An
ODE
To
the
Right
Honourable
STEPHEN
POYNTZ
,
Esq
;
&c.
&c.
By
the
Honourable
Sir
CHARLES
HAN
.
WILLIAMS
,
Kt.
of
the
Bath
.
Sensere
quid
mens
rite
,
quid
indoles
Nutrita
faustis
sub
penetralibus
Posset
—
Doctrina
sed
vim
promovet
insitam
,
Rectique
cultus
pectora
roborant
.
HOR.
Od.
4.
Lib.
4.
I.
WHILST
William's
deeds
and
William's
praise
Each
English
breast
with
transport
raise
,
Each
English
tongue
employ
;
Say
,
Poyntz
,
if
thy
elated
heart
Assumes
not
a
superior
part
,
A
larger
share
of
joy
?
II
.
But
that
thy
country's
high
affairs
Employ
thy
time
,
demand
thy
cares
,
You
shou'd
renew
your
flight
;
You
only
shou'd
this
theme
pursue
—
Who
can
for
William
feel
like
you
?
Or
who
like
you
can
write
?
III
.
Then
to
rehearse
the
Hero's
praise
,
To
paint
this
sunshine
of
his
days
,
The
pleasing
task
be
mine
—
To
think
on
all
thy
cares
o'erpaid
,
To
view
the
Hero
you
have
made
,
That
pleasing
part
be
thine
.
IV
.
Who
first
should
watch
,
and
who
call
forth
This
youthful
Prince's
various
worth
,
You
had
the
publick
voice
;
Wisely
his
royal
Sire
consign'd
To
you
,
the
culture
of
his
mind
,
And
England
blest
the
choice
.
V.
You
taught
him
to
be
early
known
By
martial
deeds
of
courage
shewn
:
From
this
,
near
Mona's
flood
,
By
his
victorious
Father
led
,
He
flesh'd
his
maiden
sword
,
he
shed
,
And
prov'd
th'
illustrious
blood
.
VI
.
Of
Virtue's
various
charms
you
taught
.
With
happiness
and
glory
fraught
,
How
her
unshaken
pow'r
Is
independent
of
success
;
That
no
defeat
can
make
it
less
,
No
conquest
make
it
more
,
VII
.
This
,
after
Tournay's
fatal
day
,
'
Midst
sorrow
,
cares
,
and
dire
dismay
,
Brought
calm
,
and
sure
relief
;
He
scrutiniz'd
his
noble
heart
,
Found
Virtue
had
perform'd
her
part
,
And
peaceful
slept
the
Chief
.
VIII
.
From
thee
he
early
learnt
to
feel
The
Patriot's
warmth
for
England's
weal
;
(
True
Valour's
noblest
spring
)
To
vindicate
her
Church
distrest
;
To
fight
for
Liberty
opprest
;
To
perish
for
his
King
.
IX
.
Yet
say
,
if
in
thy
fondest
scope
Of
thought
,
you
ever
dar'd
to
hope
That
bounteous
heaven
so
soon
Would
pay
thy
toils
,
reward
thy
care
,
Consenting
bend
to
ev'ry
pray'r
,
And
all
thy
wishes
crown
?
X.
We
saw
a
wretch
with
trait'rous
aid
,
Our
King's
and
Church's
rights
invade
:
And
thine
,
fair
Liberty
!
We
saw
thy
Hero
fly
to
war
,
Beat
down
Rebellion
,
break
her
spear
,
And
set
the
nation
free
.
XI
.
Culloden's
field
,
my
glorious
theme
,
My
rapture
,
vision
,
and
my
dream
,
Gilds
the
young
Hero's
days
:
Yet
can
there
be
one
English
heart
That
does
not
give
thee
,
Poyntz
,
thy
part
,
And
own
thy
share
of
praise
?
XII
.
Nor
is
thy
fame
to
thee
decreed
For
life's
short
date
:
when
William's
head
,
For
victories
to
come
,
The
frequent
laurel
shall
receive
:
Chaplets
for
thee
our
sons
shall
weave
,
And
hang
'em
on
thy
tomb
.