Among th' A/frters of free Reafon's Claim,
The Englk/ are not leaft in Worth, or Fame.
The World to BACON does not only owe
Its prefent Knowledge, but its future too.
G I LB B RT flhall live, till Loadjlones ceafe to draw,
Or BritiJh Fleets the boundlefs Ocean awe.
And Noble B o Y L ,   not lefs in Nature feen,
Than his Great Brother read in States and Men.
The Circling Streams, once thought but Pools of Blood
(Whether Life's Fuel, or the Body's Food,)
From dark Oblivion H A RY V Y's Name fhall fave
While E N T keeps all the Honour that he gave.
Nor are Yo v, Learned Friend, the leaft renown'd;
Whofe Fame, not circumfcrib'd with Englijh Ground,
Flies like the nimble Journeys of the Light;
And is, like that, unfipent too in its Flight.
Whatever Truths have been, by Art, or Chance,
Redeem'd from Error, or from Ignorance,
Thin in their Authors, (like rich Veins in Ore)
Your Works unite, and fill dilcover more.
Such is the healing Virtue of Your Pen,
To perfed Cures on Books, as well as Men.
Nor is This Work the leaft: You well may give
To Men new Vigour, who make Stones to live.
Through You, the DANES (their fhort Dominion lolf)
A longer Conqueft than the Saxons boaft.
STONE-HENG, once thought a Temple, You have four
A Throne, where Kings, our Earthly Gods, were Crown'
Where by their wond ring Subjects They were feen,
Chofe by their Stature, and their Princely Mien.
Our So'vereign here above the reft might ftand,
And here be chofe again to fway the Land.
   Thefe Ruins fleltred once His Sacred Head,
Then when from Worfler's fatal Field He fled;
Watch'd by the Genius of this Kingly Place,
And mighty Vifions of the DaniJh Race.
His Refuge then was for a Temple lhown:
But, He Reftor'd, 'tis now become a Throne.
                                   Yohn Drydei