifer's Commission was expir'd
Who from the Briton all enrag'd retir'd.
Him his great Guardian Gabriel did convey
Down to the Coasts where then the Britons lay.
Gravellan faithful Lucius and the rest
For their great Leader's Absence sore distrest
From Place to Placewith Care and anxious Thought
In vain their Prince thro' all Pomona sought
They rang'd o'er Hill and Daleand all around
The Woods and Caves did with their Crys resound.
At last o'erwhelm'd with Sorrow and Despair
They to the Coast from whence they came repair;
There to debate what Measures they should take
If they should ceaseor fresh Enquiry make.
Mean time the King amidst his Friends arriv'd
Whose Presence their desponding Minds reviv'd.
With Wonder they beheld the Hero's Face
And did with Tears of Joy his Feet embrace.
But when th' excessive Passion did abate
The King at large did to his Friends relate
What Dangers in his Absence him befel
And how by Aids divine he did repel
All the confed'rate Force and Frauds of Hell.
The mighty Triumphs by the Hero gain'd
His Patienceand the Labors he sustain'd
In various Combatesall his Friends amaz'd
Who fixt with Admiration on him gaz'd.
With Joy transported all congratulate
His mighty Conquests and his prosp'rous Fate.
Some did to Heav'n his wondrous Patience raise
Some did his Couragesome his Goodness praise.
And all the Soveraign of the World ador'd
Who to the Britons had their Prince restor'd.
Whose powerful Hand assisted his Escape
From Dangers of such Formidable Shape.
Then Meat and Wine they did prepare in hast
Which now the Britons could with Pleasure tast.
Refresh'd with Food the pious King arose
And went his weary Members to repose.
But first declar'd that when the dawning Day
From the cold Air should chase the Shades away
He would embark to make Neustrasia's Coast
To lead against the Franks the British Host.
These things befel the King since Gallia's Soil
He left to calm Brittannia's troubled Isle.
Mean time in Gallia when their Monarch found
Himself recover'd from his painful Wound
He with his greatest Lords in Council sate
About the Means to save the Gallic State.
Then thus the haughty Prince his Chiefs bespoke
Our Foes who would on Gaul impose their Yoke
Are now expos'd to your avenging stroke.
Arthur's withdrawn Britannia to compose
From whom his Army's Confidence arose.
His CourageConductMilitary Fame
Kindled within their Breasts a Martial Flame.
His Presence made them obstinate in Fight
Eager of Conquestand asham'd of Flight.
But since the Soul that mov'd their Troops is gone
Leaving this Kingdom to secure his own
Let us employ this favourable Hour
To free our Country from the British Power.
Let us advance our Ensigns valiant Franks
T'attack the Foe encamp'd on Esia's Banks.
We shall a weak desponding Host assail
And of a glorious Conquest cannot fail.
He ceas'dand all his Captains did reveal
To storm the British Camp a cheerful Zeal.
Forthwith their Monarch's orders to pursue
The Generals rose and to their Posts withdrew.
Soon as Aurora with her Rosy Light
Had streak'd the gloomy Bosom of the Night;
The Monarch rose and Eager of the War
For bloody Labour did himself prepare.
His Armour and his Arms his Servants brought
All temper'd Plate by famous Masters wrought.
His ample Shield was all of Burnish'd Gold
Dreadful indeedbut Glorious to behold.
He lac'd his dazling Helm around his Head
Which thro' the Air did keen Reflection spread.
His massy Sword he girded to his Wast
And his strong Thighs in beaten Gold encas'd.
His Breast and Back in noble Armour shone
In Battle by excessive Splendor known.
Then in his hand two pondrous Spears he took
And round him cast a Stern and Haughty Look.
On to the Field he led his Warlike Franks
And drew forth on the Plain th' embattled Ranks.
The Steeds with raging Hoofs the ground did tear
And Chariots with their Thunder fill'd the Air.
The Troops advancing o'er the Hills did Choak
The Concave of the Sky with Dust and Smoke.
Thro' which their Armours glancing Lustre show'd
Like radiant Sunbeams breaking thro' a Cloud.
The deep Brigades compos'd an endless Throng
And with an awful Slowness march'd along.
Drawn out in Order they display'd from far
The sullen Pompand the rough Looks of War.
As when short Days and cold Autumnal Air
To some new Seat warn Swallows to repair
The chatt'ring Race do's round their Leaders fly
And at their Summons rendezvous on high
And with their Numbers darken all the Sky.
So thick the Franks did on their March appear
So black and wide their Frontso long their Rear.
Mean time the Scouts and Outguards did alarm
The British Youthand made the Captains arm.
Who didas order'din their Camp remain
Not to attack the Foebut to sustain.
Wise Solmar plaid a wary Gen'ral's Part
Guarding the Camp by all the Rules of Art.
He in Battalia rang'd his valiant Host
And did his Squadronsas a Masterpost
Where no Advantage of the Ground was lost.
No prudent Measures did the Chief neglect
Their Lines against th' Invader to protect.
The chearful Captains to their Charge repair
Each takes his Postand waits th' advancing War.
The British Youth in Arms the Franks attend
Bravely resolv'd each other to defend.
Solmar within the Army's Center stands
As most convenient to dispence Commands.
The left Wing Talmar did as Gen'ral sway
The right the valiant Clovis did obey.
Now at a distance did the marching Foes
Their numerous Army's Warlike Front disclose.
Bright Jav'linsSabresbrazen Backsand Breasts
Gauntletscontiguous Helmetsburnish'd Crests
Long glitt'ring Spearsbroad Fauchionstemper'd Shie
Spread with illustrious Horror all the Fields.
In his bright Arms King Clotar did advance
Before his Troopsand shook his threat'ning Lance.
The haughty Warriour strait began the Fight
And furiously attack'd the Briton's Right.
With mighty Clamour and insulting Shouts
The Gallic Squadrons storm th' advanc'd Redoubts.
The noble Clovis all their Force sustains
Unmov'dundaunted he his Ground maintains.
Fearless of Death he on the Rampart stands
Dispensing to his Troops sedate Commands.
Projected Stones in Rocky Tempests fly
And Showers of Arrows fill the troubled Sky.
Their brawny Arms destructive Javelins throw
And glitt'ring Darts on deadly Errands go.
Some to oblige the Britons to retire
Hurl on them smoking Brandsand Storms of Fire.
The Briton stands the flaming Chargeand pours
Down in Exchange vast Stones in craggy Showers.
Which with the slaughter'd Heaps the Trenches fill
And the bold Foe at once entomb and kill.
A leafless Wood of tall erected Spears
O'erspreading all the spacious Field appears
As thick and closeas the young tender Trees
Shoot up their Heads in thriving Nurserys.
Undaunted they the lofty Bulwarks scale
And with their Sword in Hand the Foe assail.
But by the valiant Britons beaten back
With mighty Slaughter they forsook th' Attack.
Then with fresh Force the Britons to invade
Valiant Olcanor brought his bold Brigade.
All valiant Men inur'd to Arms and Blood
Bred on the Banks of Liger's Silver Flood.
The mighty Chief mounts upand on the Lines
Waving his Sword in noble Armour shines.
Rollo advanc'd to beat him from his Post
And to regain the Ground their Men had lost:
But with his utmost Force his furious Foe
On his bright Crest dealt such a dreadful Blow
That Rollo stagg'ring in a dizzy Swoon
Fell down upon his Kneesand prest the Ground:
He lean'd upon his Buckler with his Hand
Yet scarcely so his swimming Head sustain'd.
Then brandishing his Fauchion in the Air
The fatal Stroke the Conq'rour did prepare:
When mighty Oloron the Neustrian Chief
All fir'd with Rage flew to his Friend's Relief.
He interpos'd his generous Armsand took
Upon his ringing Shield the falling Stroke.
The Neustrian Lord ran inand round his Wast
With his strong Arms he hugg'd and grip'd him fast:
Then from the Ground he rais'd the Warriour up
And hurl'd him headlong from the Rampart's Top.
Off from the high rais'd Works the mighty Gaul
Fell downand shook the Vally with his Fall.
So vast Enceladus as Poets tell
Gigantic Ruinfrom the Mountains fell
By which he seal'd th' Imperial Seat of Jove
Struck down by vengeful Thunder from above.
Brave Miran next warm with his Youthful Flame
Up to the Charge with his Battalion's came.
To mount the Lines he straitway gave Command
But would himself be foremost of the Band.
Vebba observing brought a mighty Stone
And from the high Entrenchment roll'd it down
It took the noble Warriour in his Way
And both within the Trenches buried lay.
Rosan advanc'dRomulian's learned Son
Who midst the Bards had many Laurels won
And now to martial Glory did aspire;
He climb'd the Works urg'd with a noble Fire:
With his right Hand he did his Fauchion weild
And with his left he held his spacious Shield.
Up to the high Entrenchment's brow he rose
Amidst the thickest Dartsand thickest Foes.
He with his Spear Radan and Tabal slew
And down the Works Lanvallo headlong threw.
Coril the valiant Durotrigian Knight
Bravely advanc'dand undertook the Fight.
The undaunted Frank stept forth to meet the Foe
And aiming at his Breast a mortal Blow
To give his Javelin Force stretcht every Vein
Did all his Nervesand brawny Muscles strain.
The Briton's Shield receiv'd th' impetuous Stroke
Which in the second Fold its Fury broke.
Then with a mighty Force the Briton cast
His massy Spearwhich thro' the Buckler past
And pierc'd the Frank between the Hip and Wast.
Down to the Ground he cameand endless Night
Swam o'er his Eyesand choak'd their vital Light.
Then to the Charge renown'd Olando flew
Which mounting up Capellan's Javelin slew.
With such a Vigor was the Weapon thrown
It pierc'd his Buckler crash'd his Collar Bone
And enter'd deep within the Warriour's Chest
Who fell with all the Pangs of Death opprest
And rolling down from the high Ramparts Brow
Increast the Deadthat lay in Heaps below.
Now ghastly Ruin and Destruction reign
And scatter'd Spoils o'erspread the bloody Plain.
The Noise of raging Cohortshorrid Crys
And Groans of dying Men afflict the Skys.
O'er Shields and Helms down the steep Rampart flow'd
Torrentsand Crimson Cataracts of Blood
That fill'd the Trenches with a dismal Flood.
In vain the Franks their fierce Assault repeat
Vanquish'd with mighty Loss they still retreat.
King Clotar's Soul was gaul'dand all on fire
To see his Legions from th' Attack retire.
He flew along the Lines to take a View
Where he th' Assault might with Success renew.
That done he drew his Forces from the Right
And on the Left began a second Fight.
Now did the King his fresh Battalions pour
Upon the Place he judg'd the least secure.
Great Oromel did at his Lords Command
Lead on the Troops his Sabre in his Hand.
Thick Clouds of glitt'ring Darts and Spears they send
To break the Troops that did the Lines defend.
The Britons to repel th' invading Foe
Hurl mighty Stonesand Showers of Javelins throw.
Those bravely stormand these as well defend
And missive Arms in bloody Contest spend.
While they with mutual Wounds each other gall
On this and that side mighty Numbers fall.
But Oromel shaking his trembling Lance
Commands his bold Battalions to advance.
He mounted up the Worksand with his Spear
His Passage thro' the thickest Ranks did clear.
Dispensing Death upon the Lines he stood
With Brains bespatter'dand deform'd with Blood.
In vain the Britons did the Frank invade
Who all around him vast Destruction made.
Nor glitt'ring Dartsnor Stonesnor Smokenor Fire
Could damp the Chiefand force him to retire.
His fatal Fauchion first Glendoran felt
Fam'd for his Armsand rich embroider'd Belt.
The dreadful Weapon did his Arm divide
And not yet cloy'd went deep into his Side.
He fell upon the Ground and endless Night
Lay on his Eyes to interrupt the Light.
Balandor next a noble Neustrian Lord
Felt in his bleeding Veins the Conquerour's Sword.
Down on the Neck it fell with horrid Sway
And forc'd quite thro' the sever'd Joynt its Way.
Strait Crimson Jets sprang up from every Vein
The gasping Head leap'd offand bounded on the Plain.
Then Ridar Arabanand many more
Slain by the Frank lay weltring in their Gore.
Othar mean while his furious Javelin threw
Which aim'd at Milo on its Message flew.
It pass'd his Bucklerand the painful Point
Wounded his Kneeand enter'd far the Joynt.
Back to the Rear off from the fierce Attack
Strong Sebul bore him on his brawny Back.
Then Asdran cast his Dart with wondrous Force
The glitt'ring Death with an impetuous Course
Against young Trebor's Helmet flew direct
Which now no longer could his Head protect:
The Dart his ample Forehead struckand full
Between his thick-black Eyebrows pierc'd his Skull.
It reach'd the inmost Marrow of the Brain
Where we perceive our Pleasuresand our Pain.
There where the Soul upon her Throne abides
And from our Sight conceal'd her Empire guides:
Do's various Orders various Tasks dispence
To all th' inferiour Ministers of Sence.
Now suddain Death do's her high Seat invade
And spreads the Courts of Life with horrid Shade.
A fatal Dart which strong Odallon cast
Pierc'd Modar's Shield and thro' his Temples past:
Extended on the Ground the Hero lay
His Eyeballs struggling with departing Day.
A massy Spear which Orbal's Arm convey'd
Past half its Length thro' Kirton's Shoulder Blade
And on the Dust th' expiring Captain laid.
A pondrous Stone crush'd Cadel's brawny Thigh
Which made the Chief in raging Anguish ly;
But then a second struck him in the Breast
And of its painful Prison Life releast.
When noble Talmar saw what Numbers fell
By the Victorious Sword of Oromel;
And how his wavering Friends began to yield
Prest by the furious Frank the bloody Field:
Up to the Charge he came resolv'd to chase
Th' Invader backor dy upon the Place.
Against the Frank his massy Spear he hurl'd
Which had dispatch'd him to th' infernal World
Had it not glancing from his Buckler flew
And by an erring Wound Somellan slew.
Then Oromel advancing to the Fight
Threw his long Weapon with prodigious Might.
Th' impetuous Spear cut swiftly thro' the Sky
And thro' his Buckler raz'd the Briton's Thigh.
A Purple Stream spun from the painful Wound
And striving thro' his Armour stain'd the Ground.
Talmar enrag'd both with the Shame and Smart
Cast at th' insulting Foe his second Dart.
A prosp'rous Flight the vengeful Weapon took
The Buckler pierc'dand thro' the Cuitass broke:
Thro' the left Side it made its Way between
The Border of the Midriff and the Spleen.
The Warriour fainting with the fatal Wound
Dropt his bright Armsand fell upon the Ground.
Cold Death congeal'd his Blood within his Veins
And clos'd his Eyeswith everlasting Chains.
Then did the Conq'rour with his Arms attack
The thickest Foesand forc'd their Legions back.
Across the Lines he did his Troops pursue
And as they fled prodigious Numbers slew.
The thin Remains forsook th' unequal Fight
And sav'd themselves by ignominious Flight.
As when loud Western Winds arrive from far
Upon Batavia's Coast to levy War:
The roaring Sea draws down its threatning Troops
To storm the Frontierwhich its Progress stops.
The foaming Filesand all the watry Ranks
Rush on to Battleand insult the Banks.
But they contend to force their Way in vain
The Digues unshaken all their Force sustain.
The wearied Sea murmurs at these Defeats
Draws off its broken Billowsand retreats.
Soon as King Clotar saw his Men retir'd
With Rageand Shameand Indignation fir'd
He drew up fresh Brigades against the Right
Resolv'd to try his Fate again in Fight.
Advance your Ensigns to the Franks he cry'd
And show your Valour oft in Battel try'd.
For Gallia's Glory often you have fought
And from the Field triumphant Laurels brought.
Now to protect her Towns and Altars show
Your fearless Armsand here invade the Foe.
Here let us force their Linesand make our Way
When well resolv'd no Works your Course can stay.
Then lifting high his Shield to guard his Head
He up the Lines his furious Cohorts led.
With double Rage they did the Works invade
And with loud Shouts a vig'rous Onset made.
By various Ways th' undaunted Briton strove
The Foe that press'd so boldly to remove.
Some Spearssome Dartssome iron Wedges threw
Here flaming Firebrandshere bright Javelins flew
And here vast Stones the fierce Invader slew.
Here to oppress their Sight hot Embers fell
Here Pots with horrid Stench annoy'd their Smell.
Great Numbers perish'd in the bold Attack
Such stout Resistance did the Britons make.
Ormansel by a craggy Stone was slain
Which from his broken Skull dash'd out his Brain.
Bortran a Chief brave and expert in Fight
By a projected Firebrand lost his Sight.
An iron Wedge struck strong Raymundo dead
Beating his Helmet deep into his Head.
Valiant Mansellan cast his furious Dart
Which thro' stout Thedon's Shield transfixt his Heart.
BloodBrainsand Limbs did the high Lines distain
And all around lay squallid Heaps of slain.
The dreadful Roar did all the Region scare
Which issu'd from the brazen Throat of War.
Horrid Confusionlamentable Moans
Clashing of Arms and dying Warriours Groans
Amazing Clamoursand th' insulting Threats
Of raging Captains vex'd th' Etherial Seats.
Long did the British Youth their Works maintain
And bravely did the fierce Assault sustain.
Till worn with Toyland prest with numerous Troops
Still fresh pour'd onthey left the Ramparts Tops.
King Clotar on the Works his Standard plac'd
O'er which his throng'd Battalions raging pass'd.
They forc'd the Campand like a conq'ring Flood
Pass'd o'er the Banksthat long their Force withstood.
Clotar insulting at his Armys Head
On to the Foe his eager Squadrons led.
Mean time brave Clovis midst the Britons flew
And urg'd the Youth the Battle to renew.
With Shame and Fury mingled in his Eyes
To the desponding Troops aloud he crys.
What meanmy Friendstheir Country to defame
And sink the Glory of the British Name?
Will you forget your Conquests? will you throw
Your Wreaths and spreading Laurels from your Brow?
Shall we be vanquish'd by a vanquish'd Foe?
Can Arthur's Souldiers fear? were Arthur by
Would you forsake your Monarch? would you fly?
Unthoughtful TroopssayWhither would you run
You fly to Dangerand your Safety shun.
You cannot reach your Ships to pass the Main
You must disperseand be as Straglers Slain.
Come fly from Danger and the Fight renew
You can't be safe unless you Conquer too.
He saidand strait urg'd with impetuous Rage
The Chief advanc'd th' Invaders to engage.
Upon the thickest Files the Warriour fell
Resolv'd to dyor Clotar to repel.
Alfonso who his progress first withstood
Fell wounded downand welter'd in his Blood.
Within his Side he felt the fatal Dart
Between his Ribs an Inch beneath his Heart.
Another Spear was at great Boson thrown
Which pierc'd his Hipand stuck within the Bone.
The Frank roar'd outand tugging at the Spear
In grievous Anguish halted to the Rear.
Another Weapon did at Damon fly
Which enter'd deep the Hollow of the Thigh;
Wriggling and wrything in tormenting Pain
He strove to draw the Weapon out in vain.
From his wide Wound a reeking River flow'd
And all the Field around lay bath' d in blood.
Feeble and fainting with the Vast Expence
The Warriour fell bereft of Life and Sense.
Hemar and Dival by his Arms were Slain
And many more lay gasping on the Plain.
The British Troops who had before retir'd
Return'd to Battle by this Chief inspir'd.
Mean time Wise Solmar did with anxious Care
Watch all the Turns and Chances of the War.
And when he saw the Franks had forc'd the Line
And that the Britons did the Fight decline.
Inglorious Rout and Ruin to prevent
He fresh Recruits from the Main Battle sent
Which might the British wavering Troops sustain
Repel the Franks and still the Fight maintain.
Then to inspire his Men to keep their Post
And strike a terror thro' the Gallic Host
He noble Osor from the Camp detach'd
And with the Chief a thousand Horse dispatch'd
And to their faithful Leader gave Command
To wheel aboutand take the Hilly Land
Which on the Right hand of the Camp arose
And then to March direct upon the Foes.
Then valiant Osor did without delay
Wheel from the Rear his orders to obey.
And in his March he took a Compass round
That undiscern'd he might possess the Ground.
Now had brave Clovis with his fatal Blade
Amidst the Squadrons great Destruction made.
Boldly he stood to stem th' o'erflowing Tide
Encompass'd round with Spoils on every Side.
The Franks enrag'd still fresh Battalions brought;
And prest with whole Brigades the Warriour fought.
He lopt strong Clomire's Arm off at a blow
And cleft the bold Orbazel's Head in two.
Ellan who in his Strength repos'd his trust
And Gramol in his Armour prest the Dust.
Nor did Roballon better Fortune meet
Who lay expiring at the Conqueror's feet.
Then at fierce Maurel's head he aim'd his Stroke
But on the temper'd Shield his Fauchion broke.
The Franks who stood at distance round about
Ran in to seize him with a mighty shout.
The Pious Warriour was their Captive made
And bound in Fetters to their Camp convey'd.
Brave Trelon to prevent great Clovis Fate
Brought up his Valiant Troops but came too late.
Clotar mean time did Erla's Troops invade
And thro' the Files a mighty Havock made.
The British Chief did wondrous Courage show
But strove in vain to stop th' unequal Foe.
Young Harrel felt the Conqu'rours Weapon first
And groaning layand grov'ling in the Dust.
Torman advanc'd the Monarch to sustain
But at his feet fell Dead upon the Plain.
He next his massy Spear at Corbel cast
Thro' all the Buckler's fold's the Weapon past
And thro' his tender Entrails passage found
The Cawl came forthand hung down from the Wound.
Down on the ground he felland gasping lay
While Death excluded from his Eyes the Day.
Next Pricel's Arm receiv'd the Javelin's point
Between the Elbow and the Shoulder Joynt:
The fatal Steel did the large Vein divide
And from its Chanel sprang th' Arterial Tide.
Subsiding Life Ebb'd down apaceand left
The Youth of Motion and of Sense bereft.
Then at Hermander did his Jav'lin fly
Which pierc'd his Buckler's Plate and Bullhide Ply
Then thro' his breast and breathing Lungs it went
And sticking in his Back it's Fury spent.
Hermander Cough'd up from his Wheezing Chest
Fresh Frothy Bloodbut strangled and Opprest
He fell upon the Ground and ratling lay
Stretch'd out his Limbsand groan'd his Life away.
Coman applauded for his Youthful Charms
From all distinguish'd by his Painted Arms
And his rich Scarlet Scarfby luckless chance
Stood the next mark of Clotar's fatal Lance.
So the fair Lilly and the Poppy stand
A gaudy Harvest for the Mower's hand.
Strait at his Breast the Monarch's Weapon flew
First pierc'd his Shieldand then his Body thro'.
Th' expiring Youth fetch'd deep repeated Throbs
And of his hopes his mournful Father robs.
Then Eldred Ribaland Comander dy'd
All these were Brothers by the Mother's Side.
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To win in Gallic Fields immortal Fame.
Vast numbers of the British Youth lay dead
And with their scatter'd Spoils the Ground o'erspread.
When Solmar to relieve his Troops opprest
And the fierce Victor's Progress to arrest
Brought the main Battle up to charge the Franks
And bravely did attack their foremost Ranks.
Strait thro' the Camp a noble War ensu'd
And martial Rage was in their Breasts renew'd.
Now Front to Front the Files each other prest
And Foot to Foot they stoodand Breast to Breast.
All on the Ground their missive Weapons threw
And with their Swords to close Engagement flew.
Fauchions with Fauchions clash'dShields rub'd on Shields
And the loud Din of War rang thro' the Fields.
Now Franks prevailand now the British Host
And both their Arms alternate Conquest boast
While undetermin'd Victory did shew
Such Doubtfulnessas trembling Needles do
When they between two courting Loadstones stay
To neither yieldyet neither disobey.
At last with bloody Toyl the Britons worn
And with unequal Numbers overborn
Began to shrinkwhile Clotar's ravening Sword
With undistinguish'd Rage around devour'd:
When on the neighb'ring Hill upon the Right
The Troops detach'd by Solmar march'd in Sight.
Great Osor who the foremost did appear
In StaturePresenceArmsand martial Air
Of all the Heros of the British Host
The God-like Arthur did resemble most.
Then Solmar cry'd aloudsee you your King
Arthur's arriv'dand do's sure Conquest bring.
Loud Shouts of Joy rang thro' the British Camp
And struck thro' Clotar's Troops a shiv'ring Damp.
Those reassume the War with double Rage
And these but faintly with the Foe engage.
Wavering a while they stoodbut then gave way
And left th' unfinish'd Triumph of the Day.
The Gallic Troops did by their Flight proclaim
How much they fear'd Victorious Arthur's Name.
The conq'ring Britons did the Franks pursue
Hung on their Rearand mighty Numbers slew.
Only King Clotar still refus'd to yield
But with his single Arms maintain'd the Field.
