TO A FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR,

PERSON OF HONOUR, WHO LATELY WRIT A
RELIGIOUS BOOK, ENTITLED, " HISTORICAL
APPLICATIONS, AND OCCASIONAL MEDITA-
TIONS, UPON SEVERAL SUBJECTS.'

Bold is the man that dares engage

For piety in such an age !

Who can presume to find a guard

From scorn, when Heaven's so little spared ?

Divines are pardoned ; they defend 5

Altars on which their lives depend ;

But the profane impatient are.
When nobler pens make this their care ;

For why should these let in a beam

Of divine light to trouble them, 10

And call in doubt their pleasing thought,

That none believes what we are taught ?

High birth, and fortune, warrant give

That such men write what they believe ;

And, feeling first what they indite, 15

New credit give to ancient light.
Amongst these few, our author brings

His well-known pedigree from kings.
This book, the image of his mind.
Will make his name not hard to find ; 20

I wish the throng of Great and Good

Made it less easily understood !



POEMS OF



OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, MOTHER TO
THE PRINCE OF ORANGE ;

AND OF HER PORTRAIT, WRITTEN BY THE LATE
DUCHESS OF YORK WHILE SHE LIVED WITH HER.
Heroic nymph ! in tempests the support.
In peace the glory of the British court !

Into whose arms the church, the state, and all

That precious is, or sacred here, did fall.
Ages to come, that shall your bounty hear, 5

Will think you mistress of the Indies were ;

Though straiter bounds your fortunes did confine.
In your large heart was found a wealthy mine ;

Like the blest oil, the widow's lasting feast.
