To Mr. Waller.
WHEN into Libya the young Grecian came,
To talk with Hammon, and consult for Fame;
When from the Sacred Tripod where he stood,
The Priest inspir’d saluted him a God;
Scarce such a Joy that haughty Victor knew,
So own’d be Heav’n, as I thus prais’d by you.
Whoe’er their Names can in thy Numbers show,
Have more than Empire, and immortal grow;
Ages to come shall scorn the Powers of old,
When in thy Verse of greater Gods they’re told;
Our beauteous Queen, and martial Monarch’s Name,
For Jove and June shall be plac’d by Fame;
Thy Charles for Neptune shall the Seas command,
And Sacharissa shall for Venus stand;
Greece shall no longer boast, nor haughty Rome,
But think from Britain all the Gods did come.