The Horse & Olive Or Warr & Peace

With Moral tale let Ancient wisdome move Which thus I sing to make ye moderns wise Strong Neptune once with sage Minerva strove And rising Athens was the Victors prize By Neptune Plutus guardian Powr of gain By great Minerva Bright Apollo stood But Jove superiour Bad ye side obtain Which best contrivd to do ye nation good Then Neptune striking from the parted ground The Warlike horse came pawing on ye plain And as it tossd its main & prancd around By this he crys Ile make the people reign The Goddess smiling gently bowd ye spear And rather thus they shall be blessd she said Then upwards shooting in ye Vernal air With loaded boughs ye fruitfull Olive spread Jove saw what gifts ye rival Powrs designd Then took th' impartial scales resolvd to show If greater bliss in warlike pomp we find Or in ye calm which peacefull times bestow On Neptunes part he placd victorious days Gay trophys won & fame extending wide But plenty safety science arts & ease Minerva's scale with greater weight supplyd Fierce warr devours whom gentle Peace woud save Sweet peace restores wt angry warr destroys Warr made for peace with that rewards ye brave While Peace its pleasures from it self enjoys Hence Vanquishd Neptune to ye Sea withdrew Hence Wise Minerva ruld Athenian lands Her Athens hence in arts & honour grew And still her Olives deck pacifick hands From fables thus disclosd a Monarchs mind May form Just rules to chuse ye truly great And subjects wearyd with distresses find Whose kind endeavours most befriend a state Evn Britain here may learn to place her love If Citys won her kingdomes wealth have cost If Anna's thoughts ye Patriot soules approve Whose cares restore yt wealth ye wars had lost But if we ask ye Moral to disclose Whom best Europa's patroness it calls Great Anna's title no exception knows And unapplyd in this ye fable falls With her no Neptune or Minerva vyes When ere she pleasd her troops to conquest flew When ere she pleases peaceful times arise She gave the horse & gives ye Olive too.