On
the
Marriage
of
his
Serene
Highness
the
Prince
of
Orange
.
ILLUSTRIOUS
Prince
!
forgive
the
feeble
Lay
,
That
now
aspires
to
hail
your
Nuptial
Day
;
Nor
scorn
a
Muse
,
the
meanest
of
the
Nine
,
Who
brings
her
humble
Off'ring
to
your
Shrine
.
And
you
,
Imperial
Nymph
!
whose
lovely
Face
Invites
the
Hero
to
your
chaste
Embrace
,
Vouchsafe
a
Spark
of
your
celestial
Fire
;
Harmonious
Words
,
and
pleasing
Thoughts
inspire
,
Soft
,
as
your
Love
,
and
tuneful
,
as
your
Lyre
:
So
shall
my
Numbers
charm
the
list'ning
Ear
,
And
ev'n
the
glad
NASSAU
delighted
hear
.
NASSAU
has
long
enrich'd
the
Book
of
Fame
,
And
ANNA
now
adorns
the
noble
Name
.
Nations
,
who
saw
the
Light
of
ORANGE
rise
,
With
awful
Splendor
,
in
the
Belgian
Skies
;
Shall
soon
behold
it
with
new
Lustre
shine
,
Join'd
to
a
glorious
Star
,
of
BRUNSWIC's
Line
.
SO
,
where
the
flowing
Sambre
gently
glides
,
The
Swain
delights
to
view
the
beauteous
Tides
:
But
,
when
his
more
extended
Eye
surveys
The
shining
Torrent
join
the
spacious
Maese
;
Both
Rivers
,
thus
,
with
friendly
Union
flow
,
And
to
the
Sight
superior
Beauty
show
.
WHENE'ER
the
Gods
a
noble
Race
intend
,
They
suit
the
Causes
to
the
destin'd
End
,
Nor
yoke
unequal
Hearts
in
Nuptial
Love
:
JOVE's
valiant
Bird
disdains
the
fearful
Dove
;
Great
Minds
,
by
native
Sympathy
,
combine
,
As
golden
Particles
the
closest
join
.
Paternal
Virtues
in
their
Bosom
roll
,
Ally'd
in
Love
by
Nobleness
of
Soul
:
Hence
Thrones
and
Sceptres
shine
neglected
Things
,
Hence
Royal
ANNE
prefers
NASSAU
to
Kings
;
While
Britons
with
united
Hearts
rejoice
,
And
willing
Senators
applaud
the
Choice
,
To
see
their
KING
(
to
Honour
ever
true
)
Discharge
the
Debt
to
sacred
WILLIAM
due
;
Immortal
WILLIAM
!
by
whose
prudent
Cares
We
yet
enjoy
the
Fruits
of
all
our
Wars
;
Our
Laws
,
Religion
,
Liberty
,
and
Peace
,
And
ev'n
the
Blessings
of
the
BRUNSWIC
Race
.
NOR
Thou
,
Illustrious
ORANGE
!
blush
to
own
,
Thy
Honour
,
thus
ally'd
to
Albion's
Crown
;
Blest
with
a
Princess
,
in
whose
Form
we
trace
Her
Father's
Majesty
,
and
Mother's
Grace
;
Bright
Orbs
of
Pow'r
,
that
,
with
propitious
Ray
,
Dispel
our
Clouds
,
and
beautify
our
Day
:
Not
as
the
Comet
,
raging
thro'
the
Air
,
Infects
the
World
with
Pestilence
and
War
;
But
,
like
the
Sun
,
their
Beams
of
Goodness
glow
,
Inspiring
Life
,
and
chearing
all
below
.
Such
are
the
glorious
SIRE
,
and
gracious
DAME
,
From
whence
the
beauteous
Bride
of
ORANGE
came
.
And
shall
unerring
Nature
change
her
Kind
?
What
Lion
e'er
produc'd
a
tim'rous
Hind
?
The
Royal
Eagles
Royal
Eagles
breed
,
And
Heroes
from
heroic
Sires
proceed
:
Rome's
Founder
,
thus
,
confess'd
his
Race
Divine
;
Thus
NASSAU
copies
the
NASSOVIAN
Line
;
Thus
ANNA's
noble
Stream
of
Virtue
flows
,
High
,
as
the
Regal
Spring
,
from
whence
it
rose
.
Thrice
happy
Nymph
,
with
ev'ry
Grace
supply'd
!
Thrice
happy
Prince
,
with
such
a
heav'nly
Bride
!
In
whom
superior
Sense
with
Judgment
joins
,
Her
Beauty
much
,
but
more
her
Merit
shines
.
How
glorious
!