Solmar advanc'd to charge th' undaunted King
And at his Head did his bright Javelin fling;
His blazing Shield the furious Weapon struck
Pass'd the first Foldbut in the second stuck.
Then did the Frank project his pondrous Spear
Which hiss'd alongand cut the liquid Air.
Thro' his right Leg in burnish'd Steel encas'd
Across the brawny part the Weapon past.
The Veins that deep for sure Protection lay
The fatal point divided in it's way.
Its Springs broke upout gush'd the leaping Blood
And in his reeking Life the fainting Warriour stood.
The British Youth ran in to bring Relief
And from the Field bore off the wounded Chief.
Albert the first who rush'd in to withstand
The furious Frank fell by his fatal Hand.
Bodal and Eldan went undaunted on
To save the General's Lifebut lost their own.
But when the Monarch saw the Battel lost
Himself alone left to engage an Host
He grew enrag'dbut forc'd at last to yield
With bitter Execrations left the Field.
So much did Arthur's Name the Battel Sway
And chang'd so soon the Fortune of the Day.
Their own great losses and the Evening Shade
From long pursuit the British Youth disswade.
For Rest with Joy they to their Tents return
But Clovis Chains and Solmar's Wound they mourn.
Solmar in pain had past the restless Night
And when the Sun had spred the Hills with Light
Exhausted with expence of Blood expir'd
Lamented muchand much by all desir'd.
Brave Osor next in Power and Honoursent
To call the British Captains to his Tent.
Soon hither all the great Commanders came
All high in Officeand of Martial Fame.
Th' Assembly made a Sound like that of Waves
Roll'd on the Shoreor Winds in hollow Caves.
Or that which high Augusta's Merchants make
When in their frequent Burse they Counsel take.
What Riches to their Neighbours they shall lend
What British Growth to Foreign Climates send.
What Luxury to fetchwhat wealthy Stores
Or from the Asian or the Afric Shores.
To which Pole next their numerous Fleets shall run
If to the Risingor the Setting Sun.
The throng'd Assembly straight in Council sate
Fit measures for their Safety to debate.
Osor aroseand with deliberate words
He thus bespoke th' Allysand British Lords.
Twice has the Moon her changing Face renew'd
Since we our Monarch's Orders have pursu'd.
Expecting his return from Albion's Coast
We with Defensive Arms have kept our Post.
And twice seven days are past since certain Fame
That Albion was compos'd first hither came.
That Arthur was embark'd to cross the Main
In Gallic Fields new Laurels to obtain.
But when in Prospect of the Neustrian Strand
A sudden Tempest beat him off from Land:
So those relate who on the Mountains stood
And saw his ships advancing thro' the Flood.
Yet still his Ships are on the Ocean tost
Or forc'd on some unhospitable Coast
Else had the King return'd to Neustria's Shore
And we had seen our Monarch long before.
So long we had not labour'd in Suspence
Nor wanted Arthur's Arms for our Defence.
Our heartless Troops impatient grown declare
They would returnand leave th' unfinish'd War.
Meantime our Leaders Absence makes the Foe
More insolentand bold in Battle grow.
Captains advisewhat Measure we shall take
Shall we return and Gallia's Realm forsake
Or shall we here entrench'd our Camp defend
And still th' Arrival of our Prince attend.
He saidwise Gotrick roseand to the rest
Thus with majestic Air himself exprest.
The Stratagem which did the Franks defeat
We can no moreillustrious Chiefsrepeat.
The Franks who Arthur's Presence then believ'd
By busy Fame will soon be undeceiv'd.
Then well we know that no Britannic Lord
Is able to withstand King Clotar's Sword.
Should he again our high Entrenchments scale
His numerous Squadrons may at last prevail.
Our two great Heros lest in chief Command
Who could if anyClotar's Rage withstand
These wealashave lost. Great Solmar's slain
Brave Clovis do's in Clotar's Power remain.
Thrice happy Man if midst the fighting Bands
Thou hast expir'd and scap'd the Tyrant's Hands!
These were the Chiefs on whom we did depend
As Men whose Arms our Bulwarks would defend.
Our weary Troops who did demand before
Their native Land do now demand it more.
Prest by our hard Affairs we may presume
King Arthur's Leave to lead our Squadrons home.
The pious Prince our Conduct will approve
Who to his People thus express our Love.
He said. When mighty Talmar Silence broke
And thus the Lords and valiant Chiefs bespoke.
Here did our Pious Monarch bid us stay
And his Command what Chief dares disobey?
We must persist our Bulwarks to defend
And Arthur's coming in the Camp attend.
Shall we the Honour of our Isle deface
And show our selves a weakdegenerate Race?
How will the Neighbour States our Arms despise
And mock our ignominious Cowardize?
How will our Countrymen upbraid our Flight
And ask what Monsters did our Youth affright?
Our Wives and Children swarming on the Strand
Will mock our Fearsand beat us off from Land.
How will th' observing World our Conduct blame?
How will th' unhappy Christians curse our Name
Whom from their Chains we promis'd to release
When our Retreat their Suff'rings shall encrease?
For thus provok'd th' inexorable Foe
Will add more Weightand multiply their Woe
What Plagueswhat Desolation must o'erwhelm
Both the Neustrasian and the Gallic Realm
If we no longer will our Arms engage
But give them up a Prey to Clotar's Rage?
Let us prevent their Ruinand our Shame
Express our Pityand advance our Fame.
Fixt and resolv'd let us our Bulwarks guard
Success at last our Patience will reward.
He said. And Trelon thus himself exprest.
What Madness Britons has your Minds possest?
Will you betray your Monarch's righteous Cause
Defame your Isleand yet expect Applause?
Scar'd with phantastic Terrours will you run
And leave a War with such Success begun?
Fear seems a Passion wise and eloquent
But makes the Danger which it would prevent.
Let us the Passion ownand not disguise.
In Vertue's Shape inglorious Cowardise.
For running home what Reasons e'er you bring
Wisdom's the grave Pretencebut Fear's the thing.
We still in Gallia may in Safety stay
Defend our Bulwarksand our Prince obey.
Vainly 'tis urg'd the Britons are dismay'd
'Tis fearful Captains make their Men afraid.
Your Courage will confirm your wavering Troops
Inspire new Vigorand revive their Hopes.
Blame not the British Youth who still obey
And boldly followwhen you lead the Way.
Then laying on his mighty Sword his Hand
He cry'dthe Man that leads the foremost Band
From out the Camp shall by this Fauchion dy
He ne'er shall scapewho first attempts to fly.
He said. And straitway Coril thus reply'd
Meer Courage is to Madness near ally'd
A Brutal Ragewhich Prudence do's not guide.
Cool Sense and Judgment with a noble Fire
To make a finish'd Leader must conspire.
Some by a wise Retreat have more Renown
Than other Captains by a Conquest won.
'Tis blind Perverseness in our Camp to stay
And not to go when Prudence leads the Way.
Wisdom is no Defect of Martial Heat
When Reason bids'tis Manly to retreat.
For our Return no Reasons need be us'd
Than those which Gotric has before produc'd.
I must declare for breaking upto shun
The mighty Risk which staying here we run.
And if some Chiefs will this as Fear condemn
We must object their Want of Sense to them.
We are not aw'd by Threatsand haughty Words
Nor do we think we wear unequal Swords.
He ceas'd. And strait immoderate Heats arose
While chol'rick Chiefs each other did oppose.
Some for retreatingsome for Stay contend
Some would forsakeand some their Camp defend.
When Maca saw the Strife still hotter grew
Fearing the Dangers which might thence ensue
He roseand thus th' assembled Chiefs bespoke
Britons; too much each other you provoke.
A calm Debate our Contests might decide
But sharp Reproaches more your Minds divide.
Your Dangers by your Discords you augment
And bring the Mischiefs which you would prevent.
'Tis prudent then this Contest to adjourn
And when the dawning Morning shall return
Our Heats compos'd with Restour Minds sedate
In Council we'll revive this great Debate.
He said. And from the most receiv'd Applause
Who cry'd adjournand strait the Council rose.
TheBritish Captains thus with Choler boyl'd
And these Contentious Heats the Camp Embroil'd.
Clotar mean time who full of Rage and Shame
Back to Lutetia for Protection came
Thus to his Servants cry'd; let Clovis come
I'll see the Rebel and pronounce his Doom.
Strait did the bloody Guards in Triumph bring
The Pious Clovis to the Gallic King.
When Clotar first the Captive Lord espy'd
Insultingly he smil'dand thus he cry'd.
Thou dost not only Gallia's Gods reject
Adhering to the Christians impious Sect
But Trait'rous to thy King art not afraid
To call in Foreign Armsand give them Aid
Striving with blackest Malice to subdue
Thy Nat'ral Lordand Native Country too.
But now just Heav'n has giv'n thee to my hand
T'inflict that Vengeancewhich thy Crimes demand.
Speak what Infernal Fury lash'd thee on
What made thee hope thy Soveraign to dethrone?
He said. And Clovis fearless thus reply'd
Tis true I still have Pagan Gods defy'd.
I ne'er would Incence on their Altars throw
Nor in their Grovesnor in their Temples bow.
I ne'er have Worship to your Idols shewn
Stupidas are the Rocks from whence they're hewn.
Gods Deify'd by Superstitious Fear
Gods whom Creating Statuarys reer.
Who Pyrrhus and his Wife have far outdone
Transforming into Gods the senseless Stone.
To th' unseen Mind I've still Obedience paid
Who thisand those bright Worlds above us made.
This Independent Being I adore
One God I rev'rencebut revere no more.
He in whose Power and Goodness I believe
Will from your Rage this Mortal Life retrieve
Or in Exchange will Life Eternal give.
I ownI did with humble prayer perswade
The Pious Briton Gallia to invade
His Arms in our Deliv'rance to employ
To save a Realm you labour to destroy.
How have you triumph'd and Insulting stood
With Garments rowl'd in Slaughter'd Christians blood?
And all the Plagues that Tyrants can Invent
At your Command the Christians have destroy'd
Yet your Insatiate Rage was never cloy'd.
Tormentors with their cruel labour tir'd
To gain their ownthe Suff'rers rest desir'd.
Your frighted People from their Towns are fled
And Prisons only are inhabited.
All Europe ecchoes with Lutetia's Groans
And every Land receives her straggling Sons.
We justly arm'd to set our Country free
From unexampl'd Rageand barb'rous Cruelty.
Subjects should Kings revere and raise their Fame
But cruel Monsters lose that sacred Name.
A Father do's not arm'd with lawless Power
Instead of feeding themhis Sons devour.
Wolves should they Crooks usurpno Shepherds are
Nor Spoilers Princestho' they Scepters bear.
Wild Violenceand Power outrageous grown
Proclaim the Tyrantand the King dethrone.
Scepter'd Destroyers do themselves depose
And all their Right to our Obedience lose.
This is your Casethis sinking Gallia's Fate
Wemov'd by Pity to her Suff'ring State
Call'd in the Generous Briton with Intent
Her universal Ruin to prevent.
This I have doneand Glory in the Deed
And tho' I fall may Arthur's Arms succeed.
Stedfast in Christian Faith I've always stood
And ready am to seal it with my Blood.
I will not Life from Clotar e'er demand
Nor ask Deliv'rance from his cruel Hand.
For my expected Suff'rings I prepare
You've Power indeedbut want a Heart to spare.
More had he saidbut Clotar furious grew
And flashing Fire from his fierce Eyeballs flew.
The Captive's Words like Spears the Monarch gor'd
And stung with Guilt and Rage aloud he roar'd:
What Pity 'tis that Man but once can dy
That Life when urg'd begins so soon to fly?
But ohmay thine prove tough and obstinate
Mighty to bear repeated Strokes of Fate.
May'st thou be hardresolv'd and bold in Pain
Able my choicest Torments to sustain.
May baffled Tortures scarcely wast thy Breath
And mayst thou late escape my Hand by Death.
May all thy Nerves be firmthy Muscles strong
Thy Heartstrings sound to bear thy Suff'rings long.
Ohmay Gigantic Force and Vigor show
That thou uncommon Racks canst undergo.
Strive not by Death basely thy self to save
Be constant on the Wheeland prove in Torment brave.
For thou canst only make this Recompence
A flight one too compar'd with thy Offence.
Away the noble Captive was convey'd
And bound with iron Links in Prison laid
To be expos'd soon as the Morning came
To cruel Tormentsand to publick Shame.
Unmov'dunchang'd great Clovis did sustain
His heavy Doom and ignominious Chain.
As calm as Peaceas heav'nly Seraphs mild
He view'd the Racksand on his Torments smil'd.
With easy Arms his Fetters he embrac'd
And thought himself with Marks of Honour grac'd.
He thought it noble Matter of Applause
To dy for Gallia's and the Christian Cause.
What Honour is itdid the Hero cry
To dy for him that did for Sinners dy?
To rescue Mortals from the Gulph of Hell
And raise them up to Heav'n from whence they fell?
All our laborious Services are slight
And all our heavy Sufferings wondrous light
When in a just and equal Ballance thrown
Against th' excessive Blissand massy Crown
Of pondrous Glorywhich attends at last
The constant Martyr's Zeal and Labour past.
The Way to Canaan by those Martyrs trod
Lys thro' a red amazing Sea of Blood.
MartyrsElijah-liketo Heav'n aspire
On ruddy Steedsand rapid Cars of Fire.
Here on a bleak tempestuous Shore I stand
Cast on a wildunhospitable Land
Which for Disorder do's on Chaos joyn
And for its Guilt do's close on Hell confine;
A wastfulhowlinghorrid Wilderness
Which Beasts of Prey in humane Shape possess:
So monstrous dark that Heav'n's recoiling Light
Bounds from the Surface of the solid Night.
On the other side appears a glorious Shore
Enrich'd with glitt'ring Gemms and golden Oar.
The Land is all a native Theater
Where flowry Plainsand spicy Groves appear.
A Paradise blest with reviving Beams
Immortal Fruitand sweetCelestial Streams.
Where Love and Peace and Friendship free from stain
Pure Lightand Truthand Joy unmixt with Pain
Oh happy Regions! do for ever reign.
To gain this Blissful Landthis Golden Coast
Death' s interposing Channel must be crost.
'Tis true the gloomy Flood afflicts the Sight
And self preserving Nature dos affright.
The Stygian Tide a dismal Horror spreads
And dusky Billows rear their threat'ning Heads.
Nature upon the Brink dos shiv'ring stand
And dreads the Passage to the Blissful Land.
She willing still terrestrial Joys to keep
Starts at the awful Prospect of the Deep.
She spins out timeand lingers in Debate
And dos a thousand Ways Expostulate
Displeas'd to try a newand Unknown State.
By Various shifts she labours to Evade
The frightful Gulphand Solitary Shade.
But Nature is Controul'd by Reason's sway
Reason's her GuideReason must lead the Way.
I'll plunge amidst the Floodand fearless stride
To gain the happy Shore across the tyde
Or with bold Arms th' opposing Waves divide.
What if I sinkthe shore I cannot miss
We dive by Deathbut to Emerge in Bliss.
The chiefest Terrors which in Death we dread
Are in our own Imagination bred.
We are not pleas'd a glorious World to know
Whereof our Senses no Impression show.
Reluctant Sense declines the untrodden Path
Tho aided both by Reason and by Faith.
Empty phantastic Horrors hence arise
Which fright the vulgarnot the brave and wise.
Th' advancing Shades of Death weak Nature scare
As hideous Forms and Monsters drawn in Air:
Which issuing forth from the dark Womb of Night
Impregnated with Fearweak Minds affright.
If tender Infants who imprison'd stay
Within the Wombprepar'd to break away
Were conscious of themselvesand of their State
And had but Reason to sustain Debate
The painful Passage they would dreadand show
Reluctance to a World they do not know.
They in their Prisons still would chuse to ly
As backward to be bornas we to dy.
This is the Christian's Case detain'd on Earth
Whose Death is nothingbut his Heav'nly Birth.
Yet still he fears the dark and unknown Way
Still backwards shrinksstill meditates Delay
And fresh Excuses finds for longer Stay.
The pious Peer in such divine Debate
Prepar'd himself for his approaching Fate.
His Wife mean time fair Merula a Dame
Of wondrous Beautywho when Clovis came
To Albion's Islein Gaul was left behind;
Now to the Prison came her Lord to find.
Fir'd with her Heav'nly Charms great Clovis burn'd
And she to his an equal Flame return'd.
None to each other did more constant prove
None more admir'dand fam'd for mutual Love.
Long she unmov'd had born her heavy Chains
Long underwent the most afflicting Pains
But tir'd at lasther Torments to evade
Her Saviour she renounc'dher Faith betray'd.
The Pagan Altars once so much abhor'd
And Gods of various Kinds she now ador'd.
Yet did she constant to her Clovis prove
Apostate from her Faithbut not her Love.
Her Lord thus sentenc'dshe to Clotar went
Brave Clovis Death and Suff'rings to prevent.
And knowing nothing could his Life procure
Unless the Christian Faith he did abjure
She thought as once revolted Eve had done
Her Lord by her Perswasion might be won
To break th' Allmighty's sacred Lawand eat
When offer'd by her Handforbidden Meat.
And oh! how oft do Female Charms prevail
Ev'n when the brave and wisest they assail?
She therefore undertook by Clotar's Leave
To try the pious Clovis to deceive;
To form his Mind the Christian's God to quit
And to the Pagan Idols to submit.
Her Son and Daughter both of tender Age
The Mother broughthoping they might engage
The Hero's Pity and Paternal Love
And from his Breast his settled Purpose move.
Thus Clovis she bespoke.
Press'd by resistless Love I hither come
To rescue Clovis and avert his Doom.
Too great a Zealand Labour can't be shown
To save a Life far dearer than my own.
'Tis in your Power your Suff'rings to evade
Ohthat it were in mine tooto perswade
My Clovis that Deliv'rance to receive
Which here with Joy I bring by Clotar's Leave.
Here Clovis interrupting her reply'd
Oh Merula have you your God deny'd
Have you renounc'd the Christians solemn Vow
And learnt before the Pagan Shrines to bow
And are you in your Guilt so stupid grown
So like the Gods you worshipWood and Stone
That to my Presence you thus boldly press
No inward Gripes and no Remorse express?
Should not your Crime in Crimson Blushes glow?
Should not your Eyes Shame and Confusion show?
Amazing Power of Guilt! one great Offence
Benumbs the Mindand stupifys the Sense
Binds fast reluctant Conscience with its Charms
And of its Sting the Worm within disarms.
ButMerula your Message tellprepare
Your Golden Baitand spread th' alluring Snare.
No Question you your Guilt would propagate
And make me quit my Faith to shun my Fate.
Speakis not this your cruelkind Intent
To change my Faith my Torments to prevent?
Thenbeauteous Merula reply'd'tis true
The Means to save my Clovis I pursue.
No Joy but youno Life but yours I own
I must survive my selfwhen you are gone.
How stronghow purehow bright a Flame of Love
To Clovis always in my Bosom strove?
You're conscious of my Passionyou must know
That from your Presence all my Pleasures flow.
If you withdraw your Lighthow black a Shade
Must the sad Region of my Breast invade?
This World's a Heav'n to me when you are here
And Heav'n will more be Heav'n to meet you there.
What I could ever Joy or Pleasure call
'Twas you I tastedyou enjoy'd in all.
The Spring from whence your Stream of Life proceeds
My Veins with vital Warmth and Vigor feeds.
My Life's dependent and precarious Fire
Must quickly ceaseshould you its Source retire
As Evening Rays forsaken soon expire.
Deserted and defrauded of Supply
Streams flow no longerwhen the Fountain's dry.
Should I behind my Clovis here remain
I should of Life's uneasy Load complain
And drown'd in Tears drag on th' encumbring Chain.
How sadand hard a Task it is to live
When I must all that Life endearssurvive?
No wonder then I strive a Life to save
Where I such vast Concern and Int'rest have.
I can your Freedom and your Ease procure
Nor need you e'er the Christian Faith abjure.
You need but only to their Altars go
And on the Flames a little Incense throw.
Th' Almighty dos you know the Heart require
And you may that preserve for him entire.
When you to Images respect shall show
Your Mind you need not with your Body bow.
In every place th' Eternal dos abide
And therefore must in Statues too reside.
When therefore you shall Adoration pay
Your Mind may thro' the Image make its way
And Worship to the God within convey.
We do not Worship to a Stone demand
To Gods created by the Carver's hand.
The God we Honour has his Throne above
To whom the Image dos our Rev'rence move.
Presents we prizeand Pictures we commend
Because they mind us of our absent Friend.
By Nature we to Nature's Lord arise
Who dwells in Bliss conceal'd from mortal Eyes.
We view his Image stamp'd on Nature's Face
And by the Creatures to their Maker pass.
This beauteous Worldand all the rest above
Were made to raise our Wonder and our Love.
The noblest Use that we in Creatures find
Is to the first great Causet'advance the Mind.
The Sun himself whose bright revealing Ray
To it's more glorious Author shews the way
Serves Mortals more by thisthan when it's Light
From these dark Seats removes the Shades of Night.
We can't DivineEssential Glory see
Nor view th' Almighty's naked Majesty.
We can't th' unequal Object comprehend;
The Creatures must their help to Reason lend
While step by step it dos to Heav'n ascend.
Wide Nature's Frame and all her steddy Laws
Lead thinking Man to th' Independent Cause.
And then the Creatures have their noblest Use
When thoughts Divine they in our Minds produce.
Now in the Sacred Images we rear
This pious Use more plainly do's appear.
These in our Breasts do warm Devotion raise
And mind us to advance th' Eternal's praise.
They move our Minds his Greatness to adore
To love his Goodnessand revere his Power.
They to his Duty stupid Man excite
And when he aims at Heav'n assist his Flight.
And those who know the high and steepy way
The painful steps that reach Celestial Day
Will not of friendly Succors be afraid
But thankfully receive the proffer'd Aid.
Our Senses to the Mind while lodg'd in Clay
Do all their various Images convey.
Things that we tastand feeland seeafford
The Seeds of Thought with which our Minds are stor'd.
We therefore must the Deity conceive
By such an Image as our Senses give.
Spirits to us this only way are known
And such Conceptions we must form or none.
Why then should Statues be condemn'ddesign'd
To raise Devotion in a Pious Mind
When if we think of Godwithin our Thought
Some Image of his Being must be wrought?
The Sacred Volumes oft th' Almighty name
As having Parts and Limbs and Humane Frame.
Th' Eternal to our Minds by Words and Ways
Adapted to our Sense himself conveys
Whose Being still must be from Man conceal'd
If not by means that fit our State reveal'd.
These Arguments my yielding Reason sway'd
When Worship first to Images I paid.
And these with Clovis too would soon succeed
Were first your Mind from Prepossession freed.
Ohlet no groundless Prejudice oppose
The Lightthat from so pure a Fountain flows.
May these kind Beams dispel the Cloudsand find
An unobstructed Passage to your Mind.
Thus you'll preserve your Life with guiltless Art
And still remain a Christian in your Heart.
She ceas'dand Pious Clovis thus reply'd:
In vain these artful Snares have oft been try'd.
These are the Nets your crafty Priests prepare
The timorous and th' uncautious to ensnare.
Such Arguments no Conquests could procure
If unassisted by the Tyrant's Power.
If e'er these Feeble Arms Impression make
They from the Sword their Edge and Sharpness take.
Affrighted Nature's willing to receive
The dreadful Reason's Death and Torment give.
She'll by a thousand shifts her Post maintain
And feels no Argument like that of Pain.
The clearest Light and Reason will displease
Which thwart our Int'rest and disturb our Ease.
A lawless Rout of Passions still engage
In Nature's Cause with hideous Noise and Rage.
Reason is in the Tumult quite supprest
And still the safest side we think the best.
But let Tyrannic Power stand Neutral by
You'll soon the weakness of your Cause descry.
You that would still th' Almighty Being own
And yet to Idols bow and Gods unknown
Delude your selves with an absurd pretence
That still your Minds preserve their Innocence.
We to th' Eternal Mind should Honour pay
As he himself prescribes the Rule and Way.
No Modes of Adoration he'll admit
Because our wanton Fancy thinks 'em fit.
No other Forms of Worship should be sought
But those alone observ'd which he has taught.
He oft declares you shall no Image make
And asks from whence you'll his Resemblance take.
This is his Willthis his commanding Word
Shall Man contend and call his Law absurd?
Subjects are to obeyand not dispute
A Will so purea Power so absolute.
In vain alas deluding Priests pretend
That they their Worship to th' Allmighty send.
That all the Honour to the Image paid
Is thro' the Marble up to Heav'n convey'd:
Then Dan's and Bethel's Calves would be excus'd
Which by the Tribes were for Devotion us'd.
They mighty Zeal to Jacob's God exprest
To honour him proclaim'd a solemn Feast
And Worship by the Calves to Heav'n addrest.
