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EPITAPH.
ELL then, poor G--' lies under-

ground !

So there's an end of honest Jack. 9 So little justice here he found, 'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.

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EPITAPH.

Joannes jacet hic Mirandula-cætera norunt
Et Tagus et Ganges-forsan et Antipodes.

ERE Francis C-_ ? lies. Be civil ;
The rest God knows—perhaps the

devil !

THE BALANCE OF EUROPE. ME OW Europe balanced, neither side

prevails; R V For nothing's left in either of the

scales.

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i John Gay.-Courthope.

2 Chartres. See Moral Essays, iii. 20. Spence applied this epitaph to Coningsby, writing it: “Here lies Lord Coningsby. Be civil ;” &c.

3 Written in 1709.

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TO A LADY WITH “THE TEMPLE OF

FAME.” 1

AZHAT'S fame with men, by custom WAVA of the nation, OVAVA Is called in women only reputation; YUN About them both why keep we such

a pother? Part you with one, and I'll renounce the other.

EPIGRAM ON THE TOASTS OF THE KIT-CAT CLUB, ANNO 1716. HENCE deathless Kit-Cat took its

name,

Few critics can unriddle;
E Some say from Pastry-cook it came,
And some from Cat and Fiddle.

From no trim beaux its name it boasts,

Gray statesmen or green wits;
But from this pell-mell pack of toasts

Of old “ Cats ” and young “Kits.”

1 “I send you my Temple of Fame, which is just come out; but my sentiments about it you will see better by this epigram.”Pope to Martha Blount, 1714.

2 The Kit-cat Club was formed in the year 1700, and named after Christopher Katt, a pastrycook in Shire-lane, near Temple-bar, at whose house the club met.

A DIALOGUE.

1717.

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РОРЕ.
ERINCE my old friend is grown so

great
o As to be Minister of State,
SW I'm told, but 'tis not true, I hope,

That Craggs will be asbamed of Pope.

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CRAGGS.
Alas! if I am such a creature
To grow the worse for growing greater;
Why, faith, in spite of all my brags,
'Tis Pope must be ashamed of Craggs.)

ON DRAWINGS OF THE STATUES OF APOLLO, VENUS, AND HERCULES, MADE FOR POPE BY SIR GODFREY KNELLER.

A HAT god, what genius, did the pencil

move, IVAVA When Kneller painted these ? Y N 'Twas friendship warm as Phæbus,

kind as love,
And strong as Hercules.

UPON THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH'S

HOUSE AT WOODSTOCK. “ Atria longa patent : sed nec conantibus usquam, Nec somno, locus est: quam bene non habitas.”

MARTIAL, Epigr. xii. 50, vv. 7, 8. SOSEE, sir, here's the grand approach ;

This way is for his Grace's coach :
O There lies the bridge, and here's the
Em

clock,
Observe the lion and the cock,
The spacious court, the colonnade,
And mark how wide the hall is made!
The chimneys are so well designed,
They never smoke in any wind.
This gallery's contrived for walking,
The windows to retire and talk in;
The council chamber for debate,
And all the rest are rooms of state.

Thanks, sir, cried I, 'tis very fine,
But where d'ye sleep, or where d’ye dine ?
I find, by all you have been telling,
That 'tis a house, but not a dwelling.

ON BEAUFORT HOUSE GATE AT

CHISWICK.

WAS brought from Chelsea last year, W C Battered with wind and weather;

Inigo Jones put me together;

Sir Hans Sloane let me alone; Burlington brought me hither. 1 Beaufort House, Chelsea, was pulled down in 1740, and the gateway, built by Inigo Jones, was given by Sir Hans Sloane to the Earl of Burlington, who removed it to his garden at Chiswick, where it still stands.

ON A PICTURE OF QUEEN CAROLINE,

DRAWN BY LADY BURLINGTON.

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EACE, flattering Bishop! lying

Dean !
This portrait only paints the Queen !

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ON CERTAIN LADIES.
VAHEN other fair ones to the shades

go down,
VAN Still Chloe, Flavia, Delia, stay in

town: Those ghosts of beauty wandering here reside, And haunt the places where their honour died.

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CELIA.

ELIA, we know, is sixty-five,

Yet Celia's face is seventeen ;
So Thus winter in her breast must live,

While summer in her face is seen.
How cruel Celia's fate, who hence

Our heart's devotion cannot try;
Too pretty for our reverence,

Too ancient for our gallantry!

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1 The Bishop was Gilbert; the Dean, Dr. Alured Clarke, satirised in the Epilogue to the Satires.Carruthers.

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