Classic Poem

When fraught with all that grateful Minds can move,
With Friendship, Tenderness, Respect and Love;
The Muse had wish'd, on this returning Day,
Something most worthy of herself to say:
To Jove she offer'd up an humble Pray'r,
To take the noble W ARWICK to his Care.
Give him, she said, whate'er diviner Grace
Adorns the Soul, or beautifies the Face:
Let manly Constancy confirm his Truth,
And gentlest Manners crown his blooming Youth.
Give him to Fame, to Virtue to aspire,
Worthy our Songs and thy informing Fire:
All various Praise, all Honors let him prove,
Let Men admire, and sighing Virgins love
With honest Zeal inflame his gen'rous Mind,
To love his Country and protect Mankind.
Attentive to her Pray'r, the God reply'd,
Why dost thou ask what has not been deny'd?
Jove 's bounteous Hand has lavish'd all his Pow'r,
And making what he is, can add no more.
Yet since I joy in what I did create,
I will prolong the Favorite W ARWICK'S Fate,
And lengthen out his Years to some uncommon Date.