When Aaron by the murm'ring Hebrews sway'd
A Golden God of molten Ear-rings made
'Twas reer'd in Honour of th' Allmighty Hand
That brought their Youth from Egypt's cruel Land.
Yet in the sacred History you read
How God incens'd condemn'd the impious Deed.
When you Devotion to an Idol show
And on the Altar od'rous Incense throw
You make the Heathen Worshiper believe
That you and he like Adoration give:
You thus confirm the Pagan Votary
And not asserting Godyour God deny.
The Mind by Words and Actions is exprest
And secret Reservations in the Breast
Whereby you think to save your Innocence
Make Hypocritesand add a fresh Offence.
The jealous God will not his Honour part
Nor share with Idols a divided Heart.
'Tis not enough to own him in your Breast
He must in publick boldly be confest.
Th' eternal Mind no prudent Neutral knows
We for his Cause declareor are his Foes.
The Managers who cautious Measures use
And fain would neither Sin nor Suff'ring chuse.
Who like a crafty Statesman to provide
For his own Safety fawns on either Side.
These most th' Eternal's Jealousy provoke
At these his Vengeance aims the deadliest stroke.
The Hypocrite defeats his own Design
Splits on the Rock he labours to decline.
He can't himself by base Complyance save
The Secret to be safeis to be brave.
We are to fiery Tryals brought to prove
Our stedfast Faithour Courageand our Love.
To shew th' Heroic Confessors are fit
With Glory crown'd on Heav'nly Thrones to sit.
To draw amaz'd Spectators to believe
That Cause divinethat could such Courage give.
You knowif you in Heart a Christian are
Our Heav'nly Founder often did declare
The Marks that must his faithful Friends approve
Are patient Suff'ring and their mutual Love.
His Preceptand Example form'd his Friends
For all the Sorrow that his Cause attends.
He oft foretold them their approaching Fate
And what they must expect from Tyrants Hate.
He set the priceand told what Heav'n would cost
And what to gain that Kingdom must be lost.
And this the constant Martyrs understood
Who swam to Heav'n thro' a red tyde of Blood.
Some were with Woundsand cruel Scourging try'd
Some in the Flames with God-like Courage dy'd.
Some were on Racks and Wheels in pieces drawn
Some ston'd to Deathand some asunder Sawn.
To some a Refuge from the Tyrant's Sword
The Dens of milder Beasts did oft afford.
They oft Deliv'rance nobly did refuse
And Vertue when 'twas least inviting chuse.
Conscious what Bliss and Life Eternal meant
The blest Reward of hours divinely spent
And what a Heaven 'tisto be Innocent;
They could the World with brave Neglect despise
And the vain Joys which charm deluded Eyes.
They with the just did rather Suff'rings bear
Then guilty Pleasures with th' unrighteous share.
They laid down Life in Vertue's just Defence
Dear Lifebut not so dear as Innocence.
But Merula could these blest Saints have taught
Their Torments to escape without a Fault.
The specious Arguments which you advance
Will make them Martyrs to their Ignorance.
Had those blest Men your nice distinctions known
They to the Idol might have Worship shown;
For if their inward Thought did not consent
The Guilt no farther than the Body went;
And thus their Innocence had been secure
And while the Knee had err'dthe Heart been pure.
Those who alledge we cannot form a Thought
But by some Image thro' our Senses brought;
And therefore we th' Almighty must conceive
By some Idea which the Senses give
Will soon th' erroneous Argument detect
When on their own Conceptions they reflect.
Sense do's'tis trueit's Object first enjoy
And that first Object do's our Thoughts employ.
All Knowledge previous to the acts of Sense
And in-born Notionsare a vain Pretence.
But then'tis truethat when our Minds embrace
Those Images which thro' our Senses pass
They stop not therebut quickly higher go
And on themselves reflecting Know they Know.
They their own Actions oft reviewand thence
Conceptions form above the Sphear of Sense.
They by their Operations must conclude
They are with Lifeand Thoughtand Choice endu'd
And hence the Intellectual World is known
While we conceive their Nature by our own.
Then climbs the Mind to the first glorious Cause
And his bright Image by this Model draws.
Freedom of Choicepure Intellectual Light
Power IndependentGoodness Infinite
To form the great Idea we unite.
All other Images for him design'd
Debase the Glory of th' Eternal Mind;
Degrade his high Perfectionsand infuse
Unworthy Thoughtsand Vulgar Minds abuse.
He ceas'd. Fair Merula reply'd. Your Breast
Isas I fear'dtoo strongly Prepossest
To be with new tho' truer Lights imprest.
When to Dispute a Woman takes the Field
A Man believes he can't in Honour Yield.
I am not here a Matchthe Righteous Cause
From my Defence great disadvantage draws.
But now if Clovis who's in Reason strong
Wise in Debateand Eloquent of Tongue
Would change the Sceneand plead my Causehow clear
How purehe'd make my Innocence appear?
Such is your force in Reasoningsuch your Art
That Error you to seeming Truth convert.
The strangest Paradox sustain'd by you
Ev'n to Sagacious Minds appears as true.
But whyalassshould Clovis thus Employ
Such noble Gifts their Owner to destroy?
If Reason can't let Love your Breast incline
OhPity your sad fateor Pity mine.
What Words shall tellwhat Accents shall relate
If you are gonemy Lamentable State?
What will become of wretched Merula
What shall I dowhither my Self convey?
What can my tedious Life afford to please
What can asswage my Griefor Sorrows Ease?
I must to unfrequented places creep
And seek out secret Corners where to Weep.
I must complain to Woodsand Windsand Air
Consciousalassin vain of my Despair.
With mighty Woeand Life it self Opprest
I must behind you stayand make my Moan
To Gallic Tyrantsor to Lords unknown.
Ohlet the dear Engagements of our Love
Dissolve your Heartand your Compassion move.
You warm Affection once to me exprest
And thought me fairpretended so at least.
What dearengagingtender things you said
Which in my Breast the glowing Passion fed?
What Pleasure in my Presence did you show
And how was I still pleas'd to see you so?
And do's my Presence now so much offend
That you to part for everthus contend?
Or if your Love continuecan you go
And leave me in so sad a Scene of Woe?
But if from me you can so easie part
Let these your tender Children melt your Heart.
Think how much Woe these Infants must attend
Without a Fatherand without a Friend.
See that dear Boyhow the sweet Creature stands?
How just like youhe moves his little Hands?
See your own Shapeyour very Eyesand Face
He has your Airyour Stepand every Grace.
ThenClovis on his Sister cast your look
In whom you once such wondrous pleasure took.
How oft you kist and Danc'd her on your Knee
And said you lov'd the Childbecause she look'd like me.
These are next youof all my Joys the chief
But if you die will give me no Relief
But minding me of yourevive my Grief.
When on them I shall look theyll but invite
New floods of Tearsand fresh Complaints excite.
Can't these endearing Pledges of our Love
Dissolve your Heartand your Compassion move?
Can you these sweet Delights chuse to forsake
And from the helpless Babes their Father take?
Think how their Lives they must in Sorrow spend
Who will you leave your Orphans to defend?
You know your Foes will labour to Oppress
Your helpless Widowand your Fatherless.
Can such a Father e'er Unnatural prove
Cease to be tenderand forget to Love?
Can you lay by th' Indulgent Parent's care
And leave these Babes abandon'd to despair?
At such Reflections do's not Nature start
And try at every Spring to touch your Heart?
Do's not soft Pity's fire begin to burn
Do not your yearning Bowels in you turn?
In such a case Breasts arm'd with temper'd Steel
And Hearts of Marbleshould impression feel.
Then on her bended Knees she felland fast
All drown'd in Tearshis Fetter'd Limbs embrac'd.
And thus she cry'dhere ever will I stay
Here will I liehere begand weepand pray
And strive in Sighs to breath my Life away;
Till Clovis shall our heavy Doom retrieve
And say he do's at last consent to Live.
Then the sad Mother to her Children said
ComeChildrenhelp your Father to perswade.
Your Accents full of Griefand free from Art
Will penetrate the most obdurate heart.
Your tender Cries will sure his Soul incline
Your Prayer will more successful prove than mine.
The Children mov'd to see her so distrest
Burst out in Tearsand the sad Scene increast.
They did about their Father clingand cry
With mournful Voicewhy Father will you dy?
This tender sight did Pious Clovis move;
And in his Breast his mighty Passion strove.
Paternal Pity pain'd his lab'ring Soul
And made his Bowels in Convulsions roll.
Deep Groans he in his Agony did fetch
And all his heart-strings felt the utmost stretch.
Striving his Passion to suppress he stood
At last broke out in Tears and wept aloud.
Now Father'sMothersChildrens Cries unite
And in each others Breasts fresh grief excite.
Confed'rate Sighs and Tears conspire to show
A perfect triumph of Victorious Woe.
Yet constant Clovis still maintain'd the Field
And tho' o'erwhelm'd with force refus'd to yield.
So when a noble Oak that long has stood
High in the Airthe Beauty of the Wood
Is shock'd by stormy Windshe either way
Bends to the Earth his Head with mighty Sway.
His lab'ring Roots disturb the neighb'ring Ground
And makes a heaving Earthquake all around.
Yet fast he standsand the loud Storm defys
His Roots still keep the Earthhis head the Skys.
So did great Clovis in the Tempest rock
And firmly so withstood the Dreadful shock.
But when the Fury and the boyling Tyde
Of his Tumultuous Passion did subside
Good Heav'ns he cry'd! this is too much to bear
In such a Storm what Mortal Force can steer?
Nature Extended lys upon the Rack
And all her shatter'd Frame begins to Crack
Th' impetuous Stress of Passion bears me down
And the high tyde dos sinking Reason drown.
To bear this mighty weight Heav'n grant support
All Tortures after this will be but Sport.
The Bitterness and Sting of Death is gone
When this sad part is pastthis Suff'ring done.
He paus'dand then to Merula he cry'd
You now your utmost Strength and Skill have try'd.
You've chang'd indeed th' Attack with Wondrous Art
Quitting your Reason to engage my Heart.
You Wisely your Artillery apply'd
To the most tenderand defenceless side.
You did discreetly think the task not hard
To gain the illman'd Postwhich Passions guard.
You thought to win me by your Artful Prayer
Because I lov'd you and I thought you Fair.
'Tis true when you your Innocence maintain'd
By no Defectionno Rebellion stain'd
You shone Illustrious in your Heav'nly Sphear
And lovely as a Seraph did appear.
But now your Crime your beauteous Eyes disarms
Losing your Pietyyou lose your Charms.
O'er your bright Form a Night of Guilt is spread
And hangs in Stygian Clouds around your head.
Like a fallen Angel Merula has lost
The charming Graces which her Form could boast;
Which now no longer can afford Delight
But like the Sun Eclips'd dos all affright
And with a dying Splendor pains our sight.
Think not that I could Ease and Life refuse
And Ignominious Death and Torment chuse
That I of Bosom Friends could farewel take
And Children dearer then my Life forsake
Did not th' Almighty this hard task Enjoyn
And lend the mighty Aid of Grace Divine.
Down to the Yoke I struggling nature bend
Rather than his Supream Command offend.
I am not fond of Shamenor do I take
Pleasure in Tormentfor the Torment's sake.
I do not Court the Crossnor Wrongs invite
Nor in Distressand Ruin take delight.
I in Obediencenot in Pain rejoyce
And rather Suff'ring makethan Sin my Choice.
Nor may our transient Sorrow be compar'd
With that bright Crownthat shall our Love Reward
With Heav'n's transportingand unmeasur'd Bliss
And Life Eternal in Exchange for this
'Tis for the Prize we chuse the Painful Race
And for the Crown that we the Cross embrace.
Here on a dark and dangerous Sea we steer
Tost on th' uncertain Waves of Hope and Fear.
Oft dash'd on Rocksoft in wild Tempests lost
Oft chas'd by Corsairs to an unknown Coast.
And shall th' affrighted Voyager recoil
When Heav'n in Pity to his Fears and Toil
Shall kindly tow him to the happy Strand
And on the Shores of Light the shatter'd Vessel Land?
Would Trav'llours fry'd with Lybia's burning Heat
Faint with their LabourHungerThirst and Sweat
Complain if one in Pity would Convey
Them to their wish'd for home a shorter Way?
Men who from Heav'n derive their noble Birth
Cast on a Forreign Clime live here on Earth;
Where the wild Natives with loud Clamor chase
To Woods and Caves the mild and God-like Race.
They are insultedvextpursu'd and spoil'd
Both for their own and Master's sake revil'd.
And should not these be willing to retreat
From such a rudeInhospitable Seat?
Should Strangers us'd so illand so Opprest
Be courted to their Home and to their Rest?
Should such as these at their departure grieve
And drag'dlike lingring Lot this Sodom leave?
What dismal Seats the dying Saints forsake
To what a Blissful Place their Flight they take?
There where th' Almighty's Beatific view
Will crown their Wishes and their Hopes out-do.
Where Joys and Pleasures shall their Breasts extend
Pleasures unmixtand Joys that never end.
But now Revolted Merula reflect
On that vast Woe which Rebels must expect.
Who to appease a Man their God Incense
To scape Man's wrath provoke Omnipotence:
Who on Almighty Goodness can't rely
But from their Saviour's bloody Banner fly
And to preserve their Lives their Faith deny.
Their timorous flight no Safety can afford
They fly to meet a more destructive Sword.
What if by Guilt they shun a Mortal Foe
They run but on his Armswhose surer blow
Can wound and sink them to the Shades below:
Where they Alternate Death must still repeat
In Piercing Coldor unextinguish'd Heat;
Where mighty Vengeance they must ever bear
O'erwhelm'd with Wrathand torn with wild Despair.
Besides when Men from fiery Tryals run
They meet worse Torments herethan those they shun.
Dos not their Guilt their tremb'ling Souls affright
And place th' Almighty's Terrors in their Sight?
Outrageous Conscience dos th' Apostate tear
With inward Whipsand Stings him with Despair.
OhMerula saydid you never find
Such Horrorsuch Remorse within your Mind?
Did ne'er your Fears of Heav'n your Peace molest
No gripes or inward Pangs torment your Breast.
And was not that a far more painful Rack
Than those which Tyrants skill'd in Tormentmake?
Sayare you not with Consternation struck
When on your Self deform'd with Guilt you look?
Do's not your secretself-revenging thought
Afflict your Souland lash you for your fault?
An angry Judge your tender Saviour's made
Of whom you were asham'dnow are you not afraid?
Your thoughts of God must have Amazement bred
You must his lifted Arm and Vengeance dread.
More had the Hero saidbut that he saw
A suddain Storm of Grief in Merula.
Her troubled Looks strange discomposure show'd
And floods of Tears down her fair Bosom flow'd.
A while she staid to give her Passion Vent
And when her Anguish had its fury spent:
She cry'dmy heart do's with this Language melt
'Tis truethose Stingsthose Torments I have felt
Which you describetoo well alasI know
What Horrors from a Guilty Conscience slow.
I dare no more assert my Innocence
My Mind inlighten'd owns the black offence.
To Save my Life and Suff'rings to evade
I have my God deny'dmy Faith betray'd.
'Tis truewhen Idols I did first adore
I ne'er design'd by that compliance more
Then gaining time till I could my retreat
From Gallia maketo seek some peaceful Seat
Where I might find youand your Love enjoy
And undisturb'd my future hours employ.
But now I see by your assisting Light
I'm both Idolaterand Hypocrite.
How black and dismal do's my Crime appear?
How sharp the Stings of raging Conscience are?
Who can the Pangs and deadly Anguish bear?
O let my head a weeping Fountain grow
And from my Eyes let mournful Rivers flow.
Let me dissolve to Tearslet every Vein
A stream of Waternot of Blood contain.
Thro' all the winding Channels to my Eyes
Let unexhausted Stores of Moisture rise.
Let no sufficient Treasures be deny'd
To feed the sadbut Everlasting Tide.
Let Love's strong Flame by its Celestial Art
To fill my Eyesdissolve and melt my Heart;
As Central Fire advances watry Steams
Which from the Mountains spring in Crystal Streams.
Rivers and Seas I want for my Relief
To Easeand Vent unutterable Grief.
Ithat my Tears may to a Deluge grow
Will break my Stores upmy Abyss of Woe.
Descend my Tearsin Cataracts flow down
Meand my load of Guilt together drown.
Let mighty Torrents from my Eye-balls roll
Fit to dilute th' Almighty's wrathful Bowl.
Lordstrike this Marble Heartthy powerful Stroke
Will make a Flood gush from the cleaving Rock.
O draw all Nature's Sluces upand drain
Her Magazineswhich liquid Stores contain.
My Guilt with hideous Crys do's me pursue
Olet me make the Poets Fable true;
To shun the grislyformidable Shape
And from the Monster's Fury to escape
Melting in Tears let me a River grow
And in a swiftcomplaining Water flow.
What method is thereClovis to decline
The blackimpending Storm of Wrath Divine?
What Balm can my tormenting Pain appease?
What can procure my wounded Spirit ease?
How to my troubled Breast shall I restore
That Heav'nly Peace which I enjoy'd before?
Ohwhat can smooth th' Almighty's frowning Brow
Arrest his lifted Handand make him drop the blow?
She ceas'd. And Clovis paus'd a little space
While suddain Tears of Joy ran down his Face.
Then spoke the Confessor. Now you appear
Fair as beforeand are to me as dear.
Now you regain your Formand lovely Charms
And as before are welcom to my Arms.
Heav'n will embrace you toonow you return
And your late fall with pure Contrition mourn.
Heav'n's always ready to afford Relief
To pious Sorrow and ingenuous Grief.
When Penitents with self-displeasure burn
And to themselvesand to their God return.
Th' Almighty mov'd with Pity will not stay
But will advance to meet them on their way.
Their Errors he forgetsrevokes their Doom
And leads his rescu'd Sons in Triumph home.
Your humble Sorrow gives even Angels Joy
Who to protect you will their Care employ.
The way to make your Peace which you demand
Is plainyou must the fiery Trial stand.
You must your God before the World confess
And publick Shamefor publick Crimes express.
We must without debatewithout delay
Boldly advance where Conscience leads the way.
Obedience only can our Peace secure:
No Mind is easie longthat is not pure.
You must Obey even at your Blood's expence
You must to Life prefer your Innocence.
Regard the Joy that is before you set
View but the Prizeand you will ne'er retreat.
You can't too dear Immortal Glory reap
What e'er you givethe purchase still is cheap.
In Vertues Cause whate'er your Suff'rings are
Heav'n is oblig'd your Losses to repair.
If you with publick Fortitude will own
Your Saviour's Causeyou win the promis'd Crown.
This Favourite Intercessor can alone
Fit Merit plead th' Almighty to atone.
Only his Blood can purge your guilty Stain
Without this Aidyour Tears descend in vain.
Would you succeed in Christian Warfarejoyn
Sincere Obedience to Belief Divine.
He ceas'd. And thus did Merula reply
Ohlet not Heav'n its promis'd Aid deny
And I with Courage will the Cross embrace
And stare the King of Terrors in the Face.
Both by your words and brave example fir'd
And with fresh power deriv'd from Heav'ninspir'd
Back to the Field from whence I fled I'll come
And with new Life the Christian War resume.
Faint from the painful Course I once withdrew
But now returninvited back by you.
I will no more refuse the Christian Yoke
Nor him forsakewho never his forsook.
From this vile World together we'll retire
And in Heav'n's Cause together will expire.
With equal swiftness we a breast will fly
And hand in hand ascend th' Empyreal Sky.
Here he embrac'd her in his Armsand said
Now all my Cares and anxious Thoughts are fled.
Kind Heav'n assistthat we may stedfast prove
And then Reward the labour of our Love.
Then he with God-like Language did proceed
The sacred flame within her Breast to feed.
How nobly he describ'd the bright Reward
Th' Eternal Joys for Conquering Saints prepar'd!
What high and great Idea's did he draw
Of future Blissthen cry'doh Merula
These glorious Triumphs will our Suff'rings Crown
And these blest Joys will quickly be our own.
Thus they proceeded in Divine debate
And Heav'nly Language fitted to their State
Till Night was wornand the declining Moon
Had now past over her Nocturnal Noon.
When Uriel brighter than the Morning Star
And swift as Light'ning glancing thro' the Air
Did to the Prisonfrom aboverepair.
Beauty Divineand Grace ineffable
Did on his Cheeks and God-like Features dwell.
His Eyeslike Diamonds set in polish'd Gold
Did a bright Heav'n of Light and Joy unfold.
Unfading Youth did pureAmbrosial Red
Mild Airand blooming Honours on him spred.
His Golden Hair did on his Shoulders shine
Like Locks of Sun-beams curl'd with Art Divine.
From his bright Face broke such Illustrious Rays
As all blest Minds imbibewho stedfast gaze
Upon the dazling Beatific Sight
Ravish'd with Joyand overwhelm'd with Light.
Immortal Life his Heav'nly Mould did move
And thro' his radiant Limbs the Vital Glory strove.
Ent'ring the Room the Seraph Silence broke
And thus the Pious Confessors bespoke:
Th' Almighty whose all-penetrating Eye
Do's search the Heartand all its thoughts descry;
Who views the bent and purpose of your Mind
Do's your Intention fixt and stedfast find
To part with Life for your Religion's sake
And do's the Will for full performance take.
Me therefore in Compassion he has sent
From his high Throneyour Suff'rings to prevent.
I to your Friends will safely you convey
Then boldly follow where I lead the Way.
He saidand soon the Constant Clovis found
His Fetters loos'dand fallen upon the ground.
One Child the Fatherone the Mother took
Who at the wondrous Stranger's Presence shook.
With Fear and Joy possestwithout delay
They followand their Heav'nly Guide obey.
Th' advancing Seraph touch'd the Prison Door
With the bright Rod which in his hand he bore.
Th' obsequious Gate obey'dand open flew
Leaving them free their Safety to pursue.
Whom to the Camp the Angel did convey
Where strong entrench'd the Valiant Britons lay.
That donethro' all the spacious Fields of Air
To his Celestial Seat he did repair.
These Things in Gallia past. The King the while
Prepar'd to Sail from Cold Pomona's Isle.
Lovely Aurora did serenely rise
And with her Rosy Footsteps markt the Skys.
When with his Menand Armsand war-like store
Arthur embark'd to make Neustrasia's shore.
The howling Sailors all their Anchors weigh'd
And the tall Ships their Spacious wings display'd.
They spoon'd away before the shoving Wind
And left retreating Cliffs and Rocks behind.
They cut the Oceanwhile Officious Gales
Swell'd the Capacious Bosoms of their Sails.
Thrice interchangably the Night and Day
Had from the Air each other chas'd away
When now arriving on the Neustrian Strand
The pious Arthur safely came to Land.
Many glad Troopssoon as the welcome Fame
Of their great Monarch's safe Arrival came
Sent by the ChiefsImpatient of delay
Pour'd from his Camp to meet him on his way.
And when they saw the Hero from afar
Advancing like the Poets God of War
High in the Air they their round Bonnets flung
And all the Heav'ns with Acclamations rung.
The wildTransported Youth did runand shout
Each other hug'dand leap'dand flew about.
His Chariot Wheels on which the Cohorts hung
Midst loud applauses slowly roll'd along.
With so much Joy King Arthur was receiv'd
And thus attended at the Camp arriv'd.
Where to his high Pavilion soon they bring
Rich Wineand MeatsRefreshments for their King.
His Supper endedArthur did relate
How he in Peace had left Britannia's State.
And what amazing Dangers him befel
Caus'd by the Malice of the Prince of Hell
Both on the Waves and in Pomona's Isle
All which he vanquish'd with unwearied toil.
Then did he hear his Chiefs Narration make
How all things pastsince he did first forsake
Lutetia's Fields Brittania to compose
Leaving the Franks to quell Domestic Foes.
For Solmar's fall he did his Grief express
And prais'd the pious Clovis stedfastness.
Then he declar'd to all his fixt intent
That when t'atone th' Almighty they had spent
Th' approaching Day in Fervent Praiseand Prayer
To the proud Foe he would advance the War.
The rising Sun the Throne of Night invades
Fenc'd with thick Darknessand entrench'd in Shades;
His radiant Troops break thro' th' Horizon's Line
And on the Heav'nly Plains triumphant shine.
And now appear'd the Sacred resting Day
When Christians publick Adoration pay
To Heav'nand fervid with Devotion raise
In rapt'rous Hymns their great Creator's Praise:
And then with awful Reverence and Fear
From Sacred Priests Divine Instruction hear.
The Captains warm'd with their Religious flame
Soon to their Monarch's high Pavilion came
T'address with humble Prayer th' Almighty's Throne
And his unbounded Powerand Rule to own
They did his Justice and his Love assert
And by Confessions labour'd to avert
His Judgmentsand his Anger to Atone
Caus'd by their Land's Offencesand their own.
