SONNET Royal, made for one Voice to Instruments.
THE Infant blooming Spring appears,
Sol has his way through Aries made;
And now this Wond'rous of all Years,
The Prize of Europe must be play'd.
Crested Belona shakes her Lance,
Her Sister Britain to defend;
Whilst Mars of Old, in League with France,
Dares proudly against both contend.
[Second Movement.]
But Rouze valiant Britains, and fear quite remove,
You cannot of Victory fail;
Our Goddess below, and our Goddess above,
By force of their Charms,
As that of their Arms,
Have a right still to conquer the Male.
[Third Movement.]
March on then brave souls,
You're sure of your Pay;
And toping full Bowls,
Warm valours allay,
This wish to the Queen, daily chant by the way:
In wealth may she flow
May she Lewis bring low,
May her Fame spread and grow,
Whilst Sun shines, or Wind blows,
And Hang up Her foes.
In Wealth &c.
