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 My complimerts to the king and royal family
 
 THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES 
 
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 M Y 
 
 COMPLIMENTS 
 
 T O T H E 
 
 King and Royal Family 
 
 UPON HIS 
 
 MA J E S T Y's B I R T H-D A Y, 
 
 November lo, 1755.
 
 M Y 
 
 C O I 
 
 L I M E N T S 
 
 TO THE 
 
 ING and ROYAL FAMILY 
 
 UPON HIS 
 
 MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY, 
 
 November i o, 1755. 
 
 '^-y 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 Printed in the Year MDCCLVI.
 
 M Y 
 
 COMPLIMENTS 
 
 T O T H E 
 
 King and Royal Family 
 
 UPON HIS 
 
 majesty's birt h-d a y, 
 
 IVovember lo, 1755. 
 
 LE T all be hufli'd, v/hilft I with Rapture (ing. 
 Hear me, O hear me ! Venerable King : 
 Whilft I, in Song of wildeft Melody, 
 Pour forth the Praifes of your Majefty : 
 Spread the fair Glories that around you fhine ; 
 And call up ev'ry Star that makes you mine ! 
 
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 God 
 
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 God — in Religion — Let him be your Guide : 
 
 The Drofs melt down ; to be by him fupply'd. 
 
 Fraud in Religion arms the Devil's Book, 
 
 To State-trick much and a whole People rook. 
 
 The Mafk torn off, true Piety appears : 
 
 And Reafon leads whole Nations by the Ears. 
 
 O Juftice, Attribute divine in Man ! 
 
 Kings become Gods, who aid it all they can : 
 
 Who will no Ad, no Publick Law enforce j 
 
 Till Gcd fends down from Heav'n — My King, indorfe. 
 
 To rigid Juftice, Mercy lends her Ear ; 
 
 And what the Law denies, the King will hear. 
 
 Let Oude?7ardas Field your Courage tell ! 
 
 Who look'd fo Martial, or who fought fo well ? 
 
 Who charged the Foe with greater Fire, or Force ? 
 
 Who felt unmov'd, the trembling, falling Horfe ? 
 
 Sound, found, O Fame! thy Trumpet loud and true ; 
 
 All, all this Blaze to my King GEORGE is due. 
 
 In early Life fucli Deeds in Arms were done, 
 
 As prove you able to defend the Throne. 
 
 Rife, Mnfe, to highcil: Argument ; yet bring 
 
 The higheft Glory to th' all-glorious King. 
 
 See
 
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 See him, now worn widi Year^, remount agcn, 
 And God-like Wonder do at Dett'mgen. 
 I'his Place to latefi: Times rnall lland, and fliew 
 Your matchlefs Valoin-, Sir, and Wifdom too. 
 Wliere Gi'afivilh then, as now, confpicuous mov'd ; 
 Mov'd Heav'n and Earth, to prove how well he lov'd. 
 Thro' the thick Fire, how fafe (not fafe before) 
 Headed by you, your Men and Arms you bore. 
 Thro' Fire and Smoke, fo calm you made Retreat, 
 Angels look'd down, and faid, Well, this is great. 
 ^ Your Temperance, Sir, what need have I to tell ? 
 Long Life, and perfed. Senfes, prove it well ; 
 Or Patience, that enables you to wear 
 An earthly, while a heav'nly Crown's your Care. 
 Brave, hearty Prince, at Threefcore Years and Ten, 
 Defying Winds and Waves, you arm agen ; 
 On the rough Ocean boldly venture over, 
 Tofs'd and re-tofs'd, to vilit Hanover. 
 Our publick and our private Pray'rs we give ; 
 Teaze Heav'n to fave you, ftill to reign and live. 
 Thy modeft Habit, and thy humble State, 
 The Look celeftial, and eafy Gait, 
 
 B 2 Declare
 
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 Declare the inward Struclure of the Mind, 
 And prove thee not to Pride or Vice inclin'd : 
 Pride was not made for Kings. In Thee I fpy 
 But univerfal Love and Charity : 
 
 The Source, whence Bounty fprings— fuch Kings fhould be. 
 
 Such Kings, hke Heav'n, alone difpenfe it free. 
 
 O ! how I wifh your Majefty would deign 
 
 To hear me beg ; nor let me beg in vain : 
 
 The Sick fhould be reliev'd ; in Oxford ftand 
 
 An Hofpital, rais'd by your lib'ral Hand. 
 