They cast upon his Providential Care
The high Concerns of this Important War
And with an humble Confidence rely'd
For Victory on his Almighty Aid:
Trusting that Heav'n would ever have regard
To the just Manand would his Deeds reward.
When thus the Britons had their God ador'd
His Goodness prais'dand future Aid implor'd
They sate prepar'd to hear his Heav'nly Word.
Then Caledon arose with solemn Air
And to instruct them did himself prepare.
He Albion's Rights still labour'd to defend
And pure Religion's Empire to extend.
The finest Clay and pure Etherial Fire
Dispens'd with double Bounty did conspire
To make a Manthat should the World surprise
A Genius near of Kindred to the Skys.
A Genius so sublimeso richand vast
As all but famous Tylon far surpast.
He did with zeal true piety promote
For Publick Good he Preach'dand Pray'dand Wrote
All the great Ends for which his Monarch fought.
Prodigious was the Compass of his Mind
Wide as his Lovewhich took in Humane Kind.
He Albion's Goodnot Fame or Riches fought
Generousand open-hearted to a fault.
An unexhausted Magazin his Brain
Did all the Treasures of the Schools contain.
He shew'd as oft as he Religion taught
Such Fulnesssuch Fecundity of Thought
Such Luxury of Sensesuch Strength and Art
As soon subdu'd the Hearer's yielding Heart.
How Wisehow Greathow Good must he appear
Who was to Arthur and to Tylon dear?
The famous Priest th' attentive Audience taught
And from the Sacred Oracles he brought
What in their minds Conceptions Just and Right
Of the first Glorious Being might excite.
What might Create Dependance on his Power
And by engaging Heav'n make Conquest sure.
And thus his Wise Instructions did Commence
With Zeal Divineand rapid Eloquence.
The Pagan World ev'n in its darkest Night
Receiv'd from glimm'ring Nature so much Light
That by that Candle of the Lord they found
They were by Dutyand by Int'rest bound
The World's high Moderator to atone
And their Dependance on his Care to own.
With solemn Worship they invok'd his Aid
Before their War-like Ensigns they display'd.
To take the Field they from the Altar rose
And from their Temples march'd to meet their Foes.
To render Heav'n Propitious to their Arms
Christians are more oblig'd to use the Charms
Of pure Devotionwho more clearly know
What Blessings from Divine Assistance flow.
The Lord of Armys in the Battel stands
And Vict'ry always watches his Commands.
Without his Favour and propitious Aid
Armies in vain defendin vain invade.
The Turns of Empireand th' Events of War
Result from his Supreamdirecting Care.
Those who the Self-existent Cause conceive
And all his Glorious Attributes believe
Who own his Greatnessand unbounded Power
To crush his Foesand Vot'ries to secure;
His Justicethat with Threats the Bad deters
And great Rewards on Upright Men confers
His unchang'd Love and Truth that never errs:
His Faithfulnessthat ne'er forsakes his own
But stands as fix'd as his Eternal Throne
That to his Servants still he Succour brings
Gather'd beneath his kind protecting Wings.
Those Saints who such a Deity conceive
With strong Devotion arm'dwill ever strive
With Heav'nand first begin their Conquests there
Before on Earth they undertake a War.
Success and Triumphnever to the side
That Heav'n engages oncan be deny'd.
Who has an Arm like God? who with his Word
And dreadful Voicecan Thunder like the Lord?
He walks array'd with Majesty and Light
Hid by excess of Glory from our sight.
He casts his Terrors round on every side
Observes the Greatand Laughs to see their Pride.
He frowns them to the Dusttheir Power defeats
And tramples down th' Ambitious from their Seats.
He gathers up the Ocean in his hand
And binds the Billows in with Cords of Sand.
He broke th' Abyss up for the watry Stores
And plac'd before the Waves his Rocky Doors.
He markt out for them their appointed Seat
And saidCome hithertoand then retreat.
He in a Ballance weighs the lofty Hills
And stooping down with Ease takes up the Isles
Which torn up from their Roots appear so light
That when he poises themthey lose their weight.
By him the spacious Heav'ns are over-span'd
And the Sea's lost when held within his hand.
How swift his flaming Darts of Light'ning fly
Shot from the gaping Engines of the Sky?
His Voice of Thunder do's his Wrath proclaim
And shakes affrighted Nature's rocking Frame.
Whene'er he bows the Heav'nsand thence comes down
He makes the Mountains tremble at his Frown.
The Rocks are rent where e'er his Terrors go
Hills melted down like Wax before him flow.
He from their Seats with Ease the Mountains spurns
And in his Wrath aspiring Hills o'erturns.
He makes the Earth warp from its ancient place
And wrests its trembling Pillars from their Base.
By him rebuk'dthe Sun withdraws his Light
And Stars lie hidseal'd up with suddain Night.
He the wide Heav'ns transparent Curtain spreads
And on the Sea's unstable Billows treads.
He gives Arcturus and Orion Light
And bids the Pleiades adorn the Night.
Hell all its dark Dominions to him shows
Death and Destruction their sad Spoils disclose.
He rais'd the Southern Spheresand bid them rowl
In unmolested Order round their Pole.
His Word suspends the Earthand stretches forth
Above the empty Voidthe Frozen North.
The Constellations shine at his Command
He form'd their radiant Orbsand with his Hand
He weigh'dand put them off with such a Force
As might preserve an Everlasting Course.
This mighty Kingwhose Universal Sway
Thisand the spacious Worlds aboveobey;
Encompass'd with a vast Abyss of Light
And mounds of Glory of excessive height
Do's still unseenand unmolested dwell
Conceal'd in Splendor Inaccessible.
With perfect Wisdom he all Nature guides
And Empires to precarious Kings divides.
Who while he pleases wear th' Imperial Crown
And when he pleases lay their Scepter down.
Princes by Himand mighty Monarchs Reign
Justice Decreeand all their Laws ordain.
He first unsheaths the Swordthen bids it go
And make a sinful Land Heav'n's Vengeance know.
The glitt'ring Spoiler not to be withstood
Triumphs in Woundsand Deathand reeks in Blood.
Enthron'don slaughter'd Heaps the Tyrant reigns
And spreads with ghastly Spoils the Crimson Plains.
Where the red Glutton labours to asswage
With bloody Riot his insatiate Rage.
Thus while the high Divine Commission lasts
Realms to Destruction doom'dth' bright Destroyer wasts:
But when th' Almighty bids the Spoiler stand
He stops his Courseand owns the great Command.
He choaks th' Infernal Throat of Howling War
And the black Mouths of Horror and Despair.
All Martial NoiseUproarand Tumultcease
Husht by the soft melodious Voice of Peace.
Long war-like Spears are chang'd for Shepherds Crooks
And Swords and Shields for Spades' and pruning Hooks.
The Woolly Flocks again adorn the Hills
And Rural Care the busy Vally fills.
The grisly shapes of Death and Terror gone
New Life and Joy the smiling Regions crown.
So when a black Tempestuous Night is past
In which loud Winds have lofty Tow'rs defac'd
The Mountains rentand laid the Forrest wast
This strife the Morn composes with her Charms
And all the fighting Elements disarms.
A joyful Peace succeeds this Stormy War
And calms the troubled Empire of the Air.
The Sun's bright Beams the reeking Meads adorn
And chearful Lab'rers to their toil return.
He in set bounds do's wild Ambition keep
And to her say'sas to the raging Deep
Here stop before the Bars which I have laid.
Here shall thy proud insulting Waves be staid
They strive in vain these Banks to overflow
Thus far they shallbut shall no farther go.
The Fate of Empires flow from his Command
And all the Hearts of Kings are in his hand.
Which by his skill are guided and inclin'd
Ends to promote those Princes ne'er design'd.
Sometimes he raises by a mighty hand
Tyrannic Monsters to Supream Command
At once to ruleand scourge a Sinful Land.
Who like the Prince of Darkness to asswage
Infernal Maliceand to cloy their Rage
Furys and bloody Ministers employ
Mankind with various Torments to destroy.
These mighty Nimrods eager of their Food
Hunt down Mankind and bath themselves in Blood.
Kingdoms with Desolation they deface
And in their Rage extirpate Adam's Race.
Then if the Guilty their Defection mourn
And back to Vertue's Heav'nly Path return
If humble Prayer and penitential Crys
With sacred Violence invade the Skys
Which are the only Gyants that assail
The Throne of Heav'nand in the War prevail
For Heav'n and Earth together still repent
This of its Guiltthat of the Punishment;
Th' Almighty's Bowels mov'd within him turn
And in his Breast mild flames of Mercy burn.
His Heart with soft Compassion melted flows
And he Decrees to ease that Nation's Woes.
Then do's he cause some Hero to arise
Some mighty LeaderValiant Just and Wise
Some Moses JoshuaJepthaConstantine
Some pious Hercules of Race divine
Some Arthur or some Branch of Arthur's Line.
For this great Race with numerous Heros stor'd
Always some great Deliverer will afford.
These he enjoyns the Monsters to invade
And to support them gives his constant aid.
These from the Earth Tyrannic Spoilers chase
The great Reproach and Plague of Humane Race.
These Ministers of Heav'n midst loud applause
Restore ReligionRightand antient Laws.
Then fruitful Peace spreads out her brooding Wings
And her bright train of Blessings Justice brings.
All freed from Violence and War-like noise
Beneath their Fig-tree and their Vine rejoyce.
These Hero's from above derive the Fire
And Force Divinethat dos their Breasts inspire.
The God-like Vigour and th' Immortal Ray
That breaks so brightly thro' their purer Clay
Kind Heav'n bestows; to form a noble Mind
For great Events and mighty Deeds design'd.
And from the glorious Fountain whence it came
Divine Supplys must feed the Hero's Flame.
And when their Arms attempt Illustrious Deeds
Assisted from above their Sword succeeds.
Their Safety springs from Heav'n's peculiar Care
And from its Aid their Laurels gain'd in War.
The Lord of Hosts dos in the Battel spread
His spacious Shield above his Favorite's Head.
He in the Army's Front dos still appear
And shakes from far his vast Almighty Spear.
He whets his glitt'ring Swordprepares his Bow
And shoots his fatal Shafts amidst the Foe.
What certain Triumph may those Chiefs expect
Whose Arms Omnipotence dos thus Protect?
The strong the Batteland the Swift the Race
May often gainbut not of Rightbut Grace.
He often his controuling Power to show
Bestows the Victory on the Weakand Slow.
He often in the subtile Net ensnares
The crafty Statesmanwhich himself prepares.
He turns their Counsels into Foolishness
And makes the Wise their Ignorance Confess
Some slightbut unexpected Incident
Cast in by himshall all their Schemes prevent.
Proud Monarchswho on numerous Troops rely
And neighb'ring States united force defy
He's often pleas'd as Captives to bestow
On their much Weakertho' successful Foe
He do's their Pride by their Defeat upbraid
And shows no Power is great without his Aid.
The Fall of Kingdoms is by him decreed
And from his Will Events of War proceed.
He strikes Amazement thro a Campand then
Shrubs on the Hills appear like Armed Men.
A Flight of Birdsor else a murm'ring Breeze
Shaking the tops of neighb'ring Mulb'ry Trees
When Consternation has prepar'd the Ear
Like mighty Hosts upon their March appear
Or rapid Torrents which from Mountains gush
Or raging Armys that to battel rush.
They think the Earthso fear perswades themfeels
Steeds trampling Hoofsand brazen Chariot Wheels.
When none pursue th' affrighted Cohorts fly
Fear finds them Wingsthat found the Enemy.
Against themselves he can their Swords employ
And by their mutual Wounds an Host destroy.
He can their stoutest Chiefs and Legions scare
With clouds in Warriours shapeand Steeds of Air
With glaring Meteorsand Fantastic War.
A slight mistake can valiant Troops defeat
Or groundless Fame oblige them to retreat.
He can his Stars his glitt'ring Host above
Draw out in bright Arrayand make them move
In radiant Lines of War to Charge the Foe
And on them deadly Influence to throw.
All his Arm'd Elements in Battel stand
Eager t'engageand Fight at his Command.
His Airy TroopsWindsRainand Snowand Hail
Heav'ns signal giv'nthe trembling Foe assail.
He by a thousand ways can make appear
How weak Man's Powerhow vain his Counsels are.
He can of Insects raise a mighty Host
That shall invade his Foes best guarded Coast.
These wing'd Battalions muster in the Sky
And rang'd in Battel round his Standard fly.
Raw Vapours he can ListCorruption Arm
And raise from every Hedge a war-like swarm.
With Worms and Flys he can Commissions trust
And for new Levys can impress the Dust.
He can of Frogs a croaking Army form
That shall their Bulwarks Scaletheir Castles Storm
That through their Cedar Palaces shall stalk
And thro' their Rooms of State in Triumph walk.
All these the Lord of Nature can employ
And by their force his haughty Foes annoy.
But this he need not dounless to show
How many ways he can destroy the Foe.
For he th' Angelic Armys can Command
Who to observe his nodObsequious stand
Arm'd with Celestial Swords all bright and keen
As that which o'er Jerusalem was seen
When in the Air the fierce Destroyer stood
Reeking in Slaughterand distain'd with Blood.
These on the Foewhen the high Order's giv'n
Can draw down all th' Artillery of Heav'n.
They such destructive Weapons can Employ
As in a moment will Great Hosts destroy.
Believe that Heav'n engages on your Side
Will aid your Arms and humble Gallia's Pride.
Believe your Swords drawn in the Almighty's Cause
Will Conquest Winand meet a loud Applause.
Great Armacan whose Breast Prophetic Fire
Descending from above did oft inspire
Whose venerable Words our Isle believ'd
And as divine Predictions still receiv'd
A famous Prophecy has left behind
Of Woes against Lutetia's Sons design'd.
Wherein it clearly do's appear that you
Are rais'd by Heav'n Lutetia to subdue.
Your certain Hopes of Conquest to create
At large the Prophecy I'll now relate.
Make hastto all the loftiest Mountains fly
From whose aspiring Tops amidst the Sky
You may the Regions all around survey
Aloft the waving Banner there display.
Aloft th' Almighty's Royal Sandard rear
Spread out the War-like Ensigns thro' the Air
And let the bloody Flag denounce the War.
Then call aloud to all the Countrys round
And fill the wide Horizon with the sound.
Call with a mighty Voice that may alarm
The Realms beneathand make the Nations Arm.
That all may hasten to the noble toyl
To easy Conquestbut to Wealthy Spoil.
My sanctify'dmy Chosen Chiefand all
My mighty Warrioursand my Captains call.
Call all my Generalsand my Legions forth
The Ministers of my avenging Wrath.
A mighty Racethat by their Arms design
Not their own Glory to promotebut mine.
Harkwhat a mighty noise the Mountain fills
How loud it Ecchoes from Contiguous Hills?
How do's the Clamor and tumultuous Sound
Of marchingArmys from the Sky rebound?
What gath' ring Clouds advanceand bring from far
The heavy Tempest of Impending War?
What confluent Multitudeswhat numerous Troops
O'erspread the Hillsand crown the Mountains tops?
How fierce they look? how bright their Arms appear?
How wide a Front of War how deep a Rear?
The God of Armys do's his Power display
And draws his dreadful Battel in Array.
On high they musterand with martial Grace
In long Review before their General pass.
Embattled Squadrons swarm upon the Plain
T'attend th' Almighty in his great Campaign.
The glorious Leader grasps his Sword and Shield
And with his war-like Myriads takes the Field.
Ah! Mourn Lutetia let thy sorrows grow
Boundless and vastas thy approaching Woe.
Break open all thy secret stores of Grief
Exhaust thy Weeping Springshope no Relief
Torments pursue thee which exceed Belief.
Let Grief and Anguish reign with lawless sway;
For this proud City is thy dismal Day
This is thy Fatal and Surprizing Hour
When Heav'n will vast destruction on thee pour.
These storms of Vengeance which the Skys o'erspread
Shall be discharg'd on thy aspiring Head.
These mighty Preparations all are made
With dreadful War thy Empire to invade.
Now Sorrows unexpressible are felt
And in their Breasts the Hearts of Warriours melt.
Ghastly Distraction do's each Soul possess
And strange Amazement all their looks confess.
Never such wild and hideous shapes of Fear
Never such finish'd Horror did appear.
The miserable World could never show
So exquisite a Grief and such excess of Woe.
Gigantic TerrorsAnguish and Despair
And shiv'ringhowling Fears the City scare.
What Agonys of Grief Lutetia shows
Suddainand strong as Womens Labour-Throws!
How she bewails her Fateand well she may
For now draws nigh th' Almighty's wrathful Day.
How sad a Day? what Storms of Vengeance rise?
What black Destruction gathers in the Skies?
Ohinauspicious Day! amazing Sight!
OhDay more dreadful than the blackest Night!
Seehow th' Almighty comeswith how much hast
He marches on to lay Lutetia wast?
Markin his Eyes what vengeful Fury glows?
What angry Clouds hang on his frowning brows?
How keen his Sword? how terrible his Shield?
What temper'd Light'nings do's the Conquerour weild?
How vast his Host? how bright their Armor shines?
How long the Order of th' Embattled Lines?
How great this Day is whenwith Sword in hand
Th' Almighty marches to destroy thy Land;
Thy lofty WallsLutetia to surround
And level thy proud Turrets with the ground?
Th' affrighted Stars retreat into the Sky
And from Heav'n's brow and outmost Frontier fly
Unable to preserve their Postsand view
The bloody Labour ready to ensue.
The Planets starting at the dismal Sight
Forsake their Orbsand wander far in Night.
The Sun so long to woful Sights inur'd
Owns this is worse than e'er he yet endur'd.
For he no sooner from the East displays
O'er all th' Etherial Fields his golden Rays
But strait he startlesand do's backwards run
And of its Light defrauds the sick'ning Moon.
Against th Unjust th' Almighty do's declare
Against th' wicked he advances War.
He'll from the Earth this impious Race destroy
And with their Slaughter will his Fury cloy.
He'll give his ravening Sword their Flesh for Food
And make his thirsty Arrows drunk with Blood.
He from their Thrones will haughty Princes thrust
And roll their awful Purple in the Dust.
The Proud and Mighty who the Earth Oppress
His Justice by their Ruin shall Confess.
Such Universal Woesuch Misery
Such shall th' unheard of Desolation be
That Men with strict enquiry must be sought
Grown fearceas Gems from farthest India brought.
Precious and rare as Ophir's <blandx.htm>Golden Oar
Or purest Pearl from wanton Asia's Shore.
How hard 'twill be to find a Man's abode
And when 'tis found he'll be with Wonder show'd
The strangest Savage that frequents the Wood.
With Nails o'ergrownwild Looksand matted Hair
He'll sculk in Cavesor wander in Despair.
And if by chance a roaming Beast of Prey
Shall meet him in his solitary Way
He'll wonder at a Monster so unknown
And yield himself by the Man-Beast out-done.
When God in Fury wields his deadly Sword
Nature to see the Terrors of it's Lord
Amaz'dand frighted to its Centreshakes
Forgets her Dutyand her Course forsakes.
His Wrath o'erturns the Mountains rocking Heaps
And the scar'd Earth from its strong Basis leaps.
The trembling World's distorted Pillars crack
And high above prevailing Chaos back
The Poles stand up to point out Nature's Wreck.
As when a Roe do's on the Hills appear
Chas'd by the Dogsand his own swifter fear
O'er Woods and Lawns he tripslight as the Wind
And leaves his Foestho' not his Fears behind.
So shall thy Sons to Foreign Climates take
Their hasty flightand thy vext Soil forsake.
In distant Realms they'll thy Destruction mourn
But ne'er to this accursed Land return.
As scatter'd Sheep without a Shepherd stray
Expos'd to every Ravening Beast a Prey
So shall thy Children o'er the Mountains roam
NakedDistrestwithout a Guide or Home.
None to the straggling Fugitives shall show
The least Compassion to asswage their Woe.
A thousand ways they'll from Destruction fly
And by a thousand various Terrors dy.
Those who remain about her shall afford
A bloody Harvest to the raging Sword.
All her Adherents in this fatal Hour
Which either lov'd her Goldor fear'd her Power
In her Distress Lutetia shall forsake
Lest of her Cup of Vengeance they partake.
Those who before her Majesty ador'd
Proclaim'd her Praisesand her Aid implor'd
Of her Destruction shall Spectators stand
And pointand sayis this the fruitful Land?
This the great City so ador'd of late?
What an amazing Turn is this of Fate!
Where are her Walls and lofty Pillars? where
Her Towers that shone so glorious in the Air?
Where all her gilded Battlements and Spires
Whose Height and Light outvy'd the Heav'nly Fires?
Where is her Tyrian Pompher Robes of state?
Where the high Courts where she in Judgment sate?
Those who enslav'd themselves for Gallic Gold
Betray'd their Trustand native Country sold
Who still with zeal her Praises did proclaim
And with their Guilt advanc'd Lutetia's Fame
Shall in Lutetia's Desolation fall
While they in vain for her Protection call.
How will the envious Race with Malice burst
How will th' Anointed of the Lord be curst
By their black mouthswhen with his mighty Host
He marches on to proud Lutetia's Coast?
What anguish will they feel? what shiv'ring Fear
When they the Briton's mighty Triumphs hear?
When he shall pull their Gallic Idol down
And spreading Laurels shall his temples Crown.
The Lord of Hosts shall call his Armys forth
Enroll his Troops and Muster in the North.
He shall his Warriours from Britannia bring
Led on to Triumph by their mighty King.
With these the War-like Nations shall combine
That come from Alba's Banksand drink the Rhine.
This valiant Hostth' Almighty will engage
On Gallia's Soil to execute his Rage.
Vig'rous their Limbs and roughly great their Mind
Patient of Labourand for War design'd.
All great in Armsall men of mighty Name
Not Wealth and Spoil but Conquest is their Aim.
The nobly slight rich Ophir's Golden vein
And look on Silver Heaps with just disdain.
These to Lutetia's Walls their Arms advance
To humble and correct her Arrogance.
The tender Offspring of the Womb shall dy
And dash'd to pieces on the Pavement ly.
Th' Inexorable Sword around shall rage
Without distinction made of Sex or Age.
The fierce Destroyer shall thy Nobles meet
And lay thy Youth in heaps in every street.
Children shall trembling to their Father fly
And at his feet shall by the Javelin dy.
Scar'd Infants cling about the Mothers neck
And on the Invader look with Horror back
But stab'd within her Arms they fill with blood
The Parent's Bosom whence it lately flow'd.
Affrighted Maids th' insulting Foe to shun
To screaming Mothers for Protection run
But neither earnest Crysnor Youthful Charms
Can melt th' Invaderand Arrest his Arms.
The CruelDeafand Unrelenting Spear
Shall not Compassion's tender Accents hear
Or mov'd by MercyYouth or Beauty spare.
Thou mighty CityGaul's Imperial Head
Which hast so Wide thy Fame and Conquests spred
And in proud Triumph Captive Princes led
Which as an Empress hast been long renown'd
Enrich'd with Spoilswhich Power and Plenty crown'd
Thy Day's at handthy fatal Hour is come
That brings at last th' Irrevocable Doom.
The British King his Royal Standard reers
See where his Host upon the Hills appears.
He shall abase thy Pridethy slaves release
Revenge her Wrongs and give Europa Peace.
He shall thy strong and deep Foundations raze
And on thy Ruins build Immortal Praise.
Thy lofty Towers that with Majestic Pride
In Height and Glory with each other vy'd.
Which their aspiring Heads before did thrust
Amidst the Clouds now hide them in the Dust:
They in their broken Arms each other take
And ghastly Friendship in Destruction make.
High Roofs of Cedar from Assyria brought
Rare Statues all by ancient Masters wrought
Dishes of massy Silver high embost
And Marble Pillars from Ausonia's Coast
Tables inlaid amazing to behold
Mucovian Furrsand India's purest Gold
Sydonian <blandx.htm> Luxuryand wealth Immense
Engross'd with wondrous careand vast expence.
These mingled by Lutetia's fall shall meet
And spread with noble Rubbish every Street.
In after times thou'lt be with wonder show'd
Magnificent in heapsin Ruin proud.
'Twill Learning be thy Monuments to know
And those thought Wise who thy Remains can show.
Grave Antiquarys shall the Traveller lead
Around the Heapsand on thy Reliques read.
They'l pointand to th' admiring Stranger cry
Seeyonder where those lofty Ruins ly
There stood Lutetia's King's Imperial Seat
Amazing thennow in Destruction Great.
Delicious Gardens on th' inclining Side
Of that fair Hill display'd their flowry Pride.
What Labyrinths of everlasting Green
What lovely Walks adorn'd that Heav'nly Scene.
Fountains of wondrous Art did ever flow
And high into the Air their Waters throw.
Statues that Skill Inimitable show'd
In beauteous order on the Terras stood:
They stood indeed but yet such Life did show
Spectators wonder'd why they did not go.
How sweet a Shade Confederate Trees did spread
Raising to Heav'n but one continued Head.
