Sing on, _Harmonious Swan_, in weeping strains,
And tell _Pastora's_ Death to mournful Swains.
Or with more pleasing Charms, with softer Airs
Sweeten our Passions, and delude our Cares.
Or let thy _Satyr_ grin with half a Smile,
And jeer in _Easy Etherege's_ Style.
Let _Manly Wycherly_ chalk out the Way,
And Art direct, where Nature goes astray.
'Tis not for Thee to Write of Conqu'ring Kings,
The Noise of Arms will break thy Am'rous Strings.

The _Teian Muse_ invites Thee from above
To lay Thy Trumpet down, and sing of Love.
Let _MONTAGUE_ describe _Boyn's_ swelling Flood
And purple Streams fatned with Hostile Blood.
O Heavenly Patron of the needy Muse!
Whose powerful Name can nobler heat infuse.
When You _Nassau's_ bright Actions dar'd to see,
_You_ was the _Eagle_, and _Apollo He_.
But when He read You, and Your Value knew,
_He_ was the _Eagle_, and _Apollo You_.
Both spoke the Bird in her _Æthereal_ height,
The _Majesty_ was _His_, and _Thine_ the _Flight_.
Both did _Apollo_ in His Glory shew,
The Silver _Harp_ was _Thine_, and _His_ the _Bow_,

So may _Pierian Clio_ cease to fear,
When _Honour_ deigns to sing, and _Majesty_ to hear!
So may she favour'd live, and always please
Our _Dorset's_, and Judicious _Normanby's_!