 Oxford fo fair, and once the Joy of Kings, 
 
 Once more lliould tafte what Sovereign Favour brings. 
 
 The Touch more hallow'd than the Palm of Priefts, 
 
 Or Ave-Mary s of Right Rc\crend Cheats, 
 
 Who, under Heav'n's own Canopy, deny 
 
 God, but, indeed, the Devil deify. 
 
 I'vT done my Duty, Sir, fo to relate, 
 
 So wifli ; when I your Glory celebrate : 
 
 Yours Sir, that fhines fo ftrong \\ithin your Court : 
 
 And, by your Leave now, thither I'll relort \ 
 
 Where without Virtue ev'ry Joy is loft; 
 
 Stars, Titles, Ribbons — all— an empty Boaft. 
 
 O charming !
 
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 O charming ! O divine ! What: Ecilacy ! 
 Thus to behold the Royal Family; • 
 See the Grand Prefsnce in the Circle move ; 
 V/hilft all around is Joy, and Peace, and Love ! 
 But fee, which Way does the Grand Prefence walk ! 
 Say next with whom the King is pleas'd to talk. 
 Ha ! with what Goddefs-like Demeanour feen, 
 And Lowlinefs, majeftic like a Queen ! 
 To meet whofe Smiles the God-like Hero walks ; 
 And firfl: with Yarmouth pleaiantly he talks : 
 Who yields, with Grace fuperior, all her Charms ; 
 The Dov/'crer Princefs comins; to his Arms. 
 With the whole Majefly of Heav'n fhe moves, 
 Penfive in Thought. She fmiles, flie joys, flie loves. 
 She loves ; but not as erft when Frederick, 
 Her Joy, her Life, her Ail, imprefs'd her Lip : 
 Sooth'd her with Blandifhment ; would fawn and play 
 Around her Neck, or on her Bofom lay. . 
 That Neck, that Bofom, Jewels flill adorn. 
 But, ah ! his Hand, the living Jewel, 's gone. 
 The King fuftains her Lofs, and well he can : 
 Heav'n leaves the Guardian, when it takes a Man. 
 
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 My dear Amelia gladdens now my Eye, 
 Joj re\'els in my Heart while flie is by : 
 With Drops oF Sweetnefs hung her Vifage glows, 
 Enrich'd with Joys, ftill fparkling as {lie goes ; 
 The King's own Coin, all-glorious to behold, 
 Clad o'er with Radiance heav'nly as with Gold : 
 The King with Tendernefs hangs o'er his own 
 De-ar Child, and owns his Likenefs thither flown. 
 So rich a Profped:, and fo foft a Scene, 
 Not above once a Twelvemonth fhould be feen. 
 Yet, in the Royal Feaft, one Joy I mifs, 
 "Thy Abfence, Ca?'ol'me^ invades the Biifs ; 
 Thy Health, ill-fated Princefs, robs m.y Hope, 
 
 And bids me what I long to fee revoke. 
 See, fee ! who yonder ftands ! a God in Port ; 
 His Head w^ith Laurels crown'd, a fpotlefs Sort ; 
 Not fuch as Ccefar wore; who, cool in Thought, 
 To ruin, n(?t to fave his Country, fought : 
 Such as on MarlF rough\ Brows unfully'd fhone. 
 For God-like Deeds, and glorious Battles won. 
 And fnot a Luftre down thro' all his Race to come. 
 
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 Nobleft
 
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 Nobleft Prelieminence is William's due, 
 His Country's Pillar, and his Father's too. 
 The King recalls — Culloden ftands confeft — 
 The Duke's full Glory opening to his Bread, 
 With open Arms the Hero George receives. 
 And owns his own great Soul in WilFam lives. 
 Clofe ftanding by his Side a princely Boy 
 Invites my Eye, and fills my Heart with Joy : 
 Climbling fo fafl: to Manhood, lo ! a Tree, 
 A blooming Tree, fprung from a Twig I fee. 
 The modefl: Youth adorn'd with many a Grace, 
 But the moft fair the Blufh upon his Face : 
 Beft Pledge of virtuous Fruit ; it bloflbms ^o, 
 Buds, and at laft does to Perfedlion grow. 
 Grow on in ev'ry Virtue, grow and fhine. 
 But make the Patriot Virtue wholly thine. 
 Your Father, Grandfire, Uncle, fhudy well ; 
 The Court, the Town, the Country wifely fpell. 
 Learn how, before you are, to be a King : 
 Beware of Party — Union is the Thing — 
 Glory and Happinefs from Union flow, 
 Divifion foon or late brings Shame and Woe. 
 