There a Canala noble Flood contain'd
Which from reluctant Nature Art had gain'd
Where Boats of Pleasure pass'd along the Shores
With Silken Pendantsand with gilded Oars.
Elastic Engines wrought with wondrous Skill
And mighty Costrais'd Waters to the Hill
Which first the Fountains fill'dand then below
Did all collected in the Channel flow.
Nowas you seethe wild neglected Field
Do's only Thorny Shrubs and Thistles yield.
Now view the Reliques of that pompous Arch
Thro' which King Salmo did in Triumph march
Upon the Stones you may with Horror see
Th' Inscriptionsand audacious Blasphemy
With which to flatter his enormous Pride
Court Sycophants their Monarch Deify'd.
There see the Baths and Aqueductsand there
See where the Dome its lofty Head did reer.
This shallproud Citybe thy dismal State
The next to Sodom's and Gomorrah's Fate:
The Shepherd's shall not here their Tents extend
Nor in their Folds their bleating Flocks defend.
The Savage Kind shall their old Haunts forsake
And in this wilder Seat their Refuge take.
The Serpents in thy Cedar Rooms shall ly
And o'er thy Heaps shall hissing Dragons fly.
In thy gilt Rooms shall rest th' ill-boding Owl
And Wolves within thy Palaces shall howl.
About thy Streets the ravening Bear shall stray
And in thy Courts her unshap'd Whelps shall lay.
The Lyon shall possess thy Prince's Throne
The next Apartment shall the Panther own.
The Tyger here his Residence shall make
And there the Leopard shall his Lodging take.
The Bittern midst thy mossy Heaps shall cry
Vultures and all the Pyrates of the Sky
To this amazing Wilderness shall fly.
All Beasts and Birds of Prey shall hither come
That beat the Airor thro' the Forest roam:
A dire Conventionyet a milder Race
Than what before possest this Cruel place.
NowValiant Britonsyou may clearly see
Your Arms are meant in this great Prophecy.
You are th' Almighty's Chiefshis Chosen Host
By him drawn out t'invade Lutetia's Coast.
Success and Triumph to your Arms belong
Play but the Menand for your God be strong.
Now let your Valour and resistless Sword
Shew that you fight the Battel of the Lord.
Who in Compassion to Britannia's Fate
The Mighty Arthur rais'd to save her State.
Heby this God-like Moses set you free
From your hard Tasksand Marks of Slavery.
And by a thousand various Wonders wrought
The British Youth from heavy Bondage brought.
See where your war-like Joshua ready stands
To lead your Troops to Vanquish Pagan Lands.
Advance then to Correct the Gallic Pride
Arthur has Godand Vict'ry on his side.
He ceas'd. The Captains to their Tents retir'd
With Caledon's Seraphic Tongue inspir'd
A martial Heat did in their Bosoms glow
And all impatient seem'd t'engage the Foe.
Soon as the rising Sun's victorious Light
Had Scal'dand pass'd the gloomy Mounds of Night.
The British Partys who to beat the Road
And gain Intelligence were sent abroad
Returning to the Camp did Tydings bring
That as Commanded by the Gallic King
His Cavalry advanc'd at distance lay
Off from the Footand Arbel did obey.
Clotar himself did with the Foot remain
Which lay encamp'd on rich Lutetia's Plain.
Then did King Arthur let his Captains know
That he the Horse would Lead and Charge the Foe
Commanding that the Foot with utmost speed
Should onward march to share the glorious Deed.
Great Arthur with Heroic Ardor warm'd
His Weapons took and for the Battel Arm'd.
Round his strong Legs he made his Pieces fast
With Silver Studdsand Golden Buttons grac'd.
Then did he lace his polish'd Helmet on
Which with distinguish'd wondrous brightness shone.
A noble Plume did his high Crest adorn
Fair as the Morning Staror as the Morn.
A Purple Scarflike mild Aurora's pride
Enrich'd with Golden Tassels grac'd his Side.
Nextlike the Moon at fullhis spacious Shield
Blaz'd on his Arm and dazled all the Field.
As Forges full of melted Oar by night
Appear at distance to the Travellers sight
Where brawny Smith besmear'd with Smoke and Sweat.
For Ships of War unweildy Anchors beat.
So did the Warriour's Burnish'd Buckler glow
And such fierce Light did from the Metal flow.
His mighty Fauchion which of all the Field
Two of the strongest Chiefs could scarcely weild
Whose fatal Edge so many Heros felt
Hung down suspended in his glorious Belt.
Then his long Spear he took which in his hand
When firmly grip'd shook like an Osier wand.
As when a Cyclops <blandx.htm>with his pondrous Sledge
On the hard Anvil strikes a flaming Wedge
When he designs the malleable mass
Shall into some Capacious Caldron pass
The fiery Dust at every blow that flys
And glaring Light vex the Spectator's Eyes.
The Briton's Arms shone thus excessive bright
Darted keen Glances and uneasy Light
And tho' his Glory pleas'dit pain'd the Sight.
While thus the Monarch Arm'dhis noble Steed
Sprung from Britannic mixt with Thracian<blandx.htm> Breed
Praunc'd in the Negro's handand tost around
His generous Foam that Whiten'd all the ground.
In his hot Mouth he champt the Golden Bit
And paw'd the Vally with his thund'ring Feet.
The King advanc'dand in his Martial Heat
Mounting the Steedand leaping cross the Seat
Such was the clanking of his Arms as made
By the surprize his starting Friends affraid.
The fiery Beast Impatient of the Rein
CurvetedBounc'dand Bounded o'er the Plain.
The Eagle scarcely flew so swift and strong
When she to Heav'nas ancient Poets sung
From Ætna's Cavesand Vulcan's fiery Store
Hot Thunderboltsand vengeful Light'ning bore.
Thus the swift Courser pastand thro' the Air
Did on his back the glorious Tempest bear.
Next Osor General of the British Horse
In order follow'dArthur's rapid Course.
Then Noble Clovis warm with martial Heat
Advanc'd his great Atchievements to repeat.
Now all the Squadrons from the Camp were pour'd
All bold in Arms and to the Field inur'd.
The Trumpet's cheerful Voice the Region fills
Redoubled by the Rocks and ecchoing Hills.
The Heav'ns with Arms and war-like noise resound
And fiery Coursers shake the trembling Ground.
Thick Clouds of Smoke and Foam around e'm fly
And rising Fogs of Dust obscure the Sky.
Soon Albion's Monarch with his speedy Course
Came within prospect of King Clotar's Horse.
The numerous Squadrons rang'd in Battel stood
And look'd at distance like an Iron Wood.
As when a gathering Tempest do's arise
With sullen Browand slowly mounts the Skys
The Stygian Vapours from their Caves repair
To the black Rendezvous amidst the Air.
Th' embattled Clouds in gloomy Throngs ascend
And cross the Sky their dreadful Front extend.
So thick the Franks appear'd along the Plain
Ready th' invading Briton to sustain.
A Grove of Lances o'er the Region spreads
With Bucklers intermixt and burnish'd Heads.
As when some famous Master Engineer
Such as great Ricar and Becano are
A Triumph for some Conqueror do's prepare.
Bright RocketsSerpentsStars of Nitre rise
And mingling Fires Inlighten all the Skys.
Proud Pyramids aloft to Heav'n aspire
Adorn'd with Wreathing Flamesand Laurels all of Fire.
So now the Air shone bright with Helms and Spears
With CorsletsShieldsand plated Cuirassiers.
Arbel who ne'er was Conscious yet of fear
Soon as he saw the British Troops appear.
Pleas'd with th' important Danger of the day
Resolv'd th' advancing Briton's Course to stay;
And as a prudent Gen'ral did prepare
His numerous Squadrons to receive the War.
He rode thro' all the Regiments and Ranks
To animate and cheer th' Embattled Franks.
Then the great Leader in the Center stood
And to the Troops around him cry'd aloud
On youbrave MenYour Prince has still rely'd
Sure of your Faith and Courage often try'd.
What mighty Warriours have you overcome?
What Captive Princes brought in Triumph home?
What wonders have your Arms in Battel done
What wealthy Spoils from vanquish'd Nations won?
You've by the glorious Fields which you have fought
Not only kept what your great Fathers got
But have by humbling Neighb'ring Monarchs Pride
Extended Gallia's Empire far and wide.
You have the Power of distant Kingdoms broke
And on their Necks impos'd the Gallic Yoke.
You have your martial fame and terror spred
And all Europa's Youth your Ensigns dread.
What Heros ever could your Arms resist?
When have your Squadrons foughtand Conquest mist?
Arthur 'tis truedid once some Troops defeat
But must not think his Vict'ry to repeat.
The plying Infantry by giving Way
The great Disorder caus'd that lost the Day.
You never were engag'dyou ne'er could show
The Fire with which you us'd to Charge the Foe.
Clotar on you his Cavalry relys
And by your Arms the British Power defys.
'Tis by the Cavalry the Franks have done
Their mighty Deedsand gain'd their chief Renown.
Your Valour must determine Gallia's Fate
You are the Bulwarkthat protects her State.
Who can withstandbrave Menthe fatal Sword
Of Vet'ran Troops to Conquest long inur'd?
What Danger is so greatwhat Task so hard
That can the Triumphs of such Troops retard?
Scarce had he ended when his Courser's Flanks
The Briton gor'dand Sprung amidst the Ranks.
His first projected Spear Bermondo slew
Piercing his CuirassShieldand Body thro':
Drunk with the Wound which inwardly did bleed
The giddy Frank sat tottering on his Steed.
The Courser's Reins fell from his feeble hand
Then down he headlong felland prest the Sand.
Next to the sight strong Osbal did advance
But in his Breast receiv'd the Briton's Lance.
As Thunder struck from Heav'nthe mighty Gaul
Fell downand shook the Vally with his fall.
The Conq'ring Briton o'er his Body rode
And deep into the Sand his reeking Entrails trod.
Stout Monlac next stood in the Briton's way
And proudly hop'd the Victor's Course to stay.
Thro' his right Eye the Monarch's Weapon past
And pierc'd his Skull which steel in vain encas'd.
He tumbled from his Seatand on the ground
He felt his Life departing from his Wound.
Then by Garontes cast a mighty Spear
Cut thro' the downy Bosom of the Air:
Against the Conquering King it took it's Course
But in his Buckler spent it's dying Force.
Garontes wheeling off had strait retir'd
But that the King with Indignation fir'd
Flew to the Chargeand with an oblique stroke
His mighty Fauchion thro' the Helmet broke.
He did his Mouth from Ear to Ear divide
And from the Wound gush'd out a reeking Tyde.
His sever'd Jaw depending ghastly show'd
And from his Throat he Cough'd up Teeth and Blood.
He felland while he lay in torturing Pain
Hot Coursers trod to Mire his Head and Brain.
Onvil advanc'd the Briton to repel
But on his Crest the mighty Fauchion fell.
The noble stroke did the strong Captain stun
Who dropt his Swordand Shieldand in a Swoon
A while lay sensless on his Courser's Main
Then felland lay stretcht out amidst the Slain.
Martel who still the hottest Battel sought
And from the Combate frequent Laurels brought
Advanc'd the Monarch's progress to arrest
And hurl'd his massy Spear against his Breast.
On Arthur's temper'd Shield the Weapon broke
In pieces flewand lost the furious stroke.
The King incens'dflew on t'ingage the Foe
And at his Neck discharg'd a mighty Blow.
Off leap'd the Headand murm'ring flew away
Then gasping in the Dustand twinkling lay.
So swiftly did the sev'ring Fauchion go
So quickso strongso suddain was the Blow
That still the Trunktho' of the Head depriv'd
Preserv'd its Seatand scarce the loss perceiv'd:
A while a ghastly Prospect there it staid
And from the Neck the bloody Fountains play'd
Which high into the Air their Purple Streams convey'd
Then down it tumbledand amidst the Dead
Lay at a distance from the sever'd Head.
Next Oroban who grew in Battel bold
Because the Augur when consulted told
That from the War he should Victorious come
And chase from Gallia's Coast the Britons home;
Oppos'd the Kingbut th' unexpected Steel
The wounded Frank did in his Bosom feel.
Approaching Fate he did in vain resist
Dying he felland curst the lying Priest.
The Monarch then sprang forward to Assail
Lansac confiding in his Coat of Mail.
The Fauchion thro' the Coat soon passage found
His Shoulder cleftand made a ghastly Wound.
The fainting Gaul fell headlong from his seat
And lay extended at the Courser's feet.
Then thus the Pious King the Frank bespoke
At last thy Crimes have met th' avenging stroke.
How many Christians has thy Savage hand
Rack'd and destroy'dpleas'd with thy Lord's Command?
No Tormentsno Destruction could asswage
Thy thirst of Bloodand Persecuting Rage.
Think on the Arts thy Malice did invent
T'afflict the Poorand vex the Innocent.
Now thou must suffer for th' atrocious Guilt
For all the Blood thy impious hand has spilt.
Then his bright Spear he thro' his Body thrust
Spur'd on his Steedand crush'd him in the Dust.
Torbet stood nextdistinguish'd from the rest
Both by his gaudy Armsand Priestly Vest.
But when he saw th' advancing Conqueror near
And ready to discharge his massy Spear
He from th' Invader turn'd his Courser's head
And from the dreadful danger would have fled.
But then desparing to escape by Flight
And yet affraid to undertake the Fight
Trembling and Pale with fear himself he threw
At Arthur's Feetand thus for Life did sue.
Pitygreat Princeas well as Courage show
And turn from Torbet's head your fatal Blow.
My Death alass can no Applauses move
Nor can my worthless Life e'er Dang'rous prove.
A Priest I ambut never did perswade
With Fire and Sword the Christians to invade.
I ne'er did Clotar's Cruelty Commend
But thought such Deeds Heav'n's Vengeance would attend.
I still Compassion to the Sufferers shew'd
And ne'er my hands in Christian blood embru'd.
He said. The King the trembling Coward left
By his own Fears almost of Life bereft.
Then Bramar trusting to his mighty Force
Came boldly on t'oppose the Monarch's Course.
Proudly he rein'd his generousmilk-white Steed
As Thracian boldswift as Iberian Breed.
The Briton's Spear aim'd at his shining Crest
Missing the Rider struck the prauncing Beast
And entring deep lay buried in his Chest.
He on his hinder Feet himself did rear
And with the foremost paw'dand beat the Air;
Then on the ground he felland with his fall
The groaning Courser crush'd the war-like Gaul.
Arthur advanc'dand gave the fatal Wound;
The Weapon fixt the Body to the ground.
At Dagbert nextand Marodel he flew
The first his Spearthe last his Fauchion slew:
This split the Brainthat with a furious stroke
The Warriour's Ankle-bone to Splinters broke.
Then Cossan AldarMolanSarabel
Aranda Clobar and Elviran fell.
As when loud Boreas blows his stiffest Gales
To swell some War-like Ship's expanded Sails
Driv'n with the furious Wind the Vessel braves
The foaming Troopsand thick embattled Waves.
O'er Billows thronging Heads the Victor rides
Cuts thro'and all the watry Host divides.
With equal Force the Valiant Briton flew
Amidst the Ranksand charg'd as swiftly thro'.
Osor mean time broke thro' th' opposing Franks
And bravely plung'd amidst the thickest Ranks.
Great Shabron's Head his fatal Fauchion cleft
And on the ground th' expiring Pagan left.
T'engage the Briton Rimon did advance;
But in his Buckler broke th' unprosperous Lance.
Osor incens'd advanc'd to Charge the Foe
Pois'd his long Spear and pierc'd his Body thro'.
The Pagan sinking backward lost the Rein
The affrighted steed ran wild across the Plain
And dropt the dying Frank amidst the Slain.
Next the brave Warriour did his Javelin throw
At Ulna's Breastwhich tho' it mist the Foe
The glittering point his Steed's right Eye-ball past
And stuck within the bloody Orbit fast.
High in the Air he rosethen to the ground
He backward fellexpiring with the wound.
Struck Breathless with the Fallthe noble Frank
Lay with his Shoulders on the Courser's Flank.
Quick to the ground the Briton from his Seat
With ardor leap'dhis Conquest to compleat.
He laid his left Hand on the Warriour's Crest
And with his right Hand stab'd him in the Breast.
Then Andolan of Ammon's noble Line
Born on the flowry Banks of Silver Sein
Spur'd his hot Steedand griping fast his Spear
Ran at the Briton with a full Career.
Illustrious Osor ne'er to fear inur'd
T'engage the Frank his Courser onward spur'd.
Then with a mighty shock the Coursers met
Dismounting both the Riders from their Seat.
So when two Ships their Contest to decide
In rude Rencounters meet upon the Tide
No more the Sailors can their Decks maintain
But with the Shock are forc'd into the Main.
Their feet recover'dsoon the Champions drew
Their flashing Bladesand to the Combate flew.
Forwards stretcht out they did their Bodys bend
And with uplifted Shields their Heads defend.
Vast strokes were now discharg'd on either side
Strokes that with ease would unarm'd Limbs divide.
Their Armour was deform'd with numerous dints
And their bruis'd Bucklers shew'd the Fauchions prints.
For Conquest long the Captains did contend
And in vast strokes their Martial Vigour spend.
Still both the Combatants maintain'd their ground
Neither had givennor yet receiv'd a Wound.
At last their Strength with equal honour spent
To end the noble Combate both consent.
The valiant Chiefs in friendly manner part
Praising each other's Strengtheach other's Art.
The generous Briton to the Gallic Lord
Did for a present give a famous Sword.
The Haft an Agate was from India brought
Where inlaid Treesand Birds by Nature wrought
Appear'd distinct and fairas Ants and Bees
Kill'd and Entomb'd in drops from Amber Trees.
With their best Skill Iberian Masters made
Of purest temper'd Steel the faithful Blade.
The ample Scabbard which the Sword did hold
Shone bright with glitt'ring Gems and Studs of Gold.
This Sword Nazaleod from rich Colmar won
When he the Saxon slew with great renown
And his rich Spoils midst loud Applauses brought
From the fam'd Battel at Gallena fought:
The Sword Nazaleod to great Osor gave
Whose Arms did once his Life in Battel save.
The noble Frank a Saddle did present
Glorious with Gemswith Work magnificent.
The Pummel was an Ivory Lyon's Head
That fiercly grin'das those in Lybia bred.
The Seat rich Crimson Velvet cover'd o'er
Like that exported from Liguria's <blandx.htm>Shore.
Th' embroader'd Skirts were all with Gold besmear'd
Where Figures wrought with curious Art appear'd.
A Leopard's Skin th' appending Housing was
From Afric broughtand grac'd with Silver Paws.
Elsewhere brave Clovis did the Foe pursue
And first his massy Spear at Ortan threw.
The temper'd Shield could not it's Force Arrest
It pass'd the Plys and pierc'd the Warriour's Breast.
The secret Springs of Life the Weapon found
And broke them open with a fatal Wound.
The Spear fixt in his Breastsome time he hung
And with his left hand to the Saddle clung
But with his Right held fast the Courser's Main
And thus a while his Body did sustain.
But Death unstrung his Nervesand loos'd his hold
Then in the Sand th' expiring Captain roll'd.
Then with his Battel Ax great Clovis flew
At Maronac and cleft his Shoulder thro'.
Down on the Ground the Arm dis-joynted dropt
As a great Limb falls from a Poplar lopt.
Strait the dismember'd Frank a fearful Sight
Wheel'd off in vain to save his Life by Flight.
Warm streams flew out from every sever'd vein
And markt with tracks of Blood the Dusty Plain.
Defrauded of his Strength the feeble Gaul
At last did headlong from his Courser fall.
Cold Death forbad his lab'ring Heart to beat
And in his blood supprest the vital Heat.
Then Carobel who had advanc'd his name
By learned Artsand Skill in Nature's Fame
Bold too in Armsand to the Camp inur'd
Fell in Lutetia's fields by Clovis Sword:
Thro' Helm and Skull the Fauchion passage found
Cleft thro' the Brainand ruin'd with the Wound
The curious Imag'ry by Fancy wrought
All Mem'ry's Cellsand all the Moulds of Thought.
Next Alloman lay deadLugdunum's Pride
And beauteous Ormal stretcht out by his Side.
Capellan also signaliz'd his Arms
And boldly prest amidst the Gallic Swarms.
He slew at Lucan with a full Career
And thro' his Bosom past his fatal Spear.
His second Fromel kill'dthe next he threw
Young Lamar pierc'dthe next Obella slew.
Then his Projected Dart transfixt the Head
Of Grutar's Steedwhich on the field lay dead.
Across the Beast on which before he rode
Ghastly with Gore and Dust the Warriour strode
With his strong Arm he did his Spear protend
And with his burnish'd Shield his Head defend.
A while he stroveand bravely kept his ground
Till the fierce Briton's Spear it's passage found
Thro' Helm and Headand then with Death opprest
He felland lay across th' extended Beast.
While Valiant Clovis so much Honour won
Elsewhere like Wonders were by Lucius done.
First in his way by luckless Fortune stood
Young Medolan of Trabor's noble Blood.
The Javelin thro' his Belly made it's way
And in his wounded Entrails buried lay.
The Youthso much he was to Arms inclin'd
Left unenjoy'd his beauteous Bride behind;
He's now embrac'd by Death' s unwelcom Arms
And to another quits her Maiden Charms.
Brave Arcan burning with a Martial Flame
To aid his wounded Brother swiftly came;
But felt the Briton's Steel within his Veins
Which thro' his Armour pierc'd the Warriour's Reins.
Upon his Seat he could no longer stay
But felland cross his dying Brother lay.
Their mournful Friends look'd onbut were afraid
So great the Peril wasto give them Aid.
So when a Lyon roaming o'er the Lawns
Descrys the Thicket where her tender Fawns
The Doe as she believ'd did safely lay
In do's he leapand tear the panting Prey
The Doe at distance do's their Fate bewail
But dares not come the Murd'rer to Assail.
While Valiant Lucius such destruction made
Against the Chief advanc'd a strong Brigade;
And opening to the Right and Leftthe Foes
On every side the Leader did enclose.
The noble Briton did himself defend
While Clouds of Spears from every part they send.
The missive War upon his Buckler rung
And showers of fruitless Deaths around him sung.
So when fierce Dogs and clam'rous Swains surround
A mighty Boar in neighb'ring Mountains found;
His Bristles high erected on his Back
The raging Beast withstands the Foes attack:
He whets his dreadful Tusksand from afar
He foamsand flourishes the Ivory War.
The cautious Huntsmen at a distance rage
Cast all their Dartsbut dare not close engage.
At last the Briton from an unknown Spear
Receiv'd a painful Wound beneath the Ear.
The striving Blood did thro' his Armour spout
The Franks observing gave a mighty shout.
Thus wounded and opprestthe British Chief
Call'd to his Friends aloud to bring Relief.
It chanc'd that mighty Trelon then was near
Who to his Squadron cry'dthe Voice I hear
Is Lucius who encircled with the Foe
Contends in vain to cut his passage thro'.
To bring him off we'll force the Gallic Ranks.
He saidand strait he spur'd his Courser's Flanks
And shaking in his hand his glitt'ring Lance
To Charge the Franks with Fury did advance.
The Franks disperst when Trelon first appear'd
So much they all his famous Courage fear'd.
So when fierce Wolves have seiz'd a fainting Deer
But newly wounded by the Huntsman's Spear.
With reeking Blood they feast their hungry Jaws
And the warm Entrails pant beneath their Paws.
But if a Lyon comesthe awful Sight
Do's from their Prey the prowling Race affright.
Then his bright Spear with Fury cast betwixt
The Flank and Chestgreat Tolna's Steed transfixt.
The generous Beast beneath the Rider fell:
Tolna th' invading Tempest to repel
Springing with Vigour from the Courser's back
Advanc'd on foot great Trelon to attack.
And that the Briton's Fury might be stay'd
His Left Hand on the Courser's Reins he laid
And held his flaming Fauchion in the Right
Resolving thus he would maintain the Fight.
The Britons Steed that Swords and Spears disdain'd
With Indignation foam'd to be restrain'd:
Trelon enrag'ddivided at a blow
His Armwhich dropt and let the Courser go.
The generous Steed finding the Rein releast
Sprang forthand struck stout Tolna in the Breast
Who breathless fellwith endless Night opprest.
Mean timeat distance Arbel bravely fought
And wondrous Fame by great Atchievements sought.
His CourageStrengthand Conduct often try'd
Made all the Gallic Youth in him confide
As their Chief Championand their surest guide.
He spur'd his fiery Steedand forwards sprung
Amidst the Troopsand broke th' opposing Throng.
Brave Gomar first his fury did withstand
But while to cast his Spear he rais'd his hand
The Frank's bright Lance between his Armour's joynt
Beneath his Arm-pit past its glitt'ring point.
Deep in his breathing Lungs the Weapon lay
The Neustrian's felland saw no more the Day.
Coril advanc'd to undertake the Fight
And threw his Weapon with prodigious might.