When
such
Worth
adorns
the
Great
,
We
hear
,
we
see
,
admire
,
and
imitate
:
Virtue
,
in
Them
,
attracts
remotest
Eyes
;
But
,
in
the
vulgar
Soul
,
unheeded
lies
.
As
radiant
PHOEBUS
darts
superior
Light
,
While
smaller
Planets
shun
the
watchful
Sight
.
ACCOMPLISH'D
thus
,
let
her
Example
fire
The
drooping
Muse
,
and
wake
the
sounding
Lyre
:
To
aid
Religion
,
be
her
chiefest
Care
,
(
Heav'n
justly
claims
the
Soul
,
it
made
so
fair
)
To
stem
the
Torrent
of
licentious
Rage
,
And
prop
the
Virtues
of
a
sinking
Age
;
Exalting
Science
to
her
ancient
Height
,
To
raise
declining
Arts
,
and
make
the
Rude
polite
:
While
great
NASSAU
,
whom
native
Glory
warms
,
Whene'er
his
Country
calls
him
forth
to
Arms
,
May
fire
the
Belgians
in
the
Field
of
MARS
,
Consult
their
Peace
,
or
animate
their
Wars
;
Paint
his
Forefathers
to
their
wond'ring
Eye
,
And
teach
'em
how
to
conquer
,
or
to
die
;
Like
him
,
who
bravely
dar'd
to
break
their
Chain
,
Tho'
held
by
all
the
Force
and
Fraud
of
Spain
:
For
injur'd
Liberty
the
Sword
he
draws
,
Resolv'd
to
gain
,
or
perish
in
the
Cause
;
And
having
long
the
doubtful
Combat
try'd
,
Like
CAESAR
vanquish'd
,
and
like
CAESAR
King
WILLIAM's
Great-Grandfather
,
the
First
great
Assertor
of
the
Belgian
Liberties
,
assassinated
at
Delph
.
dy'd
;
Tho'
diff'rent
far
the
Motives
of
their
Mind
;
That
fought
to
conquer
,
this
to
save
Mankind
;
Till
prais'd
,
lamented
,
envy'd
,
and
admir'd
,
The
Hero
,
Patriot
,
and
the
Prince
expir'd
.
O
!
where
did
then
the
Guardian
Angels
hide
?
Nor
watch'd
to
turn
the
guilty
Ball
aside
;
When
he
,
whom
armed
Hosts
could
not
withstand
,
Now
falls
a
Victim
to
one
Villain's
Hand
!
BUT
rise
,
ye
Muses
,
quit
the
pensive
Lay
:
Nor
damp
the
Joys
of
this
auspicious
Day
.
Since
yet
the
glorious
Name
of
ORANGE
stands
,
Since
Royal
ANNA
seals
the
Nuptial
Bands
;
Soon
may
Imperial
ADOLPHS
rise
again
,
Again
new
FRED'RICS
thunder
on
the
Main
,
Rouzing
the
Martial
Youth
to
War's
Alarms
,
(
If
proud
Iberians
shine
again
in
Arms
)
To
guard
their
Country
from
tyrannic
Pow'r
,
And
be
,
what
glorious
WILLIAM
was
before
.
NOR
shall
the
States
invading
Forces
fear
,
Ere
pregnant
Time
the
promis'd
Heroes
bear
;
Nor
want
Allies
their
Freedom
to
defend
,
Since
BRUNSWIC
reigns
,
and
ALBION
is
their
Friend
.
As
branching
Oaks
protect
the
rural
Swain
,
Secure
from
Summer
Heat
,
and
Winter
Rain
;
So
shall
our
Monarch
,
with
paternal
Aid
,
His
Regal
Shelter
o'er
Batavia
spread
:
Long
as
the
Sceptre
fills
his
Royal
Hand
,
A
true
Palladium
shall
insure
the
Land
.
AND
if
the
prescient
Muses
guide
my
Lay
,
Or
future
Secrets
PHOEBUS
can
display
;
The
Day
shall
shine
distinguish'd
from
the
rest
,
That
ANNA
dignify'd
,
and
HYMEN
blest
;
In
which
AUGUSTUS
fortifies
his
Throne
,
And
plans
a
Scheme
of
Union
for
his
Son
;
Bespeaks
Allies
for
Princes
yet
to
come
,
New
Friends
to
Britain
,
and
new
Foes
to
Rome
.
PROCEED
,
Great
MONARCH
!
new
Allies
to
gain
,
And
with
new
Nuptial
Leagues
our
Peace
maintain
:
So
shall
thy
beauteous
Nymphs
secure
with
Charms
That
Safety
,
other
Kings
defend
with
Arms
;
They
,
VENUS
like
,
could
MARS
himself
surprize
,
And
awe
stern
Tyrants
with
their
conqu'ring
Eyes
.