“Ho! Master Sam," quoth Sandys' sprite,

“ Write on, nor let me scare ye; Forsooth, if rhymes fall in not right,

To Budgell seek, or Carey." “I hear the beat of Jacob's drums,

Poor Ovid finds no quarter! See first the merry P- comes 3

In haste, without his garter. “ Then lords and lordlings, 'squires and knights,

Wits, witlings, prigs, and peers! Garth at St. James's, and at White's,

Beats up for volunteers. “ What Fenton will not do, nor Gay,

Nor Congreve, Rowe, nor Stanyan, Tom B—-tor Tom D’Urfey may,

John Dunton, Steele, or any one. “If Justice Philips' costive head

Some frigid rhymes disburses; They shall like Persian Tales be read,

And glad both babes and nurses. “ Let W-rw-k's muse with Ash-t join,?

And Ozell’s with Lord Hervey's : · Eustace Budgell (see Dunciad, ii. 397) and Walter Carey.

Jacob Tonson, the publisher. 3 The Earl of Pembroke.

4 Tom Burnet, son of the bishop, one of the authors of “Homerides." See Dunciad, iii. 179.

5 John Dunton, the bookseller. See Dunciad, ii. 144.

6 Ambrose Philips was made Registrar (not Judge) of the Prerogative Court in Ireland by Bishop Boulter. (See Johnson's Lives of the Poets, ed. Napier, vol. iii. p. 259.) He translated the “Persian Tales” from the French in 1709.

7 Lord Warwick and Dr. Ashurst. ---Carruthers.

Tickell and Addison combine,

And P-pe translate with Jervas. ** L—- himself, that lively lord,'

Who bows to every lady,
Shall join with F-- ? in one accord,

And be like Tate and Brady.
“Ye ladies too draw forth your pen,

I pray where can the hurt lie ?
Since you have brains as well as men,

As witness Lady W-1-y.
“Now Tonson, list thy forces all,

Review them, and tell Noses ; For to poor Ovid shall befall

A strange metamorphosis. “A metamorphosis more strange

Than all his books can vapour;” “ To what” (quoth 'squire) “shall Ovid

change?"
Quoth Sandys: “To waste paper."

A FAREWELL TO LONDON.

IN THE YEAR 1715.
E AR, damned distracting town, fare-

well!
Thy fools no more I'll tease :
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

1 Lord Lansdowne.-Carruthers. 2 Philip Frowde, a dramatic writer and fine scholar. -Carruthers. 3 Lady Mary Wortley Montagu.

Soft B—and rough C- 92 adieu,

Earl Warwick make your moan,
The lively H-4k and you

May knock up whores alone.
To drink and droll be Rowe allowed

Till the third watchman's toll;
Let Jervas gratis paint, and Frowde

Save three-pence and his soul.
Farewell, Arbuthnot's raillery

On every learned sot;
And Garth, the best good Christian he,

Although he knows it not.
Lintot, farewell ! thy bard must go ;

Farewell, unhappy Tonson !
Heaven gives thee for thy loss of Rowe,

Lean Philips, and fat Johnson.
Why should I stay ? Both parties rage ;

My vixen mistress squalls ;
The wits in envious feuds engage :

And Homer (damn him !) calls.
The love of arts lies cold and dead

In Halifax's urn : 8
? Perhaps “Brocas.”—Courthope.
2 Craggs.

3 Lord Hinchinbroke. He was a colonel and a member of Parliament.

4 Rowe had the year before, on the accession of George I., been made Poet Laureate, one of the landsurveyors of the port of London, Clerk of the Closet to the Prince of Wales, and Secretary of Presentations under the Lord Chancellor. Such an accumulation of offices might well suspend for a season the poetical and publishing pursuits of Rowe.- Carruthers.

5 Charles Johnson, the dramatist. See Umbra, v. 3.

6 Halifax died May 19, 1715.

And not one Muse of all he fed

Has yet the grace to mourn.
My friends, by turns, my friends confound,

Betray, and are betrayed :
Poor Y->r's sold for fifty pound,

And B-11 is a jade.

Why make I friendships with the great,

When I no favour seek ?
Or follow girls, seven hours in eight ?

I used but once a week.

Still idle, with a busy air,

Deep whimsies to contrive;
The gayest valetudinaire,

Most thinking rake, alive.

Solicitous for others' ends,

Though fond of dear repose ; Careless or drowsy with my friends,

And frolic with my foes.

Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell,

For sober, studious days! And Burlington's delicious meal,

For salads, tarts, and pease !
Adieu to all, but Gay alone,

Whose soul, sincere and free,
Loves all mankind, but flatters none,

And so may starve with me.

I Miss Younger and her sister Mrs. Bicknell. They were actresses, and friends of Pope.

TO LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU.'

1.

beanty, or wit,

No mortal as yet
To question your empire has dared :

But men of discerning
Have thought that in learning,
To yield to a lady was hard.

II.
Impertinent schools,

With musty dull rules,
Have reading to females denied ;

So Papists refuse

The Bible to use,
Lest flocks should be wise as their guide.

III.
'Twas a woman at first

(Indeed she was cursed)
In knowledge that tasted delight,

And sages agree

The laws should decree To the first possessor the right.

IV.

Then bravely, fair dame,

Resume the old claim,
Which to your whole sex does belong ;

And let men receive,

From a second bright Eve,
The knowledge of right and of wrong.

1 First published in 1720 in Hammond's Miscellany.