On BUTLER's MONUMENT.

Perhaps by Mr. POPE.

RESPECT to Dryden, Sheffield juftly pay'd,

And noble Villers honour'd Cowley's fhade:
But whence this Barber?-that a name fo mean
Should, join'd with Butler's, on a tomb be seen:
This pyramid would better far proclaim,
To future ages humbler Settle's name:
Poet and patron then had been well pair'd,
The city printer, and the city bard.

* Mr. Pope, in one of the prints from Scheemaker's monument of Shakespeare in Westminster-Abbey, has fufficiently fhewn his contempt of Alderman Barber, by the following couplet, which is substituted in the place of "The cloud-capt towers, &c."

"Thus Britain lov'd me; and preferv'd my fame, "Clear from a Barber's or a Benson's name."

A. POPE.

Pope might probably have fuppreffed his fatire on the Alderman, because he was one of Swift's acquaintances and correfpondents; though in the 4th Book of the Dunciad he has an anonymous ftroke at him:

"So by each bard an Alderman shall fit, "A heavy Lord shall hang at every wit."

S.

To

To Lady MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE .

I.

I

N beauty, or wit,

No mortal as yet

To queftion your empire has dar'd;

But men of difcerning

Have thought that in learning,

To yield to a lady was hard.

II.

Impertinent schools,

With mufty dull rules,

Have reading to females deny'd:

So papifts refufe

The Bible to use,

Left flocks should be wife as their guide.

III.

'Twas a woman at first,

(Indeed she was curft)

In knowledge that tasted delight,

This panegyric on Lady Mary Wortley Montague might have been fuppreffed by Mr. Pope, on account of her having fatirized him in her verses to the imitator of Horace; which abuse he returned in the first Satire of the fecond book of Horace.

"From furious Sappho, fcarce a milder fate, "P-'d by her love, or libel'd by her hate."

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And

And fages agree

The laws fhould decree

To the first of poffeffors the right.

IV.

Then bravely, fair dame,
Refume the old claim,

Which to your whole fex does belong;
And let men receive,

From a fecond bright Eve,

The knowledge of right, and of wrong.

V.

But if the first Eve

Hard doom did receive, When only one apple had she, What a punishment new

Shall be found out for you,

Who tafting, have robb'd the whole tree?

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The FOURTH EPISTLE of the FIRST Book of HORACE'S EPISTLES *.

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A MODERN IMITATION.

AY†, St. John, who alone peruse
With candid eye, the mimic Muse,
What schemes of politics, or laws,
In Gallic lands the patriot draws!
Is then a greater work in hand,

Than all the tomes of Haines's band?
"Or fhoots he folly as it flies?
"Or catches manners as they rife?"
Or, urg'd by unquench'd native heat,
Does St. John Greenwich sports repeat?
Where (emulous of Chartres' fame)
Ev'n Chartres' felf is fcarce a name.

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*This fatire on Lord Bolingbroke, and the praise bestowed on him in a letter to Mr. Richardson, where Mr. Pope fays

"The fons fhall blufh their fathers were his foes ;" being fo contradictory, probably occafioned the former to be fuppreffed. S.

Ad ALBIUM TIBULLUM.

† Albi, noftrorum fermonum candide judex, Quid nunc te dicam facere in regione Pedana ? Scribere, quod Caffi Parmenfis opufcula vincat ?

An tacitam filvas inter reptare falubres?

To

*To you (th' all-envy'd gift of Heaven)
Th' indulgent gods, unafk'd, have given.
A form complete in every part,
And, to enjoy that gift, the art.

What could a tender mother's care
Wish better, to her favourite heir,
Than wit, and fame, and lucky hours,
A stock of health, and golden showers,
And graceful fluency of speech,
Precepts before unknown to teach?

Amidst thy various ebbs of fear;
And gleaming hope, and black despair,
Yet let thy friend this truth impart,
A truth I tell with bleeding heart,
(In justice for your labours past)

That every day shall be your
That every hour you life renew
Is to your injur'd country due.

laft;

In fpight of fears, of mercy fpight, My genius ftill must rail, and write.

Di tibi formam, Di tibi divitias dederant, artemque fruendi. + Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, Quam fapere, & fari poffet quæ fentiat, & cui Gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde, non deficiente crumena ?

Inter fpem, curamque, timores inter & iras. || