THE Horse and the Olive: OR, WAR and PEACE. Thomas Parnell Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. N842 P77 K000532.000 Parnell, Thomas, 1679-1718. The Horse and the Olive: or, War and Peace. [London] Printed for John Morphew, near Stationers-hall 1713 pp. []-[]. [2]p.; 1/2⁰.

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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 .