To His ROYAL HIGHNESS The DUKE of CUMBERLAND, On His BIRTH-DAY. Stephen Duck 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. T90234 K073280.000 Duck, Stephen, 1705-1756. Poems on several occasions: By Stephen Duck. London printed for the author 1736 pp. 137-139. xl,334,[2]p. ; 4⁰.

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To His ROYAL HIGHNESS The DUKE of CUMBERLAND , On His BIRTH-DAY . TWELVE This was writ , when the DUKE enter'd into the Twelfth Year of his Age . times hath SOL his annual Race begun , Since JOVE descended from his radiant Throne : Around the pendent Globe , the God pursu'd His circling March , and human Actions view'd ; But griev'd that Virtue droop'd her languid Head , While Vice , from Clime to Clime , contagious spread . Back , to his native Seat , he sternly flies ; And sends an Edict thro' the spacious Skies , To call th'Ethereal Pow'rs : Swift flew his Word ; Th'Ethereal Pow'rs , as swift , attend their Lord . Upon Olympus' Top the Synod met , Where , high inthron'd , the thund'ring Monarch sat ; And , with a Nod , that shook the Spheres , he swore , The Minor Gods should visit Earth no more . What , must your earthly Sons , MINERVA cry'd , Explore their doubtful Way without a Guide ? If PALLAS must no more to Mortals go , Let PALLAS beg a Substitute below , Worthy to rule the World , whose noble Mind May copy out the Gods to human Kind . She lowly bow'd ; and JOVE , consenting , smil'd ; Go , form , said he , this new-imagin'd Child : Collect the best Materials , where you will ; And let us see , for once , MINERVA's Skill . He said ; she hastens o'er the bright Abodes , Selecting each Perfection of the Gods : From MARS she warlike Strength and Courage took ; But soften'd them with VENUS' graceful Look : To these she added HERMES' Eloquence , And crown'd it with her own superior Sense : Some of APOLLO's piercing Rays she stole ; And , while the MUSES play'd , she form'd a Soul . When thus compos'd the bright Ingredients lay , She nobly drest them in Ethereal Clay ; JOVE touch'd the Mass with his enliv'ning Hand , And vital Warmth inspir'd a CUMBERLAND .