The Frank inclin'd his headand heard the Spear
Aim'd at his Crest pass singing by his Ear.
Then did his Dart against the Briton fly
And wounded thro' the Plate his brawny Thigh.
A bloody Stream gush'd from the painful wound
And flowing down his Armour stain'd the ground.
On did th' insulting Frank with fury fly
And eager to compleat the Victory.
On high his dreadful Battel-Axe did heave
Hoping in two the Briton's head to cleave.
But as it fellthe Courser roseand took
Between his Ears the Champions furious stroke.
The Steel sunk thro' his Brain the staggering Beast
Felland his weight the wounded Rider prest.
Bold Malgo brought his Squadron upand freed
The groaning Briton from the unweildy steed.
They drew by force the Hero from the Field
Then bore him off laid on a spacious Shield.
So when a Flag Ship is by Foes o'erborn
Unmastedand with Cannon's Thunder torn
From the hot Fight attending Frigates pull
And Tow along the maim'ddisabled Hull.
Mean time the Briton with his reeking Blade
Had his swift passage to the Quarter made
Where Arbel's Sword destroy'dand strew'd around
With Riders and their Steeds th' encumber'd ground
As when a Lyon from a Mountain's side
Has in the Vale a lowing Herd descry'd
He standsand turns his furious Eyes about
The strongestsowrest Bull to single out
One worthy of his Rageby all the Herd
Obey'd as Lordand by each Rival fear'd:
Then having fixt his choice aloud he roars
Proclaims the Warand to the Combate scowrs.
So Arthur keeping Arbel in his Eye
Did to the sight with dreadful fury fly.
The Gaul observ'd the Monarch from afar
And for the Combate did himself prepare.
High on his Steed the might Warriour sate
Proud of his Strengthand fearless of his Fate.
Like a great Pine o'ershadowing all the Wood
Or ancient Poplar reering by the Flood
His lofty headthe towring Pagan stood.
Well-pleas'd to undertake the noble Fight
He did aloud to Arms the King invite.
Who on his fiery Steed advancing near
Projected thro' the Air his pondrous Spear.
The Frank to make his weapon's message vain
Stoop'd downand lay upon his Courser's Main.
Th' eluded Weapon o'er his Shoulder flew
And at great distance Caumont's Courser slew.
Then did the Frank employing all his Strength
Discharge his Spear of formidable Length
Hissing along the Airthe Weapon went
But in the Hero's Shield its fury spent.
His second Spear the Pious Briton threw
Which like a flash of Lightning swiftly flew.
The wheeling Frank could not the Steel evade
Which thro' his Shield and Thigh its passage made;
Whence deep it sunk within the Courser's Chest
And fixt the Rider to the wounded Beast.
From both their sever'd veins the reeking Blood
Gush'd outand mingled in one Common Flood.
Then down they fell and prest the slipp'ry plain
The Rider woundedand the Courser slain.
The King with martial Ardor to the ground
Leap'd from his Steed to give the fatal wound.
His dreadful Fauchion glittering in his hand
He o'er the vanquish'd Frank did threatning stand.
The Frank in AnguishHorrourand Despair
Did on the high rais'd Weapon wildly stare.
Then thus the Pious Prince bespoke the Gaul
Think on thy Barb'rous Deedsremember all
The Fatherless and Widdows thou hast made
And Christian Martyrs to the Flames convey'd.
What numbers has thy single hand destroy'd?
What numbers more the Troops by thee Employ'd?
These Impious Deeds thou bloody Instrument
Of Clotar's Cruelty at last Repent.
The Frank reply'd. No Sorrow can I own
For my just anger to the Christians shown.
Can he impiety to me object
Who do's the Worship of the Gods neglect?
Whose sacrilegious hands their Temples raze
Destroy their Altarsand their Shrines deface?
Who do's the Godsand Goddesses dethrone
Denying all th' Immortal Powersbut one.
I grant I still pursu'd the Christian Sect
And from just Heav'n I my Reward expect
For sure th' Impartial Gods will ne'er condemn
A Zeal that springs from Reverence to them.
He said. The King reply'dRemorseless Wretch
Canst thou in Death such Consolation fetch
From thy black Guiltwhich should thy Conscience Scare
And fill thy Breast with Terror and Despair?
Tho' thou with Guilt and Prejudice are blind
Thou in thy Torments wilt thy Error find.
This Hand shall send thee to the sad Reward
By Righteous Heav'n for Men of Blood prepar'd.
Then thro' the Frank extended on the Dust
His Spearthe King with Indignation thrust.
Thro' his Left Pap it did its passage make
Transfixt his Breast and stuck within his Back.
He fetcht thick dying throbsand double Sighs
While endless Night seal'd up his swimming Eyes.
Soon as the Pagans saw their Champion dead
From Arthur's Arms the trembling Squadrons fled.
The Conquering King did eagerly pursue
And in the Chace prodigious Numbers slew.
So when tempestuous Boreas stretches forth
His furious Wingsand leaves the frozen North;
Th' insulted Clouds dispers'dand routed fly
O'er all the liquid Desarts of the Sky.
The swift Pursuer hangs upon the Rear
And drives the black Battalions thro' the Air.
While beauteous Celon with a loosen'd Rein
Flew from the Conquering King across the Plain;
His Courser sliptand fell by luckless Chance
To take his Life the Monarch did advance.
When old Velino who together fled
The Danger sawhe turn'd his Courser's Head;
Beneath the Victor's Feet himself he threw
And for his Son Young Celon thus did sue.
O spare the Youthand letVictorious Prince
Compassion joyn'd with Powerthe World convince
That by Heroic Enterprises you
Laurelsbut not with Crueltypursue.
The Gallic Forces to your Valour yield
And with inglorious Rout o'erspread the Field.
If you in Pity giveas I entreat
The Youth his Lifeyour Vict'ry's still compleat.
He's not a Frank sprung from Germanic Race
But from the Gauls who first possest this place.
His Mother was to Christian Faith inclin'd
And he was ever to the Christians Kind.
Three of his Brothers on the Field lie slain
This Son of Nine do's now alone remain;
My only Comfortand my only Hope
Of my declining Age the single Prop.
Pity my hoary Headhis blooming years
The Son's true Virtueand the Father's Tears.
Pityif you a Father areexpress
To a sad Father in such vast distress:
At least the tender Passion you may know
Thinking on that your Father show'd to you.
Avertgreat Princefrom Celon's Breast your Dart
Strike rather than the Son'sthe Father's Heart.
Velino ceas'd. And from his Eyes apace
The gushing Tears flow'd down his mournful Face.
The Pious King toucht with the moving Prayer
Forbore the strokeand did young Celon spare.
Old Manhe cry'dyour Tears your Son reprieve
Thus twice a Father to him Life you give.
Orban a noble Velocassian Youth
Who once profess'd the Heav'nly Christian Truth
But that his Wealth and Life might be secur'd
Renounc'd Religionand his God abjur'd.
Now felt King Arthur's Spear within his Reins
And finding Death creep Cold along his Veins:
Mad with Despair aloud th' Apostate cry'd
Curst be the hour when I my God deny'd.
The Easeand Lifeand Wealth I valu'd most
Are by the ways I strove to save them lost.
Now must I TormentsAgonysDespair
And everlasting Throws of Conscience bear.
More had he saidbut interposing Death
To form his Words deny'd Supplys of Breath.
The King continu'd his pursuitand made
A dreadful Slaughter till the Evening Shade
To stop the Victor's Coursedid interpose
Between the Britons and their flying Foes.
Arthur return'd in Triumph to his Tent
Where he to Heav'nin solemn manner sent
Religious Praisesand his God ador'd
Who once morehad with Conquest crown'd his Sword.
When Lucifer observ'd the Pagans flee
And the great Briton crown'd with Victory
O'er-boiling Rage his lab'ring Mind possest
And thoughts of deep Revenge o'erwhelm'd his Breast.
Then thus he to himself:
Must Europe still with Acclamations ring
And loud Applauses of the British King?
Must he his glorious Triumphs still repeat
All my Alliesand faithful Friends defeat?
Can no obstructions stay his rapid Course?
No Task unequal for the Briton's Force?
Can I no Dangersno fresh Plagues Invent?
Is Lucifer grown dull and impotent
My Arts exhaustedand my Vigour spent?
Are all my Tormentsall my Vengeance gone?
Must I the Briton's Strength Superiour own?
Shall Hell's great Princeand Monarch of the Air
Sit tamely downand languish in Despair
Unable longer to support the War?
Would such a Deed become my high Degree
My Station in th' Infernal Hierarchy?
I shall dishonour by th' inglorious Course
Immortal Maliceand Immortal Force.
I shall debase our great and God-like Race
And draw on Hell Indelible Disgrace.
Thus shall I shun insulting Michael's scorn?
Thus the Seraphic Character adorn?
Hell's Sanhedrim my Weakness will proclaim
And vulgar Demons will Affront my Name.
Can I endure to hear my Subjects say
I did my Empireand their Cause betray?
No Fellow Deitys you ne'er shall find
Or Pains or Danger once by me declin'd
To serve the Int'rests of th' Infernal State;
No Disappointments shall my Zeal abate.
I'll still the Briton and his Friends pursue
Shew him fresh Dangersand the War renew.
He said. And strait his spacious Wings display'd
Which hid the Moonand cast prodigious Shade;
Soaring he cut the liquid Region thro'
And to the Palace of King Clotar flew.
Arriving there th' Apostate took his way
To find th' Apartment where Palmida lay.
Palmida was a Priestwhose Hellish Rage
And thirst of Bloodno Victims could asswage.
He o'er Lutetia's Altars did preside
Did Clotar's Councilsand his Conscience guide.
By him inspir'dhe laid his Kingdom wast
And from the Realm the peaceful Christian chas'd.
Then that th' Apostate Seraph might appear
Ambitious Orgal to Palmida dear.
The late High Priest who did Lutetia guide
With equal Crueltyand equal Pride.
He with Angelick skill did soon prepare
A priestly Shapeand Reverend Robes of Air.
He Orgal's Looks and Presence did assume
Ent'ring with Pontificial Port the Room.
Then thus the Prince of Hell the Priest addrest.
Palmida from the Regions of the Blest
From Godsand God-like Heros I descend
To show the way Lutetia to defend.
With generousopen Arms you Hope in vain
King Arthur's Strengthand Courage to sustain.
No Gallic Chiefs such mighty Arms can weild
None such a Swordor such a spacious Shield.
This day his Arms with Spoils and Heaps of Dead
Have all thy bloody FieldsLutetiaspread.
Arbel in whom you chiefly did confide
By Arthur's Weapon much lamented dy'd.
The Gallic Troops to Conquest long inur'd
Are now dismaidand dread the Briton's Sword.
He will advance Lutetia to assail
Will her strong Towersand lofty Bulwarks scale.
And shallLutetia be the Conqueror's Prey?
Shall Gallia's Princes British Lords obey?
Shall all our Sacred Priestsand all our Gods
Chas'd from their Temples leave their rich abodes?
Shall their high Groves by Christians be prophan'd
Their Shrines defil'd by an unhallow'd hand?
Shall our high Domes with wealthy Gifts adorn'd
Be all to Heaps of mingl'd Ruins turn'd?
Shall scoffing Christians spurn with impious Feet
Our scatter'd Images thro' every Street?
Shall Holy FragmentsLimbsdefac'd Remains
And Trunks of Gods dismember'd spred the Plains?
Her Yoke on Gallia's Neck shall Albion lay
And make the Mistress of the World obey?
Must Gallia's Youth of Empire long possest
Be led in Triumphbe with Chains opprest?
Must her great Chiefs and Princes be destroy'd
Or in base tasksas Captivesbe employ'd?
With Ignominious Labour forc'd to groan
While drawing WaterHewing Wood and Stone?
Shall these sweet Riversthis delicious Soil
Enrich the pamper'd Briton with their Spoil?
Must Gallia's Sons their Fields and Vineyards dress
And their rich Wine for a proud Stranger press?
Yet this must bethis is the dismal Fate
Which now impends o'er high Lutetia's State
If from amidst her Sons she can't select
Somewho her Power and Greatness to protect
Dare strike one noble Strokeone Effort make
With secret Arms King Arthur to Attack.
Remove the British King at any rate
One single Blow secures the Gallic state.
Such Deeds our Order always did commend
This Maxim we as Sacred still defend
That Means are hallow'd by their Pious End.
This only Means within your Power remains
To save Lutetia from Inglorious Chains.
Go thenPalmida and the King prepare
To make on Arthur's Person Secret War.
But time to gainand Arthur to amuse
First by an Ambassy demand a Truce:
If he agrees that Arms a while shall cease
Commence a Treaty to concert a Peace.
Do youwith what the Briton offersclose
Nor any Termstho' most unjustoppose.
If this be manag'd rightand by Degrees
You all things yield that will the Briton please;
You will have time to form the great Design
And dress the Snarewhich Arthur can't decline.
Then may the Ponyard in a valiant hand
From hostile Arms set free the Gallic Land.
No other Means you can securely trust
What's Necessary is with Statesmen just.
Some may perhaps against the Deed declaim
But all to save a State would do the same.
This saidthe Prince of Hell without delay
Dissolv'd his Airy Form and flew away.
Palmida hence reviving Hopes conceiv'd
And by the Counsel Orgal gavebeliev'd
There ill affairs might be at last retriev'd.
The Barbarous Priest on his dire purpose bent
To find King Clotar to his Palace went
To whom the Priest the Project did impart
At which a GenerousNoble Mind would start.
Would be with Horrorand Amazement seiz'd
And show how much the black Design displeas'd.
And yet without Reluctance he agreed
Without delay t' effect th' Atrocious Deed.
Palmida from the Gallic King withdrew
The Bloody Undertaking to pursue.
Soon as Aurora with her dawning Ray
Began to smileand propagate the Day.
Clotar five Lords to Albion's Monarch sent
Who to obey their King's Instructions went.
They with attending Heralds took their way
To the high Camp where Arthur's Forces lay;
There they arriv'dwhile he in Songs of Praise
And fervent Prayer did with his Captains raise
Th' Almighty's Powerand Providential Care
To which he ow'd his Laurels won in War.
The Solemn Worship endedArthur Sate
Within his Tent in his rich Chair of State;
The Franks advanc'd their Message to relate.
Then Orobac their Chief first silence broke
And bowing lowthe Monarch thus bespoke.
Clotar great Princeto put a happy end
To this destructive War do's condescend
To ask a Treaty may Commence for Peace
Mean time that Arms on either Side may cease.
Blood to prevent our Monarch will withstand
No Terms which Arthur justly can demand.
You oft declarethat 'tis not War and Blood
Which you pursuebut Peace and Publick Good.
You would poor Captives from their Chains release
And give afflicted Kingdoms Restand Ease.
You publishthat your Arms you hither brought
These glorious Ends in Gallia to promote.
These Ends King Arthur quickly may enjoy
And need no longer Force and Arms employ.
All publick Grievances shall be redrest
Nor shall the Christians longer be Opprest.
He said. The British Monarch thus reply'd;
I yield that Arms shall cease on either side:
And to the Treaty which you askconsent
Th' Effects of hostile Fury to prevent.
I would to all in Suff'ringsPity show
I would removebut not encrease their Woe.
My thoughts to Clotar's Throne did ne'er aspire
His injur'd Subjects Freedom I desire.
Let him his Empire undisturb'd enjoy
But let him not his Armsand Snares employ
His Subjectsand his Neighbours to destroy.
Let all the Towns and Castles be restor'd
Which he has forc'd unjustly by the Sword
From weaker Neighboursto their Rightful Lord.
Let him his Christian Fugitives recall
To all the Rights they once possest in Gaul.
And let him place for Caution in their hand
The Towns and Forts they did before Command.
Let him the Gallic Liberty restore
And vest the Senate in its ancient Power.
This donethe Britons shall repass the Seas
And give this Kingdom Liberty and Peace.
For six days space I will my Arms suspend
Your Prince's final Answer to attend.
He said; And rose from his high Chair of State:
The Franks return'd his Answer to relate.
Mean time Palmida labour'd to engage
Fit Instruments to execute his Rage.
Nor was it long before the Men were found
For Clotar's Guards with Murd'rers did abound.
Men who his Barb'rous Orders understood
Stedfast in Guiltand long inur'd to Blood:
Men who distinguish'd Cruelty had shown
Men with Inhumane Tasks Familiar grown;
Ready to act the most Unnatural Deed
From all Remorseand all Reluctance freed.
Yet these th' Infernal Enterprise declin'd
Until their Order was by Clotar sign'd.
Palmida left the Ruffians to project
And fix the Meanstheir Purpose to effect.
These various Ways and Methods did debate
How Arthur to Assault to Save their State.
Some Poisonsome the Ponyard did suggest
As what would gain their Bloody Purpose best.
Some warmly pleaded for an Ambuscade
Whence issuing out they might the King invade.
Some gave Advicethat with a vast Reward
They should attempt to gain King Arthur's Guard.
Others of different Judgments did contend
That allthemselves Deserters should pretend
That in the Camp they might a Season watch
In which the bloody Task they might dispatch.
These Ways rejected'twas at last agreed
They would accomplish their Atrocious Deed
When both the Monarchs from their Camps should go
To Ratify the Peace with Solemn Vow.
Then some as Heralds drestand some as Priests
Should wait on Clotar to the Publick Lists;
And all short Swords and Ponyards should prepare
And hide beneath their Robes the Barb'rous War.
And while King Arthur did his God invoke
To bind the Treatythey should strike the Stroke.
The Franks mean time who did the Peace promote
Had their Transaction to an Issue brought.
All things the Briton ask'd the Franks agreed
That from his Arms Lutetia might be freed.
The Term which Clotar's Orators desir'd
For Arms to be suspended was expir'd
When a fixt Day the Monarchs did propose
Wherein with sacred Ritesand Solemn Vows
They would themselves to strict observance bind
Of all things promis'd in the Treaty sign'd.
And now the Night approach'd which did precede
The Day appointed for the bloody Deed.
When Derodan who by his King's Command
Before the Battel with a chosen Band
T' attack a British Convoy was detach'd
His Expedition with Success dispatch'd;
Return'dand with his Men rejoyn'd the Host
Griev'dand enrag'd to find the Battel lost.
He for his Statureand his Strength was known
And for his Courage oft in Combate shown.
None for the Gallic Int'rest did reveal
Or for the Pagan Altars warmer Zeal.
Palmida to the Valiant Man addrest
And with the Language of a Crafty Priest
His Rage against King Arthur did Excite
And show'd it vain to meet his Arms in Fight.
Then by degrees Palmida did relate
How to compose the Warand save the State
A brave Design was by a Party laid
With secret Arms King Arthur to invade.
The Reverend Ruffian then the Soldier prest
T'embark in this Design and lead the rest;
And promis'd for Reward he should not miss
Promotion herehereafter Endless Bliss.
The generous Captain tho' amaz'd to hear
Such words from one of Holy Character
Yet seemingly consentedand supprest
The generous Indignation in his Breast.
The Priest retir'dand valiant Derodan
With horror seiz'dthus to himself began.
In what dire Crimes will Sacerdotal Rage
And eager Bigotry Mankind engage?
Shall I this desperateblack Design pursue
And in a Monarch's Blood these hands embrue?
Hands that did ne'er Clandestine weapons Sway
Ne'er slew a Foebut in a generous way:
That none but in the Field have e'er destroy'd
Shall they in Murthering Princes be employ'd?
If sowhat Vengeful Plagues must I expect?
Against this Head what Bolts will Heav'n direct?
To various Gods I offer up my Vows
But Murther none of all those Gods allows.
Let Pontificial Biggots still contend
That we our Stateand Altars to defend
May any wayand any Weapon chuse
May hallow'd Poysonor Stilletto's use.
That we the Christians progress to arrest
May leave the Ponyard in their Monarchs Breast.
Such Priestsand such dire Maxims I abhor
Nor would the Gods pleas'd with such Deeds adore.
Th' Immortal Powers I always understood
Were MercifulBeneficentand Good;
Swift to relieve our wantsto punish slow
Who perfect Justice in their Empire show.
Such Crueltyand Treacherous Violence
Those pure and Righteous Beings must incense.
I'll for our Altarsand my Country weild
All honourable Arms in open Field.
To save this Realm undaunted I'll oppose
The greatest Dangersand the Fiercest Foes:
But I detest this Ignominious Deed
No Prince by me Perfidiously shall bleed.
Then Uriel Heav'ns high Order to obey
Did his Immortal Wings on high display
And from th' Empyreal Turrets down the Sky
To valiant Derodan did swiftly fly.
The Radiant Envoy quickly did prepare
A youthful Shapemild Eyes and Cheeks of Air.
Then did he Silence breakand thus began
You bravely have exprestundaunted Man
Your just Abhorrence of the black Design
In which a Band of barb'rous Franks combine.
But from the Heav'nly Regions I descend
To let you know that here you must not end.
You must the dire Confed'racy disclose
To save the Monarch from Clandestine Foes.
If Arthur's blood is by the Ruffians spilt
By not preventing ityou share the Guilt.
Heav'n has by valiant Derodan decreed
To disappoint the blackInhumane Deed.
Go then and let that Prince his Danger know
Let him his Safety to thy Vertue owe.
That saidthe Cherub from the place withdrew
And to the Seats of Peace and Pleasure flew.
The Starry Stranger gonethe Frank revolv'd
The Message in his Mind and soon resolv'd
To pay obedience; then with eager Zeal
He went th' Important Secret to reveal.
Conducted by the Stars uncertain Light
He at the Briton's Camp arriv'd by Night.
The watchful Out-guards who oppos'd his way
To the great Arthur did the Frank convey.
Admitted to his Presence Derodan
First low Obeisance madeand then began.
Hither I come great Monarch to detect
A black Design that do's your Life respect.
A bloody Band with Hellish fury fir'd
Against your Royal Person have conspir'd.
I Gallia's Gods and Goddesses adore
And with th' advancement of Lutetia's power:
But can't believe that for Religion's sake
I with the Ponyard may a Prince attack.
Th' Immortal Powers to serve Religion's Cause
Ne'er gave Command to break thro' Nature's Laws.
Tho' us'd to serve the Godsthe Gods incense.
When therefore by Palmida prest to joyn
With bloody Men engag'd in this Design
My Soul the barb'rous motion did detest
And various Passions strove within my Breast.
While with my thoughts Oppresta glorious God
Descended to me from his high abode.
He seem'd Apollo by his Beamy Face
His blooming Beautyand his Youthful Grace.
Then did the bright Divinity direct
That hasting to your Camp I should detect
The horrid Plot against your Life design'd
And now I must perform the task enjoyn'd.
Then did the valiant Frank the King instruct
Who were the Chiefsthat did th' Affair conduct.
And whereand howand when they had agreed
To wreek their Malice by th' inhumane Deed.
Then saiddo yougreat Princedue Caution take
And for their hidden Arms enquiry make.
Ithat my Message may Belief obtain
Will under Guard within your Camp remain;
That if my Words are false your Vengeful hand
May Death inflictsuch as my Crimes demand.
The pious Arthur prais'd the generous Zeal
Which mov'd the Frank this Treach'ry to reveal.
And gave Command he should Rewards receive
Such as great Kings do to great Merit give;
If the Succeeding Morn should clearly shew
The Plot discover'd by the Frank was true.
Now had the Sun disclos'd the Mountains heads
And pour'd warm glory on the reeking Meads.
Clotar aroseand soon with Eager speed
Came mounted on his Mauritanian Steed
Attended with th' Assassins some as Priests
Some habited as Heralds to the Lists.
Ensigns of Peace and Piety they bore
But treach'rous Arms beneath their Vestments wore.
The Armys on the Plain drawn in Array
On either Side did at a distance stay.
Except the Troops who with their Shields reclin'd
And Spears erect the Palisado's lin'd.
Next Albion's King advanc'd with God-like Grace
Born on a Courser of Eborac Race.
The Franks with Wonder and with Fear behold
His Martial Portand Arms adorn'd with Gold.
All by their Looks their inward Joy declare
That now he came for Peaceand not for War.
The Terror of Lutetia brightly shone
In Armour cladso well in Battel known.
Advancing near to Clotar thus he cry'd
Have I in vain on Clotar's Vows rely'd?
'Tis hardto think a Monarch should agree
T' Assault my Life by Barb'rous Treachery.
That with Assassins Clotar should combine
ApproveAbetand Aid their black Design.
This on a Prince so great a Stain would prove
As Rivers cannot cleanseor Time remove.
Yetvaliant Franks and faithful Britonsknow
That one who seems a brave and generous Foe
That Clotar has Perfidious Arms prepar'd.
That these who Heralds and as Priests appear
Beneath their Robes short Swords and Ponyards wear.
That these are Veteran Ruffians in disguise
Intending to Assault me by Surprise
When I dismountand to the Altar go
To Ratify the Peace by solemn Vow.
