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But fiil their purse, our poets' work is done ; And snatch me o'er the cartb, or thro' the air,
To Thebes, to Atheus, when he will, and () you ! whom vanity's light bark conveys
When Merlin's cave is half uufurnish'd yet!
fault; Call for the Farce, the Bear, or the Black Joke. We Poets are (upon a Poet's word) What dear delight to Britons farce affords! Of all mankind the creatures most absurd : Ever tbe taste of mobs, but now of lords The scason when to come and when to go, (Taste, that eternal wanderer! which Aies To sing or cease to sing, we never know; From heads to ears, and now from ears to And, if we will, recite niue hours in ten, eyes)!
You lose your patie'ice just like other men. The play stands still ! damn action and dis. Then too we burt ourselves, when to defend course,
A single verse, we guarrel with a friend;
Expect a place, or pension from the crown ;
And great Nassau to Kueller's band decreed
To fix him graceful on the bounding steed; “But has he spoken?” Not a syllable. So well in paint and stone they judg'd of werit: " What shook the stage, and made the people But Kings in wit may want discerning spirit. stare ?"
The hero William, and the martyr Charles, Calo's long wig, flower'd gown, and lacquer'd | One knighted Blackmore, and one pensioned chair.
No Lord's anointed, but a Russian bear.'
What seas you travers'il, and what fields you “ The fault he has I fairly shall reveal; fought!
(Could you o'erlook but that) it is, to steal." Your country's peace how oft, how dearly If, after this, you took the graceless lad, bought!
Could you complain, my friend, he prov'd so How barb'rous l'age subsided at your word,
bad ? And nations wonderd while they dropp'd the 'Faith, in such case, if you should prosecute, sword!
I think Sir Godfrey should decide the suit; How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep Who sent the thief, that stoletbe cash, away, Peace stole ber wing, and wrapp'd the world in And punish'd him that put it in his way. sleep;
Consider then, and judge me in this light; Till eartlı’s extremes your mediation own, I told you, when I went, I could not write; And Asia's tyrants tremble at your throne. You said the same ; and are you discontent But verse, alas ! your Majesty disdains; With laws to which you gave your own assent? And l'ın not used to panegyric strains : Nay worse, to ask for verse at such a time! T'he zeal of fools offends at any time,
D'ye think me good for nothing but for rhyme?
Had dearly carn’d a little purse of gold :
He slept, poor dog! and lost it to a doit.
Between revenge, and grief, and bunger “Praise undeservd is satire in disguise :''
join'd, Well may he blush who gives it or receives; Against the foe, himself, and all mankind, And, when I fatter, let my dirty leaves He leap'd the trenches, scald a castle wall, (Like Journals, Odes, and such forgotten Tore down a standard, took the fort and all. things
Prodigious well !” his great commander As Eusden, Philips, Settle, writ of Kings)
[side. Clothe spice, line trunks, or flutt'ring in a row Gave him much praise, and some reward be. Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho.
Next pleas'l his excellence a town to batter ;
“Go on, my friend (he cried) see yonder walls! EPISTLE II.-BOOK II.
“ Advance and conquer ! go where glory calls!
“ More honours, more rewards, attend the
Don't you remember what reply be gave?
Bred up at home, full early I begun
To read in Greek the wrath of Peleus' son. “Ohserve his shape how clean, bis locks how Besides my father taught me, from a lad, curl'd!
The better art to know the good from had : “ My only son, I'd have him see the world : (And little sure imported to remove, “Flis French is pure; his voice too--you sball
To hunt for truth in Maudlin's learned grove.) hear,
But knoitier points we knew not half so well “ Sir, he's your slave,for twenty pounds a year.
Deprivil us soon of our paternal cell; “ Mere wax as yet, you fashion hin with ease, And certain laws, by suff'rers thought unjust, “ Your barber, cook, upholst'rer, what you
Denied all posts of profit or of trust; please :
Hopes after bopes of pious Papist failid, “ A perfect genius at an opera song
While mighty William's thund'ring arm pre. “To say too much, miglit do my honour vail'ii. wrong.
For right hereditary tax'd and find, « Take him with ail his virtues, on my word ; He stuck to poverty with peace of mind ; “ His whole ambition was to serve a lord : And we the muses help to undergo it; “ But, Sir, to you, with what would I not part? Convict a Papist he, and I a Poet. “ Thu' faitli, I fear, 'twill break luis niother's But (thanks to Homer!) siuce I live and heart.
thrive, “ Once (and but once) I caught him in a lie, Indebted to no prince or peer alive, “And theu, unwbippd, he had the grace to Sure I sbould want the care of ten Monrocs, cry :
If I would scribble rather than repose.