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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Blue GARTER No more a &s;ign of Hone&s;ty Than a Gilded BUSH IS OF Good WINE.</HEAD>
<P>INgratitude being &s;o common in the Age we at pre|&s;ent live in, it's no wonder if Princes meet with the &s;ame u&s;age that the Common People find, in being &s;lighted by tho&s;e on whom they be&s;tow their mo&s;t &s;ignal Favours. That &s;uch has been the Fate of Princes of late Days is &s;o apparent, that there needs no farther proof but an In&s;pection into the Actions of &s;ome Great Men, to make it &s;ufficiently plain and Evident: Nor has the greate&s;t Honours could po&s;&s;ibly be be&s;tow'd by a Gracious Prince&s;s have the power to Bind &s;ome Per&s;ons to their &s;teddy Duty and Allegiance: Some of which have even crept into the mo&s;t Honourable <HI>Order of the Garter;</HI> the Original of which take as follows:</P>
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<L>_IN Antient Times when <HI>Britain</HI>'s Warlike Sons</L>
<L>Half of the Univer&s;e had over-run,</L>
<L>And ev'ry Year, with Conque&s;t fraught,</L>
<L>Fre&s;h Lawrels to their Monarch brought;</L>
<L>Each Fortunate Au&s;picious Day</L>
<L>New Victories did &s;till di&s;play,</L>
<L>Conque&s;t on <HI>England</HI> did &s;eem to wait,</L>
<L>And Heav'n &s;till to &s;mil'd upon their happy State:</L>
<L>Nothing but Plea&s;ure in the Court was found,</L>
<L>And Gaiety each blisful Moment crown'd,</L>
<L><HI>Mars</HI>'s bold Sons &s;till in the charming Fair</L>
<L>Met with complai&s;ant, kind, obliging Air,</L>
<L>At their Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es Feet their Trophies laid,</L>
<L>Who all their Toils with plea&s;ing Smiles repaid.</L>
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<L>Thus <HI>Cytherea</HI> did on Ida meet</L>
<L>The God of War, and with &s;oft Ki&s;&s;es greet</L>
<L>Her Love returning, &s;oft'ning by her Charms</L>
<L>The dire Remembrance of War's har&s;h Alarms.</L>
<L>Around his Neck her folding Arms &s;he flung,</L>
<L>And with uncommon Tran&s;port on him hung;</L>
<L>The tedious Hours &s;he kindly did beguile,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t the glad Hero did forget his Toil;</L>
<L>Securely on her downy Brea&s;t he laid</L>
<L>And Homage to her Soveraign Beauty paid.</L>
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<L>Nor could their PRINCE e&s;cape Love's fatal Dart,</L>
<L>Brave tho' his Soul, yet tender was his Heart;</L>
<L>He who &s;till got new Triumphs from the Field</L>
<L>At Home to Beauty's Power was forc'd to yield:</L>
<L>Love to his Heart an ea&s;ie Pa&s;&s;age found,</L>
<L>Sure was the Stroak, tho' plea&s;ing was the Wound;</L>
<L>For Love does &s;oone&s;t generous Minds en&s;lave,</L>
<L>The Vulgar &s;corns, but Captivates the Brave;</L>
<L>For whil&s;t a Nymph with graceful Ge&s;ture mov'd,</L>
<L>He gaz'd, he &s;aw, and &s;eeing<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Counte&s;s of</HI> Salis bury.</NOTE> her, he lov'd.</L>
<L>The more he &s;aw, the more he did admire,</L>
<L>Her ev'ry Action fann'd the raging Fire,</L>
<L>When on a &s;udden on the Ground he '&s;pied</L>
<L>An <HI>Azure Ribbon,</HI> which the Nymph had tied</L>
<L>Around her Leg; &s;traight he with eager Joys</L>
<L>Seizes the welcome, tho' a worthle&s;s Prize.</L>
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<L>The Nobles &s;mil'd to &s;ee their Monarch &s;toop,</L>
<L>So &s;mall, &s;o mean a Trifle to take up:</L>
<L>The Lady, con&s;cious of the plain di&s;grace,</L>
<L>With crim&s;on Blu&s;hes dy'd her beauteous Face;</L>
<L>When &s;traight the<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Edw. <HI>3.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Monarch</HI> cry'd, <HI>I'le make this Thing</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Pre&s;ent fitting for the greate&s;t King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Heroic Souls it only &s;hall adorn,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And by the brave&s;t Generals &s;hall be worn.</HI></L>
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<L>Nor was it giv'n but to the Sons of Fame</L>
<L>Who by de&s;ert purchas'd a glorious Name;</L>
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Their Prince true Merit only did regard,</L>
<L>And gave to Honour only the reward.</L>
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<L>Not &s;o of late, when R&mdash;s did receive.</L>
<L>The greate&s;t Gift that <HI>Britain</HI>'s Prince could give;</L>
<L>Who with Cabals and cheating Tricks repaid</L>
<L>The Sov'reign Honour their Prince had on them laid.</L>
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<L>But <HI>ANNA</HI> does its antient Worth re&s;tore,</L>
<L>Exalt it too 'bove what it was before;</L>
<L>Nev'r was it by more Worthy <HI>Patriots</HI> worn,</L>
<L>Nor ev'r did braver <HI>Engli&s;h-men</HI> adorn,</L>
<L>Witne&s;s Great <HI>Beaufort,</HI> who&s;e Illu&s;trious Birth</L>
<L>Is Honour'd by his Virtue and his Worth;</L>
<L>Wi&s;e, Prudent, Noble, Generous and Ju&s;t,</L>
<L>Firm to his Country's Intere&s;t and his Tru&s;t,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Loyalty</HI> in ev'ry Act is &s;een</L>
<L>A Subject worthy of &s;o Great a Queen:</L>
<L>And <HI>Oxford,</HI> who &s;o bravely has with&s;tood</L>
<L>The ba&s;e Attempts of a cur&s;s'd <HI>Factious Brood;</HI></L>
<L>Did all their <HI>Plots</HI> with prudence undermine,</L>
<L>And wi&s;ely bla&s;t each trayterous De&s;ign.</L>
<L>And <HI>Strafford,</HI> who does zealou&s;ly pur&s;ue</L>
<L><HI>Britain</HI>'s Happine&s;s and Glory too.</L>
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<L>By &s;uch the Garter credit will receive,</L>
<L>And all its antient Glory will retrieve:</L>
<L>And long may they the Noble En&s;ign bear,</L>
<L>Long, long, the glorious Badge of Honour wear;</L>
<L>And Heav'n their Loyal Councils always Ble&s;s,</L>
<L>And crown their Undertakings with Succe&s;s,</L>
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<P>LONDON: <HI>Printed</HI> Nowcomb <HI>in</HI> Wine-Court, Fleet&s;treet, <HI>1713.</HI></P>
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