 Learn
 
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 Lcani to inlill the Heads, the Hearts, the Hands, 
 
 or a wh.olc People to voiir great Commands. 
 
 Eat v.-]iy do I fo moralize and preach, 
 
 When vou have thofe mucli better {kill'd to teach? 
 
 Tlie Prince oi' Wales, I hope, will me forgive, 
 
 When thus I \\-rite, and wiili him thus to live. 
 
 Full on Prince Ed^a?\i iiow I throw rny E^'cs, 
 
 And view tlie manly Boy with vaft Suprize : 
 
 I \ievv-, and fee hin.i coming on apace, 
 
 To march the Road of his illuftrious Race. 
 
 His open Look, and Carriage bold and brave, 
 
 Tell me, hell neitlier be, nor make a Slave. 
 
 Well done, brave Boy, King Edijoard let before thee j 
 
 Mark all the Deeds in his moll noble Story : 
 
 Read and remember our own H^illories 
 
 Of Reigns, or good or bad the Witnefies. 
 
 Next fee, with Look of fweeteft Lmocence, 
 
 A Virgin Beauty, fair without Pretence : 
 
 Thy Charms fo rare 1 fo fine ! fo delicate ! 
 
 Hard Taflc ! thy Form, Augiifia, to relate. 
 
 The ruddy Rills change Colour ; changing quite 
 
 From Red to Blue to variegate the V/hite. 
 
 Thro'
 
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 Thro' thy fine Skin how bkie the Veins appear, 
 The Rills glide down the Milky- Way fo clear 
 Of thy bare Bofom, fave what Diamonds hide. 
 The fparkling Diamonds under which they glide ! 
 What Pen can write, what Pencil paint, or tell 
 What Tongue of Man, the wanton Loves that dweU 
 In all thy Charms, and fport and revel there ! 
 A Sight fo rich, what FleHi and Blood can bear ? 
 Thy fine Complexion glows with living Fires, 
 Thy rolling Eyes call up our young Defires. 
 To meet the Touch how kind thy Bofom fwells, 
 The Touch forbid the am'rous Boy repels : 
 Thy Coral Lips invite to Kifles fweet, 
 O'er-joy'd the Blufhes on thy Cheeks to meet : 
 Thy lovely Hair, or plaited, or in Curls, 
 Hung loofely down thy Shoulders, Joy unfurls: 
 Thy flender Waift fo delicately round. 
 Fit for a King to clafp, or Jove to hold. 
 As you, fweet Nymph, thro' graceful Motion feen, 
 Are well deferving to commence a Queen — 
 Befides, a Group of Beauties fnatch my Eye, 
 My Heart I fcarce can hold as they draw nigh j 
 
 C A Venus
 
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 A Vemis each ; what Looks ! what Breafcs ! wliat Eyes ! 
 
 Snatch me, my God, from Court, pray take me to the Skies,. 
 
 How long can I be Lord of my Dcfires, 
 
 When fo furrounded by ten Thoufand Fires ? 
 
 The King furveys the Virtue ev'ry where : 
 
 And this, 'tis juft to own I valu'd there ; 
 
 That e'en at Court I pleaded Virtue's Weight ; 
 
 The Monarch fmil'd, and bid his Lords be great : 
 
 Said Ribbons, Titles, Stars, were empty Things, 
 
 Without the folid Joy that Virtue brings. 
 
 No Difappointment breaks the Patriot Breafl ; 
 
 It feels, it knows, it loves, and is at refl:. 
 
 So charming, fo divine, felf-ravifhing, 
 
 Virtue gives all in all, is ev'ry Thing, 
 
 Sir, of your meanefl Subjeft makes a King. 
 
 The Angel paus'd ; yet, in the Royal Ear 
 
 So charming left his Voice, that ftill to hear 
 
 A while the Prefence fat, and thought he fpoke. 
 
 When the God rofe and awful Silence broke — 
 
 My Dear, who ftands thy Friend } The King faid, I. 
 Who'll fpeak for thee ? how quick did I reply : 
 
 The
 
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 '^ The Houfe of Lords, and Commons, Sir, 1 hope. 
 Be plain, be ferious ; thus you fcem to joke. 
 Who knows thee ? Tell me ftrait— Then flrait I brouglit 
 A Granvilk^ Pelham^ Marlb'rot/gh^ to his Thought. 
 
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