Fate. Hear each Neighbouring Destiny.
Who the Souls of Mortals free,
Hear my Voice and straight obey,
Heaven Commands, the Work must stay.
Such a number, and no more, }
Must Encrease your fatal store, }
And he must die the task being o'er; }
Remember all 'tis so decreed,
That he that does this mighty deed,
For doing it must bleed.
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An Ode on the Assembly of the Nobility and
Gentry of the City and County of York,
at the Anniversary Feast, March the 27th.
1690. Set to Musick by Mr. Henry
Purcell. One of the finest Compositions he
ever made, and cost 100l. the performing.
OF Old, when Heroes thought it base
To be confin'd to Native Air,
And Glory brought a Martial Race,
To breath their towring Eagles here,
The Sons of Fam'd [1]Brigantium stood }
Disputing Freedom with their blood; }
Undaunted at the Purple flood, }
Brigantium honour'd with a Race Divine;
Gave Birth to the Victorious Constantine.
Whose Colony whilst Planted there,
With blooming Glories still renew'd the Year,
The bashful Thames for Beauty so renown'd,
In hast ran by her Puny Town;
And poor [2]Augusta was asham'd to own.
Augusta then did drooping lye,
Though now she rears her towring front so high,