I doubtfulneither wholly disbelieve
The Chargenor to it wholly Credit give.
But if unjust these Accusations are
Then let the Search their Innocence declare.
But if their Guilt will not the Search abide
The Charge is then too plain to be deny'd.
He said. King Clotar all enrag'd to find
That Arthur knew the Treachery design'd
Exclaiming loudto Franks and Britons cry'd
To break the Treaty what mean Arts are try'd?
What wild Suggestionswhat vile Shifts are these
Which Arthur uses to retard the Peace?
And do's the Briton thus his Faith betray
Yet by malicious Accusations lay
On us the Guilt'tis plain his hostile Mind
Is not to Peacebut to the Sword inclin'd.
Since Arthur still on Blood and Slaughter bent
Eludes the TreatyI to Arms consent.
The Guilt he has suggested I abhor
No Prince to purge himself should offer more.
He saidand drawing off his Treacherous Band
Rejoyn'd his Armywhich at his Command
Did with Precipitation leave the Plain
Lutetia's Bulwarks and strong Walls to gain.
To line the Ramparts some Battalions flew
The rest themselves within Lutetia threw
Resolv'd the mighty City to defend
On which the fate of Gallia did depend.
Mean time King Arthur did his Army head
And to th' Attack the eager Britons led.
The Gallic Lords Lutetia's Works to Guard
Against th' Invader all things had prepar'd.
Bosar as Chief did in the Lines Command
The Gallic King within the Town remain'd.
The British Youth advancing in Array
Their Ensigns o'er the Neighb'ring Fields display.
From their high Towers the Franks observe from far
The rising Stormand rolling Tyde of War.
Before his Troops the mighty Briton rode
Glorious in Armslike some Terrestrial God.
As when Britannia's Trading Fleetsthat run
For Indian Treasures to the rising Sun
Beneath the Equinoctial Line have spy'd
A Spout ascending from the boiling Tyde
Whose watry Obelisk do's threat'ning rise
And thrusts his towring head amidst the Skies
The Sailors pale with Consternationdread
Th' impending Tempest gathering o'er their head
With no less Terror did the trembling Gauls
See Albion's King advancing to their Walls.
Then Cutar with his Monarch did prevail
That he might first Lutetia's Works Assail.
Onwards he march'd with a select Brigade
Th' advanc'd Redoubts with Vigour to invade.
The Chief on Fame and Martial Glory bent
To Storm the lofty Works with pleasure went.
He strove to be the foremost in the Fight
For Danger was his Favorite Delight.
His Ardorchearful Looksand Martial Fire
Did all his Troops with double Life inspire.
As when a Dolphin sports upon the Tyde
Displays his Beautysand his Scaly Pride
His various colour'd Arch adorns the Flood
Like a bright Rain-bow in a watry Cloud:
He from the Billows leaps with gamesome strife
Wanton with Vigour and Immoderate Life.
With so much Spirit swelling all his Veins
The sprightly Briton fled along the Plains.
With more Delight he went to Charge the Foe
Than eager Bridegrooms to their Nuptials go.
Approaching to the Worksthe Warriour threw
His glitt'ring Dartand great Orander slew:
Between the lower Ribs it pierc'd his Side
And did the Midriffas it pass'ddivide.
The Frank a while with labour drew his Breath
Then felland posted to the Shades beneath.
Before Lutetia saw the British Arms
Orander vanquish'd by Pulcrina's Charms
Long Woedand won at last the beauteous Maid
By promis'd Nuptialsbut his Faith betray'd:
To shun th' entreatys of the injur'd Fair
The Faithless Youth did to the Camp repair.
But when she found her Prayers and Tears deny'd
Enrag'd Pulcrina thus despairing cry'd:
And can Orander thus unconstant prove
Break all the Bonds of Vowsand those of Love?
Is he regardless of my Beauty grown?
Will he expose my Honourand his own?
Will the wild Savage no Compassion show?
Will he forsake Pulcrina? will he go
And leave me thus o'erwhelm'd with Shame and Woe?
GoPerjur'd Wretchbut midst the fighting Throng
May some insulting Foe revenge my Wrong.
May some just God direct his glitt'ring Dart
And guide the point to thy Perfidious Heart:
Then think of meand rack'd with Torment ly
In pangs of Guiltand Throws of Horror dy.
The fatal Curses flew around his Head
And Cutar's Dart aveng'd the injur'd Maid.
With like Success his second Dart he threw
Which swiftly pastand strong Orellan slew.
It thro' his Windpipe and his Gullet made
Its fatal wayand in his Neckbone stay'd.
His Elder Brother Colon he destroy'd
By secret Poisonand his Lands enjoy'd.
Old Meda famous for her Art prepar'd
The deadly Draughtand had a great Reward.
He now by Cutar's Arms of Life bereft
Felland his Wealth and great Possessions left.
Next Boser sprung from Solon's noble Blood
In splendid Armour on the Rampart stood.
His Stature gracefulCourtly was his Air
And costly Oyls perfum'd his Limbs and Hair.
He by the Dames was with Applauses crown'd
Of all the Dancing Nation most renown'd.
He cameas if he did expect to fall
Embalm'd before-hand for his Funeral.
When Cutar saw him on the Works appear
With great Disdain he threw his massy Spear.
Which thro' his Coat of Mail and Crimson Vest
His Bosom pierc'dand lodg'd within his Breast.
The fragrant Warriour felt the fatal Wound
Fell on the Rampartand perfum'd the Ground.
Next on the Bulwark Zolon did advance
Tho' void of Worthof wondrous Arrogance.
Deform'd alike in Body and in Mind
And more to scarethen Charge a Foe design'd.
His livid Eyes retreating from the Day
Deep in their hollow Orbits buried lay.
His Back-bone standing outdrew in his Breast
This Shoulder elevatedthat Deprest
And his foul Chin his odious Bosom prest.
Long little Legssuch has the stalking Crane
His short ill figur'd Body did sustain.
Still Mutinys he in the Army rais'd
Bursting with Spleen to hear another prais'd.
Meager with Malicewith Ill nature worn
And with th' envenom'd teeth of Envy torn
To vent his Spite he labour'd to defame
The Chiefswhose Valour had advanc'd their Name.
His pois'nous Tongue did all great Heros wound
Reviling those whom all with Honour crown'd.
Some envious Men his Calumnys approv'd
And all who Merit hatedZolon lov'd.
Cutar with Indignation at him cast
His mighty Spearwhich thro' his Body past.
Down Zolon felland tortur'd with his Wound
In Rage and Anguish beatand bit the Ground.
Now Cutar mounts the Works with Sword in hand
And that his Troops should follow gave Command.
The fearless Men the lofty Works ascend
Which with projected Arms the Foes defend.
Britons and Franks prodigious Courage show
And crimson Rivers down the Bulwarks flow.
Arms meet with ArmsFauchions with Fauchions clash
And sparks of Fire struck out from Armour flash.
Thick clouds of Dust contending Warriours raise
And hideous War o'er all the Region brays.
Tempests of Darts and showers of Arrows sing
And all the Heav'ns with dreadful Clamour ring.
Mean time great Stannel with his valiant Band
Attacked the Works where Bofar did Command.
Nor Clouds of flying Dartsnor storms of Fire
Could force the Valiant Leader to retire.
Midst showers of Stones which fell like Summers Hail
Th' undaunted Hero did the Foe Assail.
Mounting the Bulwark's browhe forward prest
And quickly with the Foe came Breast to Breast.
Here the brave Man Immortal Deeds perform'd
And with resistless force the high Entrenchment storm'd.
First Baradan his fatal Weapon felt
Who on the Banks of fair Matrona dwelt:
The mighty Fauchion passing thro' the Side
With its sharp edge the Liver did divide:
The blood gush'd out from the large hollow Vein
And mixt with Choler did the ground distain.
Then Ostacar a Bellovasian Lord
High lifted in the Air his flaming Sword.
Against the Foe he meant a mortal stroke
But on his Shield th' unfaithful Weapon broke.
While for another Sword aloud he cry'd
The Briton's Fauchion did his Throat divide.
The gasping Wound pour'd forth a Crimson flood
Down fell the Warriour Strangled in his Blood.
The Conquerour next Stellander did attack
And drove his mighty Spear thro' Breast and Back:
For Astrologic Science he was fam'd
By all that lov'd the Art with honour nam'd.
He oft Collected from the Conscious Stars
The Fall of Empiresand th' Event of Wars.
He could predict a rising Fav'rite's Fate
The Death of Kingsand mighty Turns of State.
To him the Heav'nly Orbs had often shown
The fate of othersbut conceal'd his own.
Nor Arms nor Science could his Life protect
Against the Spear the Briton did direct.
Then Soron Harimand Germander dy'd
By Stannel's Armsall three in Blood ally'd.
Thirsty of Glory and of Martial Fame
These from the Verdant Vale together came
Where ling'ring Liger draws along the Plain
Thro' flowry Labyrinths his Silver train.
Next in his tortur'd Bowels Drapar felt
The Conquerour's Spear beneath his shining Belt.
The fainting Warriour fellbut from his Wound
His Entrails gushing out first reach'd the ground.
By this time Erla at a third Attack
Had Storm'd the Worksand chas'd the Squadrons back.
He on the Foe with so much Fury prest
That soon their high Entrenchments he possest.
With mighty Slaughter he pursu'd the Gauls
Who fled to save themselves within their Walls.
When Valiant Ansel saw his Friends retreat
He made a Sally from the Eastern Gate
And cry'd aloudWhat means this shameful Flight?
Assert your Honourand renew the Fight.
Hear from the Walls your Wives and Children cry
Whither will these inglorious Cowards fly?
Will they expose us to th' invading Foe
To all the Rage insulting Conquerours show?
Must we endure the haughty Briton's scorn
And his proud Triumphs led in Chains adorn?
Where are the Heroswhere the Valiant Franks
Who on th' astonish'd Rhine and Mosa's<blandx.htm> Banks
By Martial Deeds acquir'd Immortal Fame
And laden home with Spoils and Laurels came;
Who from the Field in Triumph still return'd
And with their Trophys our high Domes adorn'd.
Do you your selves the Progeny pretend
Of these great Menwho did so well defend
Their Countryand so far their Power extend.
Ye Valiant Chiefsso oft with Conquest crown'd
Ye mighty Shadeswho did our Empire found
How will you all DespiseDisdainDisown
Your Sonsso feebleso degenerate grown?
PreventO Franks their Griefprevent your Shame
You fight not now for Empireand for Fame
But for your Beingfor your Godsand all
Which you can either Dearor Sacred call.
Advance thenFranks your ancient Courage show
I'll lead your Squadrons on to Charge the Foe.
He saidand burning with a Martial Rage
The Chief march'd on th' Invaders to engage.
The Franks turn'd backinspir'd by Ansel's words
And once more brandish'd their Refulgent Swords.
Then in a noble Fight their Strength they tr'd
And many Heros fell on either side.
Lofel Alduran; StrebanOtho slew
And Graman's Javelin pierc'd Athleta thro'.
Orfaber's Spear pierc'd great Elmondo's Side
Barnel by Humbert's Armsand Omar dy'd.
Then Valiant Erla Loran did Attack
The Spear transfixt his Stomach and his Back.
From the Vogesian Mountains Loran came
To signalize his Armsand raise his Fame:
His wealthy Father late of Life bereft
Had to his Son four noble Mannors left.
His Mother lab'ring with Prophetic Fears
With unsuccessful Prayersand fruitless Tears
Ev'n on her Knees long strove to overcome
His Martial Zealand keep the Youth at home.
Now in his dying Throws too late he said
Would I my Mother's Counsel had obey'd.
Then Valiant Cubal Arpan did invade
But on his temper'd Buckler broke his Blade.
Cubal who midst the wresting Rings had won
In great Augusta's Squares so much Renown
Ran inand with an unexpected War
Made Arpan's Heels fly up amidst the Air.
Flat on his Back the Warriour prest the Sand
Strait the Victorious Briton from his hand
Did with main Force the flaming Fauchion wrest
Then plung'd the Weapon deep into his Breast.
Vebba with Martial Rageon Carlot prest
And with his Back-Sword hop'd to cleave his Crest.
The Warriour's Head the erring Weapon mist
But cut the Veins and Sinews of his Wrist.
The Frank unable more his Arms to weild
Dropt on the ground his Sword and mighty Shield.
Firstin his wounded Veins did Strabor feel
The fatal Edge of Ansel's glitt'ring Steel.
Deep in his Sides between his Ribs it sunk
And cut in two the large Arterial Trunk
Thro' which the Heart throws up the Vital Flood
The Briton felland delug'd lay in Blood.
Then Heban who had left fair Deva's Banks
To make this great Campaign against the Franks
Who Gallic Powerand Gallic Faith abhorr'd
Dy'd near Lutetia's Walls by Ansel's Sword.
His Fauchion next thro' Rollo's Helmet broke
And cut in sunder with the furious stroke
His Hairy Scalpwhich hung below the Ear
And left the Skull in ghastly manner bare.
Back to his Tent the wounded Hero came
Where great Bernardo of Immortal Fame
For his Chirurgic Skillgave quick Relief
Stitcht up the gaping Lipsand heal'd the wounded Chief.
Toson a noblevaliantwondrous Boy
His Father's Prideand his fond Mother's Joy
Who ne'er till now had grip'd a Shield or Lance
To Charge the Frank undaunted did advance.
The Frank despis'd himand exclaiming cry'd
I'll soon chastise your Arrogance and Pride;
Ambitious Youthtoo soon the Field you take
And for the Camp too soon the School forsake.
You should at home have with your Sisters play'd
And her great Comfort with your Mother stay'd.
Heav'ns! that a Boy should Gallic Chiefs provoke
Toson while thus th' insulting Warriour spoke
Aim'd at his shining Helm a noble Stroke.
The prosperous Weapon thro' the Buckler past
And Ansel's Arm beneath the Shoulder raz'd.
From the divided Veins the Blood flew out
The Britons gave a loud applauding Shout.
The Frank enrag'dattack'd the Beardless Foe
Threatning to take his Head off at a Blow.
Thro' the Youth' s Shield the Fauchion passage found
Inflicting on his Neck a painful Wound.
The Britons strait rush'd in to give him Aid
And to the Rear th' advent'rous Youth Convey'd.
Ansel retir'dand Interposing Night
Parted the Warrioursand broke off the Fight.
The Britons kept the Outworksand the Gauls
Retreating sav'd themselves within their Walls.
Mean time the Gallic Monarch sore distrest;
With dreadful Thoughts and anxious Cares opprest
Sought rest in vain upon his downy Bed
With Tyrian Purple and fine Linnen spred.
From side to side he did in Torment roll
But turn'd in vain to Ease his restless Soul.
Short were his Slumbersoften would he start
And wildly starewhile with her painful Dart
Insulting Conscience stab'd him to the heart.
Ten thousand Horrours did his thoughts affright
And ghastly Figures pass'd before his sight.
Distracting Agonys and wild Despair
Did from their roots his guilty Heart-strings tear.
Sometimes he thought he heard the dismal cry
Of suff'ring Prisoners begging leave to dy.
He saw extended Martyrs on the Rack
And thought he heard their tortur'd Members crack.
He saw poor Widdows delug'd in their tears
And Crys of helpless Orphans fill'd his Ears:
Widdows and Orphans which the Ruffian's hand
Had thro' all Gallia made at his command.
The Ghosts of those he murther'd fill'd the place
And threatning stoodand star'd him in the Face.
Around his Bed dire Apparitions walk'd
And Stygian Terrours thro' the Apartment stalk'd.
Then starting up and leaping from his Bed
Thus to himself the restless Monarch said.
What Tragic Scenes before my eyes appear
What inward Whips my tortur'd Bowels tear?
Fierce Vipers twist their Spires about my Heart
And Biteand Stingand Wound with deadly smart
With more than Atlas <blandx.htm>weight my Soul's opprest
And raging Tempests beat along my breast:
Corroding Flames eat thro' my burning veins
And all within I feel Infernal Pains.
As oft as Arthur has my Troops assail'd
His Arms by Heav'n assisted have prevail'd.
The Victor of our Out-works is possest
He next Lutetia from our hands will wrest
Must Gallia's Empire fall by Arthur's Sword
And Clotar's house obey a British Lord?
Must Tributary Gallia be condemn'd
To serve a Prince which I so much contemn'd?
Forbid it all ye Godsthat such a Fate
Should e'er befall the high Lutetian State.
If Heav'n will not assistI'll try if Hell
But from these Gates the British King repel.
He said. And on his impious Purpose bent
Attended only with Palmida went
To find the fam'd Enchantress Maneton
His Dignity conceal'dhis Name unknown.
When they had found herto the Sorceress
Thus did the Gallic King himself express.
Wisest of Womenwhose controuling sway
The dark Dominions of the Dead obey:
Whose Charms can all the Nations move that dwell
Thro' all the spacious Continent of Hell.
Who can departed Men restore to Light
From the low Shades and dark Abyss of Night.
At your Command th' awaken'd Dead will rend
Their Tombsand thro' the cleaving Ground ascend.
We mayif you with potent words are pleas'd
To bring them upconverse with Friends deceas'd.
Now mighty WomanI your Aid implore
You'll find me gratefulpray exert your Power.
Your Force let all th' Infernal Regions know
And bring back hither from the Shades below
A faithful Friendwhose presence I desire
Whose wise Advicemy pressing Wants require.
Then did th' Enchantress bid him name his Friend
Whom he desir'd should from beneath ascend.
Bellcoran is the Manthe King reply'd
Who did the Gallic Arms and Councils guide.
Then did th' Enchantress with accustom'd care
Her noxious Herbs and Magic Drugs prepare.
She fetch'd white PoppysHenbaneAconite
Bald Toad-stoolsSavine Topsall which by Night
The wandring Sorceress was us'd to cull
In neighb'ring Mountainswhen the Moon was Full.
All these she stamptwith more of Magic use
And from the Mass prest out the potent Juice.
The green Enchantment in a Caldron flow'd
To which she pour'd a Bowl of humane blood.
Then did the Sorc'ress in the Center stand
And drew dire Circles with her Magic Wand:
She mutter'd with her Voice mysterious sounds
And terms with which the Hellish Art abounds.
Nature molestedfelt the powerful Charm
And various Terrors did the World alarm.
The starting Planets from their Orbits flew
The lab'ring Moon sick and uneasie grew
And far from sight the wandring Stars withdrew.
Hoarse Thunder murmur'd with a hollow sound
And heaving Tempests bellow'd under ground.
Contending Elements with horrid Fight
Did vex the Airand guilty Minds affright.
CloudsHurricanesand Lightnings did conspire
To pour down Floods of Rainand Floods of Fire.
DunDusky Demons troubled all the Air
And Ghosts were heard to groan in deep Despair.
Around the housetremendous to behold
Vast Dragons flewprodigious Serpents rowl'd
And treble-headed Hell-hounds yell'd and howl'd.
The Pavement trembledand the Dwelling shook
And thro' the King a shiv'ring Horrour struck.
Then did th' Enchantress to the Monarch cry
I from beneath a God ascending Spy.
Speaksaid the Kingwhat Aspect do's he wear
And tell the Form in which he do's appear.
The Sorc'ress cry'dhe is in Armour clad
His Mien is Martialbut his Eyes are sad.
Thro' th' opening Ground he do's Reluctant come
Beholdhe now appears within the Room.
Bellcoran then the Monarch thus bespoke;
Why do's King Clotar Magic Aids invoke?
Why have you thus compell'd me to arise
And brought me back to these unwelcom Skies?
The King reply'd: With heavy Cares opprest
I'm forc'd Bellcoran to disturb thy Rest.
When thou wert hereSuccess I always found
And triumph'd o'er the vanquish'd Realms around.
Thou both my Champion and my wisest Friend
Didst guide my Councilsand my Throne defend.
Thy Arms the Gallic Greatness did support
And made Submissive States my Friendship court.
Since thy departure Gallia's Empire shakes
The mighty Fabrick unsupportedcracks.
Before Lutetia's Gates the Britons ly
Before their Arms our trembling Cohorts fly.
They by Assault have our high Bulwarks won
And now lie ready to invade the Town.
With such resistless Fury they Attack
In vain the Franks contend to drive them back.
So black a Storm o'er Gallia's Realm impends
So sad a FateLutetia thee attends!
And must King Arthur with a Victor's Pride
Thro' high Lutetia's Streets in Triumph ride?
Must great Lutetia from her Empire fall
And Foreign Lords insult the Captive Gaul?
And shall the proud Oppressors mock our Crys
And whom they fear'd and envy'dnow despise?
Shall British Masters to enrich their Isle
Freight their proud Navys with Lutetia's Spoil?
O Galliathis! this is thy heavy doom!
Unless some unexpected Succours come.
In these extream Affairsthus sore distrest
In such a straitand with such danger prest
I am constrain'd to call thee from thy Rest.
My Prayers are fruitless to the Godsin vain
I've Rams and Bullocks at their Altars slain.
The Gods are Deaftheir Oracles are Dumb
No Powers invok'd to our Assistance come.
Of Heav'n forsakenwhither shall I go?
The Gods have all deserted to the Foe.
In this DistressBellcoran Counsel give
What means can Gallia's sinking State retrieve?
By what sure Methods may the Gods be brought
To fight for Gallia who for Gallia fought?
He ceas'd: And thus Bellcoran did reply
In vainO Princeto Magic Arts you fly
To gain those Succours which the Gods deny.
In vain your Charms the Courts of Death invade
Hell cannot giveif Heav'n refuses Aid.
Their Presence if Celestial Gods deny
No friendly Helps their absence can supply.
Since Heav'n forsakes youno Infernal Power
No Humane Force your Empire can secure.
No means are left to prop your sinking State
Your Doom's decreed by never changing Fate.
Lutetia's Crimes which righteous Heav'n provoke
Bow down her neck beneath the British Yoke.
Your CrueltyO Kingand thirst of Blood
Your Persecution of the Just and Good
Your PrideAmbitionBreach of Solemn Vows
Are more destructive than your Foreign Foes.
These strong Domestic Enemys betray
Lutetia's Empire to the British sway.
These furious War with Gallia's Monarch wage
And angry Heav'n against your Arms engage.
Who can a Realm from Wrath Divine protect
And save a Monarch whom the Gods reject?
Plainly I speakthe Dead will flatter none
From thee the Kingdom's rentthe Scepter gone
And Pious Clovis shall ascend thy Throne.
By Arthur rais'dhe Gallia shall command
And Rule with just and equal Laws her Land.
Thus Heav'n Decrees thy Punishment at last
This is thy Fate irrevocably past.
No moreO Kingshall I arise to thee
But thou to morrow shalt descend to me.
He said. And from the Apartment did retreat
And thro' the Ground sunk to his Stygian seat.
The Kingas if with Thunder struckfell down
And Breathless lay extended in a Swoon.
The Sorceress to whom the King appear'd
Greatly disturb'd and mov'd by what he heard
Scream'd outand fetch'd reviving Essences
Rich SpiritsOd'rous Balsamsand with these
She rub'd his NostrilsTemplesand his Neck
Till he awaken'dand began to speak.
Then Maneton the Monarch did constrain
With Wine and Meat his Spirits to sustain.
That done the troubled King th' Enchantress left
Of all his Hopesand all support bereft.
He to his Palace came when dawning Day
Began to springand streak the Eastern way.
Wild was his Aspectsad as Death his Air
And on his Brows state Horrour and Despair.
Distracted Gesturesand deep Sighs confest
The inward pangs and torment of his Breast.
Conscience enrag'd a fiercer Ravager
Than ravening VulturesDid his Bowels tear.
Around his Veins envenom'd Adders clung
And to the Heart the tortur'd Monarch stung.
Vengeance Divine upon his Soul was pour'd
And unextinguish'd Flames his Life devour'd.
Now on the Bed his restless Limbs he threw
Now started upand round th' Apartment flew.
Oft in a threatning Posture did he stand
And on his mighty Fauchion lay'd his hand.
Sometimes he Curs'dBlasphem'dand Rav'd aloud
Then on a suddainMute and Stupid stood.
At last he gave in these expressions vent
To the sad Thoughtsthat did his Soul torment.
The Kingdom from me rent! the Scepter gone!
And Pious Clovis shall ascend the Throne!
Prevent it all ye Powers; this cannot be:
Can Henav'n to such unrighteous Deeds agree?
Belcoran says ithe must be believ'd
A heavy Doomand ne'er to be retriev'd.
And has his God sav'd Clovis from my Hand
That he might Gallia in my stead Command?
Curst be the Fatal Inauspicious Day
Which to my Eyes did the first Light convey.
Curst be the luckless Hour in which I broke
My Infant Fettersand the Womb forsook.
O think it notCelestial Powersa Crime
To raze that Day from the Records of Time.
Let it for ever perishcut the Link
That fastens it to Timeand let it sink.
Let this unhappy Day return no more
But let the Year in passing leap it o'er.
