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With the long Shades of Calumny o'ercaſt,
Virtue ſo prov'd has even an Ordeal pavt.
All great Foundations ſtill muſt bear ſome Shock :
Some Storms muſt daſh, though but to try the Rock.
The great Alcides, as his Labours Prize,
Did to the Stars a Conſtellation riſe :
But grappl'd Monsters firſt, before he reacht the Skies.
An Angry Senate, and Litigious Bar,
How have they made their whole Confed'rate War ?
Puſht all th'Attacks their Rage or Spight cou'd make;
Vain their falſe Hopes wou'd DUNCOMB's Baſis ſhake :
Whilſt Fortified with Honours beſt Defence,
Bulwarkt with TRUTH, wall'd round with INNOCENCE,
He view'd from far their threatning Vengeance lour,
And SINGLY flood their whole United Pow'r :
Till tir'd with their weak Batteries he ſaw
His Bluſhing Foes their half ſham'd Siege withdraw.
Thus, Sir, with all the Wreathes of Conquest crown'd,
All honeſt Hearts your Io Peans found.
Break forth in Glory then from that poor Shade,
The Chort-liv'd Mills thoſe Earth-born Vapours made.
The Nobleſt Worth from diſpell'd Clouds does rife :
The Brighteſt Light clears its own darken'd Skies.
The Tug of Virtue founds the Heros Fame:
Surmounted Dangers build th' Immortal Name.
Battled, Aſſayl'd, Surrounded on each Hand,
Boaſt, Sir, a Triumph only worthy YOU:
(So ſtrong the Cauſe of Truth! ) 'tis Great to ſtand
The Univerſal Shock, and Greater to ſubdue.
Thus, Sir, at all your Deſpis'd Enemies ſmile;
And make their Spight your own rich Diamonds Foyle.
Oh Endy, thou, who with malignant Eyes,
All bloodſhot, feeſt exalted Greatneſs riſe;
What feeble Forces does thy Malice bring,
Where thy Snakes hiſs, but want the Pow'r to fling ?
With all theſe Marks of HO NOU R, truly Great,
Fill the proud LONDON'S Conſulary Seat.
There, Sir, outſhine, outſhine All that before
In fair Auguſta's Lift that Title bore.
Outſhine!-------And is that all we have to ask ?
That's the Great DUNCOMB's leaſt and eaſieſt Task.
DUN COMB with all that Grandeur', all that Port,
His Post ſo fill'd, ſhall raiſe his CITY-COURT:
So throw out all the Racers of the Chace;
So plume in Fame, outſtrip with ſuch a Grace ;
His Luſtre all their fainter Beams muſt ſhade-------
Thus moves a Coronation Cavalcade.
The Humbler Glories in the Front appear,
Whilſt the Laſt Great CROWN'D BROW brings up the Rear.

LONDON: Printed for A. Baldwin, at the Oxford- Arms in Warwick-Lane, 1699.