THE
Horse
and
the
Olive
:
OR
,
WAR
and
PEACE
.
WITH
Moral
Tale
let
Ancient
Wisdom
move
,
Which
thus
I
sing
to
make
the
Moderns
wise
:
Strong
Neptune
once
with
sage
Minerva
strove
,
And
rising
Athens
was
the
Victor's
Prize
.
By
Neptune
,
Plutus
(
Guardian
Pow'r
of
Gain
)
,
By
Great
Minerva
,
Bright
Apollo
stood
:
But
Jove
superior
bad
the
Side
obtain
Which
best
contriv'd
to
do
the
Nation
Good
.
Then
Neptune
striking
,
from
the
parted
Ground
The
Warlike
Horse
came
pawing
on
the
Plain
,
And
as
it
toss'd
its
Mane
,
and
pranc'd
around
,
By
this
,
he
cries
,
I'll
make
the
People
Reign
.
The
Goddess
smiling
gently
bow'd
the
Spear
,
And
,
rather
thus
they
shall
be
bless'd
,
she
said
;
Then
upwards
shooting
in
the
Vernal
Air
With
loaded
Boughs
the
fruitful
Olive
spread
.
Jove
saw
what
Gifts
the
Rival
Pow'rs
design'd
,
And
took
th'
impartial
Scales
,
resolv'd
to
show
,
If
greater
Bliss
in
Warlike
Pomp
we
find
,
Or
in
the
Calm
which
Peaceful
Times
bestow
.
On
Neptune's
part
he
plac'd
Victorious
Days
,
Gay
Trophies
won
,
and
Fame
extending
wide
:
But
Plenty
,
Safety
,
Science
,
Arts
,
and
Ease
,
Minerva's
Scale
with
greater
weight
supply'd
.
Fierce
War
devours
whom
gentle
Peace
wou'd
save
,
Sweet
Peace
restores
what
angry
War
destroys
,
War
made
for
Peace
with
that
rewards
the
Brave
,
While
Peace
its
Pleasures
from
it
self
enjoys
.
Hence
vanquish'd
Neptune
to
the
Sea
withdrew
,
Hence
wise
Minerva
rul'd
Athenian
Lands
,
Her
Athens
hence
in
Arts
and
Honour
grew
,
And
still
her
Olives
deck
pacifick
Hands
.
From
Fables
thus
disclos'd
,
a
Monarch's
Mind
May
form
just
Rules
to
chuse
the
Truly-Great
:
And
Subjects
weary'd
with
Distresses
find
Whose
kind
Endeavours
most
befriend
the
State
.
Ev'n
Britain
here
may
learn
to
place
her
Love
,
If
Cities
won
her
Kingdoms
Wealth
have
cost
,
If
ANNA's
Thoughts
the
PATRIOT-SOULS
approve
Whose
Cares
restore
that
Wealth
the
Wars
had
lost
.
But
if
we
ask
the
Moral
to
disclose
Whom
best
EUROPA'S
Patroness
it
calls
,
Great
ANNA's
Title
no
Exception
knows
,
And
unapply'd
in
this
the
Fable
falls
.
With
Her
no
Neptune
or
Minerva
vyes
;
Whene'er
she
pleas'd
her
Troops
to
Conquest
flew
,
Whene'er
she
pleases
Peaceful
Times
arise
:
She
gave
the
Horse
,
and
gives
the
Olive
too
.
FINIS
.