Literature & Theatre > Poem on Prince Eugene

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To whom kind Heaven Valour and Prudence gave,
Cool, but not Dull, and without Raſhneſs, Brave.
Stout like Achilles, like Ulyſſes wiſe,
Who ſeeks not Danger, nor from Danger flyes.
A Life of ſo much Moment and Import,
Should not be Chance's Truſt, nor Fortune's Sport.

The Son of Atreus, whom beleaguer'd Troy
Did twice five Years in a long Siege employ,
Wiſh'd for Ten Neſtors to reduce the Place;
Hadſt Thou, Great Man ! liy'd in thoſe Antique Days,
To leſſer room he had his Wiſh confin'd
Bleſt with Ten Neſtors in Thy Single Mind.

Go, Dauntleſs Prince, and ſtem the Gallick Rage,
Act in one Year the Buſineſs of an Age.
Tho' ſmall the Span of Life, yet courteous Fate,
With greater Souls requites our ſhorter Date.
Tho' no new Inſtance in the World appears
Of Pylian Age, and Patriarchal Years ;
Yet if our Time by Action number'd be,
H' has liv'd Three Hundred, who has fought like Thee.

London: Printed: for J. Baker, Pater-Noſter-Row.1712.

            Just Publiſh'd the Second Edition of
PRince Eugene's Daily Prayer ; which, for it's ſingular Excellency, has been admir'd by all Na-
tions, and Tranſlated into all Languages, and ought to be Preſer'd, with his Immortal Glory, to-
all Succeeding Generations ; with his true Effigies, curiouſly Engraven on a Copper-Plate. Price 3 d
            To Morrow will be Publiſh'd.
A Poem on the Duke of Marlborough, Price I d. Sold by J. Baker, in Pater-Noſter-Row.