ABSTRACT
In fiow'd at once a gay embroider'd race, 275 And titt'ring push'd the Pedants off the place: Some would have spoken, but the voice was drown'd By the French horn, or by the op'ning hound. The first came forwards, with as easy mien, As if he saw St. James's and the Queen. 280 When thus th' attendant Orator begun. 'Receive, great Empress! thy accomplish'd Son: Thine from the birth, and sacred from the rod, A dauntless infant! never scar'd with God. The Sire saw, one by one, his Virtues wake: 285 The Mother begg'd the blessing of a Rake. Thou gav'st that Ripeness, which so soon began, And ceas'd so soon, he ne'er was Boy, nor Man.
