XIII.

"How form'd for sway!
"Who look, obey;

"They read the monarch in his port : "Their love and awe

"Supply the law;

"And his own lustre makes the court :"

XIV.

On yonder height,
What golden light

Triumphant shines? and shines alone? Unrivall'd blaze!

The nations gaze!

'Tis not the sun; 'tis Britain's throne.

XV.

Our Monarch, there,
Rear'd high in air,

Should tempests rise, disdains to bend ;
Like British oak,

Derides the stroke;

His blooming honors far extend!

XVI.

Beneath them lies,
With lifted eyes,

Fair Albion, like an amorous maid;
While interest wings

Bold foreign kings

To fly, like eagles, to his shade.

XVII.

At his proud foot

The sea, pour'd out,

Immortal nourishment supplies;

Thence wealth and state,
And power and fate,

Which Europe reads in GEORGE's eyes.

XVIII.

From what we view,
We take the clue,

Which leads from great to greater things: Men doubt no more,

But gods adore,

When such resemblance shines in kings..

EPISTLES

то

MR. POPE,

CONCERNING THE

AUTHORS OF THE AGE.

M.DCC.XXX.