With waking Cares they all ſurround the Throne,
Support the Well known burthens of the Crown;
Th' important Drudgery with Pleaſure do,
Their Countrey's Safety, not their own, purſue.
Thro' Storms of Tumult and Diſtraction ſteer,
Not raiſ'd with Hope, and not ſuppreſt with Fear;
With Calm, but ſteady hand the Factions guide
At once, they yield to, and reſiſt the Tide:
Wiſely they calm the Feuds Weak Heads create,
And heal the wild Diſtempers of the State;
To every tender part their Hands apply,
And to the Miſchiefs ſuit the Remedy;
True Patriot Principles their Minds poſſeſs,
Their Countrey them, and they their Countrey bleſs.
But their juſt Zeal to ANN's Immortal Throne,
Makes every Noble Character their own.
Nothing a Princes Wiſdom more diſplays,
Than choice of Counſellors,
The double Praiſe.
Is always firſt the Monarchs, then their own,
Firſt it illuſtrates, then ſupports the Throne.
But we'll no more purſue the mighty Train,
Whom to deſcribe our Verſe attempts in vain;
The Muſes vail before the Illuſtrious Throng,
