William Hinchliffe

Jane Brereton, "Verses to the Author of the foregoing Verses" 1716; Brereton, Poems on Several Occasions (1744) 24-26.

Ingenious Bard! when you inspire,
And urge to sing our Sov'reign's Fame;
I quit my Needle, string my Lyre,
And boldly dare the mighty Theme.

While female Rebels plague our Isle,
Quite lost to Virtue, Sense, or Shame;
While these the best of Kings revile,
My Loyalty I'll thus proclaim.

Their noisy Malice I despise!
Too oft, alas! the Triflers prove,
They're guided only by Caprice,
Alike in Loyalty, and Love.

Oh! cou'd Melissa sing like you!
Aloft, her tow'ring Muse should rise;
Our mighty Monarch's Praise persue,
And lift his Name above the Skies.

In George, the Fire of British Kings
Does with Sophia's Sweetness joyn;
From her this heav'nly Goodness springs
That makes the Hero half divine.

Sophia! virtuous, learn'd and fair!
Whose Death each Grace, each Muse would grieve,
Had we not Carolina here,
In whom her shining Virtues live.

But oh! where roves the giddy Muse,
Unequal to the wond'rous Theme,
Do thou the glorious Subject chuse,
And give Eternity to Fame.

I feel the Woman now prevail,
I feel, I want thy manly Fire!
I feel my Strings, and Numbers fail,
I'll cease: — and silently admire.