Let it be sunklet it for ever Sleep
Swallow'd and lost in vast Duration's Deep.
But if this Day in turn must be restor'd
Let it for Clouds and Darkness be abhor'd.
Let not a glimpse of Lightno chearful Ray
Distinguish from the Night this dismal Day.
Let it by no good Omen be endear'd
Let no reviving Sounds of Joy be heard.
Let LamentationsGroans and dreadful Crys
With their sad Accents fill the troubled Skys.
By marks of Horror let it still be known
And prove unprosproustill 'tis hateful grown;
Till Men this Dayas some great Judgment mourn
And Prayand With it never may return.
Oh! Why did ne'er a blest Abortion blast
This Lifethat must expire in Shame at last?
Why was not Clotar strangled in the Birth
Why had my Mother Strength to bring me forth?
Why did not fatal Pangs and Labour Throws
Destroyand save me from these mighty Woes?
On Gallia's Throne must haughty Clovis sit?
Must she to take his Yoke her Neck submit?
Ye Powers why do's your Vengeance thus pursue
A Prince whose Guilt is Piety to you?
Push'd on by Zeal for Heav'n I first embru'd
My reeking hands in Slaughter'd Christians Blood.
And is this wretched End the sad Reward
Which you to Crown my Labours have prepar'd?
Against the Gods just is my discontent
They either are Unjustor Impotent;
Who leave me thus to an inglorious Fate
And thus desert the Pious Gallic State.
Who will Devotion at their Altars pay?
Who will regard themor their Priests obey?
Who on their Power and Favour will depend?
Who will their Groves and Shrines henceforth defend?
If they their Vot'ry thus desert at last
Forget my Zealand pious Labours past?
Hereafter may the Franks revenge my Fate
And to the Britons bear Immortal Hate.
May some great Manor some great Woman rise
T' assert Lutetia's Gods and Liberties.
Who may the Britons from this Region chase
And leave no Footsteps of the impious Race.
That may the Honour of our Arms restore
Rebuild our Altarsand regain our Power.
Franks think it just all methods to employ
To spoil Britannia and her Sons destroy.
By Wilesand Fraudsor Forceth' advantage take
And only to betray them Friendship make.
May Britons still your specious Words believe
May you as oft th' uncautious Foe deceive.
In Peace and War let them be equal Foes
And let your Int'rest rule your Faith and Vows.
Still let your Arts the Easy Race beguile
And when they blame youat their Folly smile.
Whate'er they win by Courage in the Field
Let them by Treaty back to Gallia yield.
Where Powerand all perfidious Measures fail
Let Gallia's Women's stronger Arts prevail.
Let Albion's Youth yield to their powerful Charms
Dissolve in Pleasuresand neglect their Arms.
Let these soft Conquerours teach them to obey
Enslave their Princesand their State betray.
Let our Men's Maliceand our Women's Love
To Albion's Realm alike destructive prove.
This day before the Sun must Clotar set
And in the Shades below Belcoran meet?
Must I my Empire and my Friends forsake
Of Gallia my Eternal Farewel take?
But why do I thus idly vex the Air
And vent in fruitless Accents my Despair?
Tho' my Complaints are justyet 'tis in vain
To rave at Heav'nand all the Gods arraign.
I am'tis trueby partial Powers opprest
But how shall Heav'ns Injustice be redrest?
Complaining thusfresh Sufferings I create
But can't decline Irrevocable Fate.
While Life remains'tis better to employ
My utmost Power the Britons to destroy.
With Sword in Hand th' Invader I'll repel
And at the dearest rate my Life will sell.
Since I must falllet me incircled ly
With heaps of slaughter'd Christianswhen I dy.
Since I these Regions must forsakeI'll go
Attended well to the Cold Shades below.
As a tall Oak do's with a mighty Sound
Bring with its fall the Forest to the ground;
So would I lie with Spoils encompass'd round.
Oh that my Arms could both the Poles embrace
And wrest the World's strong Pillars from their Base
That all the cracking Frame might be dis-joyn'd
And bury in its Ruins Humane Kind.
Thus would I fall in Vengeanceas 'tis said
An injur'd Champion of the Hebrews did.
He said. And raging did his Arms demand
Then brandishing his Fauchion in his hand
Onward the Monarch went to Head the Gauls
And led his Cohorts to defend the Walls.
Hopeless become hetherefore fearless grew
And from Despair immoderate Courage drew.
He rav'd aloudand boldly did invite
The British Monarch to renew the Fight.
So when a desp'rate Wretch in India bred
To Death devotes his hot distemper'd Head
The raging Murd'rer flys about the Streets
And wounds with savage Outrage all he meets:
Till he himself receives a fatal Wound
And weltring in his Blood distains the Ground.
Mean timethe Valiant Britons did prepare
Their Armsand all their Instruments of War;
Resolv'd by Storm Lutetia's Walls to gain
And with this Triumph end the great Campaign.
Before the furious Onset did Commence
The Franks prepar'd to make a brave Defence.
Thick on the Walls the Gallic Youth appear'd
And War-like noise thro' every Street was heard.
Some brought long Spearsvast Bars of Iron some
Part arm'd with Dartsand part with Arrows come.
Some raging ran with huge Herculean Clubs
Some massy Balls of Brasssome mighty Tubs
Of Cynderssome great Pots of Sulphur bore
And some the Stones up from the Pavement tore.
What Instruments of Death came next to hand
The Franks caught upthe Britons to withstand.
So when the Foe invades the Fragrant Cells
In which the Bees industrious Nation dwells;
The watchful Centinels the Signal give
To raise the whole Militia of the Hive.
Strait mighty UproarTumultWar-like sound
Thro' all the Waxy Labyrinth rebound.
From their high Seats the noisy Youth descend
In raging Troopstheir Fortress to defend.
The trembling Roof resounds with threatning Swarms
With Captains Furyand the Din of Arms.
Then Pious Arthur three Detachments made
And gave Command Lutetia to invade
In three distinct Attacks; the Chiefs he nam'd
To lead the Troopswere all for Courage fam'd.
Cutar to whom pale Fear was yet unknown
With Death and Danger long familiar grown
Was nam'd to lead the Firstthe Second Band
Talmar the Third brave Maca did Command.
Boldly the Britons march'd to Storm the Walls
And from their lofty Towers to chase the Gauls.
The Archers on the Foe their Arrows spent
And their long Spears the raging Spearmen sent.
Some flaming Firebrands at the Turrets threw
Here Oaken Trunchionshere bright Javelins flew.
Here glitt'ring Darts a bearded Tempest sung
Here showers of Stones by skilful Hands were slung.
Part hurl'd up masly Balls of Ironpart
Threw Wild-fire temper'd with destructive Art;
Artillery more dreadful than the Sword
Which Sodom's Lakeand Ætna's Caves afford
With SulphurNitreand Bitumen stor'd.
The Storm was dreadfulwhile prodigious Cries
And War-like noise rang thro' th' astonish'd Skies.
Many brave Britons on the place expir'd
And many Wounded from the Town retir'd.
Thus long th' undaunted Britons from beneath
With missive Ruinand projected Death
Gaul'd the Lutetians but in vain they strove
From their strong Walls their Squadrons to remove.
Then Cutar hot with Martial Furycry'd
Enoughbrave Friends of this; and then apply'd
His Scaling Ladder to the Wallsthe rest
Provok'd by his Exampleonward prest.
To guard their Heads against the impending War
They joyn'd their Shieldsand held them in the Air
Which with Contiguous Brims a Covering made;
And thus advanc'd Lutetia to invade.
Cutar with noble Ardor in his Eyes
Clad in Refulgent Arms began to rise.
Profuse of Life he mounted from beneath
With Danger pleas'dand negligent of Death:
Of Death which thick descended from the Wall
In all its Shapesand horrible in all.
SpearsArrowsDarts stuck in his batter'd Shield
Thick as the Canes which crown an Indian Field.
A thousand Deaths he on his Shield sustain'd
And the high Battlements had almost gain'd:
At last the Warriour by a Javelin struck
Which past his Shieldand in his in-step stuck
He was oblig'd to quit the hot Attack
And by his Spear supportedhalted back.
Hobbesian (who with Honour do's not name
Hobbesian? his has rais'd Britannia's Fame)
Apply'd his Balm with wondrous Art prepar'd
The Hero heal'dand had a great Reward.
Tho' from the Walls the Chief was forc'd to halt
His Troops by Vebba ledrenew'd th' Assault.
Beneath the brazen Canopy's high Roof
Made by their Shields to beat the Tempest off
They rais'd their Scaling Ladders to the Top
Of the high Battlementsand mounted up.
But still the Gallic Troops maintain'd their Post
And many Valiant Chiefs the Britons lost.
Many were crush'd to pieces by the fall
Of Treesand Rocks hurl'd from Lutetia's Wall.
Some fell in Storms of Arrowssome in Showers
Of Darts projected from the lofty Towers.
Some were by massy Clubs of Life berest
Some had their Heads by Battle-Axes cleft.
Part had their Brains dash'd out by Iron-Balls
Which flying round bespatter'd all the Walls.
Some were with flaming Pitch or Sulphur burn'd
Some from th' inclining Ladder headlong turn'd.
Some having gain'd the Battlement's high tops;
And leaping boldly midst the Gallic Troops
Before their Shields were rais'd to ward the thrust
Pierc'd with the Spearfell Breathless to the Dust.
Mean time in Arms great Talmar glorious Shone
And with a noble fire assail'd the Town.
Illustrious Ansel did the Troops Command
Which Talmar's valiant Squadron did withstand.
The Briton did his usual Ardor show
And with amazing Courage Charg'd the Foe.
He show'd a Mind for great Atchievements form'd
And midst a thousand DeathsLutetia storm'd.
Now he retreatednow he onward flew
Tho' still repuls'ddid still th' Assault renew.
When he at last receiv'd a fatal Blow
From a vast Stone which once th' impending Brow
Of some high Rockfell down with weather worn
Or from it's Airy Seat with Thunder torn.
Great Astroban with both his hands did throw
The craggy heap to crush th' adventrous Foe.
It did his nerves above the Knee-pan wound
The Briton felland strecht along the ground
His Friends came roundand to the Army's Rear
Did from the Walls with grief the Hero bear.
Mean timea Third Assault was carry'd on
By Maca who Immortal Praises won.
Twice his Brigade with Vigour did Attack
The lofty Wallsand twice was beaten back.
Maca enrag'd did the third time renew
The fierce Assaultand with his Ladder flew
To Scale the Townboldly the Warriour rose
And leap'd upon the Walls amidst the Foes.
He beat the Squadrons offand leaping down
Maintain'd a noble Fight within the Town.
His Friends with wondrous Brav'ry strove to gain
The high rais'd Battlementsbut strove in vain.
After a sharp Assaultthe Walls at last
Lanar to follow Maca only past.
So when the Sea urg'd by a furious Gale
Musters his watry Squadrons to assail
A lofty Moundthat do's some Port defend
In fruitless Insults they their Fury spend:
Yet some tall Waves that to the Storm advance
O'erlooking all the Oceanmay by chance
O'er the high Fence their liquid Mountain throw
While all the rest defeated backward flow.
Soonas great Maca saw his valiant Friend
Let ushe cry'dbravely our selves defend.
The Britons may a prosperous Onset make
Bring us Reliefand Strong Lutetia take.
Let us howe'er the Gallic Troops defy
Combate like Britons and like Britons dy.
Let us such firmunshaken Courage show
As may at least intimidate the Foe:
Who when they see what Men the Town assail
Will feel their Spirits sinktheir Courage fail.
Thus by a great and honourable Fall
We shall dismay and help subdue the Gaul
And leave him heartless to defend the Wall.
Bravely the Chiefs th' invading Foe sustain'd
And prest with whole Brigadesthe Fight maintain'd.
Great numbers they destroy'dand spread around
With sever'd Limbsand gasping Heads the ground.
Long Back to Back th' unbroken Warriours stood
Panting with Slaughterred with hostile Blood.
Those of the Franks who hardier than the rest
Close on the mighty Champions onward prest
Did sure Destruction from the Fauchion meet
And fell in heaps before the Conquerours feet.
Henceforth from every Side the Clamorous Foe
Against the Chiefspromiscous Weapons throw.
SpearsJavelinsArrowsDarts across the Sky
In storms of bright Destruction round them fly.
A brave Defence they madeand each great Chief
Show'd Strengthand Courage which exceed Belief.
Their ample Orbs sustain'd a pondrous Wood
Of thick set Spearsthat high and horrid stood.
Their Arms were bluntedand their Armour bruis'd
And gaping Wounds their Blood around diffus'd.
Till faint with bloody LabourWounds and Pain
Lanar fell down and lay strecht out as slain.
Maca turn'd roundand o'er his Body stood
Bath' d in his Ownhis Friendsand Gallic Blood.
With wondrous Constancy th' Intrepid Man
Beat off the thronging Troopswhich on him ran.
Till Clotar hearing that the Walls were Scal'd
Came to repel the Britons and assail'd
With utmost Rage the Caledonian Chief
Who bravely still maintain'd the War-like Strife.
At lastexhausted with expence of Blood
Which from his gaping Wounds in Rivers flow'd
He felland o'er his Friend expiring lay
And gasp'd without a groanhis Life away.
So when strong Shipwrights fell a lofty Pine
Which they a Mast for some tall Ship design
With thick repeated Strokesand frequent Wounds
The Mountain tremblesand the Wood resounds:
As yet th' unshaken Tree amidst the Skies
Scarce nods his headand the sharp Axe defies:
At lasthis roots cut offat every stroke
He learns from side to side to roll and rock;
As he his fitness for the Work would shew
Which when a Mast he must hereafter do.
Then on a suddainwith a mighty sound
He leaves the Heav'nsand loads the groaning Ground.
Clotar rush'd inand with the Fauchion's stroke
Each Champion's Head from off his Shoulder took.
Which high amidst the Air on lofty Poles
To daunt their Friends he planted on the Walls.
The Britons by the miserable Sight
Were not dismay'd; but more provok'd to Fight.
The Pious King by the sad Object mov'd
For he the Warriors much esteem'd and lov'd;
Grasping a flaming Fir-Tree in his hand
Flew to the Eastern Gateand gave Command
That his undaunted Troops should do the same
And burn the Gate down with devouring Flame.
The British Youth their Valiant Prince obey'd
And Trees and Timber to the Gate convey'd
Where soon they rais'd a thick and lofty Wood
Whichas thy Funeral PileLutetia stood.
Quickly the lighted Trees began to Choak
The Heav'ns around with tow'ring Flameand Smoke.
Fast to the Gate th' incumbent Plague adher'd
Which soon but one vast glowing Cole appear'd.
The ruddy Conq'rour with refulgent Arms
Climbs up the Towersand all the Town alarms.
From the high Gate the melted Iron flow'd
And on the ground a pond'rous Deluge glow'd.
The fierce Invader fasten'd on the Walls
And from the cleaving Stones broke mighty Scales;
With ravening Teeth it tore vast pieces out
And ragingthrew the Fragments round about.
The Fire with such Success the Gate assail'd
O'er Oaksand Stonesand Bars of Brass prevail'd.
Some Franks dismay'd to see the Burning spread
Left the high Wallsand from its Terrour fled.
Some to the ground from the high Turrets came
Smother'd with pitchy Smokeand fry'd with Flame.
Somewho to quench the Burningforward rush'd
Were by the falling Heaps in pieces crush'd.
For the high Towersthe Gateand shatter'd Wall
In mingled Ruin now began to fall.
The cracking Structurecrackling Flamesand Cries
Dreadful to heardistracted all the Skies.
Thus did the lofty Gate the Flames obey
And on the ground in smoking Rubish lay.
The Streets were open to the Briton's view
To guard the Breach The Gallic Squadrons flew.
Then Pious Arthur Waving o'er his Head
High in the Airbroad Caliburno said
ComefollowBritons where I lead the way
These Walls no longer can your progress stay.
Then with an ardor wholly Arthur's own
Such as before was ne'er in Battel shown
Up the high Breach the fearless Monarch rose
Resolv'd to cut his passage thro' his Foes:
To whom his glorious Arms more dreadful shone
Then all the impetuous Flames before had done.
He did with Ease o'er the high Ruins leap
And strode with mighty strides from Heap to Heap.
The Briton thus advanc'd; on the other hand
The Franks drew up his fury to withstand.
Marac did first the Briton's course resist
Threw his bright Javelinbut the Warriour mist.
Then his vast Spear the mighty Monarch cast
Which all the folds of the thick Buckler past.
Thence thro' his Skull it passage did obtain
And pierc'd the inmost Marrow of the Brain;
Where the melodious Strings of Sense are found
Up to a due and just extension wound;
All tun'd for Lifeand fitted to receive
Th' harmonious strokes which outward Objects give.
Great Stuffa next oppos'd the King who came
From Alpine Mountains to advance his Fame.
The mighty Allobrog all swoln with rage
Shook his long Ash preparing to engage.
A Breastand Backand Boots of Brass he wore
Dreadful for Armsbut for his Aspect more.
High in the Air his polish'd Shield did glow
As when a Wood burns on a Mountains brow.
Colossus like he on the Ruins stood
Verst in Destructionand inur'd to Blood.
The haughty Chief resolv'd to guard the Breach
And as the King advanc'd within the reach
Of his long Spearthe vast Helvetian threw
Hoping to pierce th' invading Briton thro';
But o'er his Head the pond'rous Weapon flew.
Then at the hideous Allobrog the King
Did with his usual Force and Fury fling
His Glitt'ring Javelinwhose impetuous Stroke
The Warriour's Shin-bone all in Splinters broke.
The Pagan felland did in Torment roar
Curst all his Godsbut Curst King Arthur more.
He on the Breach did his vast Limbs extend
And with his Bulk did still the Town defend.
Arthur came upand with a single Blow
Struck off his Headand then amidst the Foe
The ghastly heap with Indignation threw
Which gnash'd its Teethand Curs'd ev'n as it flew.
Soon as th' Helvetian Champion fellthe rest
Forsook the Breach with pannic Fear possest.
The Conquering Briton march'd undaunted down
And wav'd his flaming Sword within the Town.
The British Youth the King's Command obey'd
Onward they came Lutetia to invade
And o'er the Breach their Ensigns they convey'd.
Here did the Franks a stout Resistance make
And boldly Charg'd the Foeto beat them back.
Long did their Troops a bloody Fight maintain
And many Chiefs were woundedmany slain.
While on the Foe the Pious Briton prest
He struck his Javelin thro' Palmida's Breast.
Next at his feet lay great Olcarden slain
Thro' his right Eye the Weapon pierc'd his Brain.
Then Gyon Bomontand brave Harlam dy'd
By Arthur's Armsand many Chiefs beside.
Broad Caliburno mighty Slaughter made
And high in heaps the Gallic Cohorts laid.
Limbssever'd Headsdismember'd Trunks around
With Helms and Bucklers mixto'erspread the ground.
As when a loud Autumnal Tempest moves
Th' inclining Pinesand shakes the Golden Groves
The Leaves and Fruit from bending boughs fall down
In yellow Showersand all the mountains Crown.
So thick a long the Streets the Pagans lay
Where the destroying Briton made his way.
Mean time King Clotar his Battalions brought
From distant Parts where he before had fought.
Urg'd with resistless Fateand wild with Rage
He wav'd his Fauchion eager to engage.
King Arthur seeing Clotar from afar
Advanc'd with martial Joy to meet the War.
The Franks and Britons did their Ranks divide
And show'd a vast Concern on either side.
As when two Lyons eager to possess
The howling Empire of the Wilderness
Rush to decisive War on Lybia's Plains
They lash their Sidesand shake their Tawny Mains.
Then grinand roarand from their raging Eyes
Send out fierce streams of Fire amidst the Skys.
Death and Defyance in their looks appear
And all the Forest seems to shake with Fear.
With no less deadly Lookswith such a Rage
The mighty Foes for Conquest did engage.
The Gallic King with Fury onward prest
And aim'd a mortal stroke at Arthur's Crest.
His faithful Shield the Fauchion's progress staid
Which in the Plate a deep Impression made.
The Pious Prince enrag'dagainst the Foe
From his strong Arm discharg'd a dreadful Blow.
It beat against his head his spacious Shield
His Eyes grew dimand back the Monarch reel'd.
But he recovering soon his Feet and Sight
Return'd with Fury to renew the Fight.
The War was terribleand either Foe
Did mighty skill in Arms and Courage show.
Lutetia's Towers did with the Strokes resound
And the pale Cohorts trembling stood around.
So when two Eagles on the Airy Brow
Of some high Rocktheir Strength and Courage show
In single Fightthe Feather'd Foes employ
BeaksPouncesWings each other to destroy.
WoodsValleysMountainsShoresand ecchoing Rocks
Ring with the Warand feel the furious strokes.
The Frank observing that his Arm did weild
His Sword in vain against King Arthur's Shield.
Retreatingto the ground did downward stoop
And heav'd a mighty Rocky Fragment up.
Then did the furious Warriour forward step
And hurl'd with both his hands the pondrous Heap.
The Britons trembled when they saw the Stone
With such a Force against their Monarch thrown.
O'er Arthur's Shoulder flew the flinting Rock
But as it past a craggy Corner struck
The Shoulder's pointand his bright Armour bruis'd
Which in his Flesh a painful Wound produc'd.
His Friends grew pale to see that Shoulder hurt
Which did their Empireand their Hopes support.
The Pious Monarch did the Wound neglect
And for one Mortal Stroke did all his might collect
Like some Celestial Sword of temper'd Flame
Down on the Frank keen Caliburno came.
It fell upon his Neck with vengeful Sway
And thro' the shrinking Muscles made its way
The Head re-clin'don the right Shoulder lay.
Down fell the Frank disabled by the Wound
Weltring in Goreand ragingBit the Ground.
The Pious Prince did o'er the Warriour stand
Bright Caliburno flaming in his hand.
And thus the Frank bespoke: Ambitious Prince
Justice Divine do's now Mankind convince
That Heav'ntho' patientdo's not still neglect
To crush Oppressorsand th' Opprest protect.
What Seas of Blood hast thou in pastime shed?
What Rapine has thy Lust of Empire fed?
How hast thou Ravag'dRuin'dSpoil'dUndone
The Realms of Neighbour Princesand thy own?
Thy Friends thou hast betray'dsurpriz'd thy Foes
And broke the Sacred Bonds of solemn Vows.
Europa's wasted Realms proclaim aloud
Thy Thirst of Empireand thy Thirst of Blood.
Long have the Nations round addrest the Skies
For Bolts and Vengeancewith Confederate Cries;
And Heav'n at last with the just Prayer complies.
This saidthe Monarch with a second Blow
Struck off his Headand spurn'd the Vanquish'd Foe.
The Britons rais'd to Heav'n a joyful Shout
The Franks dismay'd with Ignominious Rout
Began to fly; the King their Squadrons chas'd
And o'er their slaughter'd Heaps Victorious pass'd.
So when a Shoal of flying Fish have spy'd
By the Reflection from his glitt'ring Side
A swift Finn'd Dolphin stricking thro' the Tyde;
They fly with all the speed that deadly fear
Can giveto scape the glorious Ravager:
The noise of clashing Armsamazing Cries
And horrid Clamoursrend th' astonish'd Skies.
In all their frightful Formsand Looks appear.
Thro' every Street ran down a Sea of Blood
ShieldsHeadsand Helms lay mingled in the Flood.
The King prest onward with resistless Force
Nor dar'd they make a Stand to stay his course.
As when to Plant some Island newly found
Men Fire the Woods to free th' unwholsome Ground.
The lawless Flames born by Impetuous Winds
Burn down the ancient Oaksand lofty Pines.
They clear the Regionand enrich the Soil
With heaps of Ashesand the Forest's spoil.
So did th' invading Monarch make his way
So thick the Spoils behind the Conqueror lay.
The Franks at lastseeing Lutetia lost
That nothing could resist the British Host
By prudent Clodion's Counsel made a stand
Threw down their Armsand did their Lives demand.
Then Clodion thus the British King bespoke:
We your Compassionmighty Princeinvoke.
Lutetia's yourswe your Imperial Sway
Willas your Subjectsor your Slavesobey.
Your raging TroopsVictorious Kingrestrain
And save the Gallic Youth who yet remain.
Our Wivesour Maidsour Babes for Pity cry
Your Justice will not let the Guiltless dy.
From the destroying Sword their Lives secure
And let your Mercy Triumph o'er your Power.
He said. The King did with Compassion melt
And in his Breast relenting Mercy felt.
Enough of Blood he cry'dthe Sword forbear
Th' Oppressor's Slainlet us the Subject spare.
The British Youth the King's Command obey'd
And Soon the progress of the Sword was stay'd.
Thus in despight of all th' Efforts that Hell
And Earth could make the Briton to repell
With wondrous Toyland mighty Fortitude
The valiant King the haughty Frank Subdu'd.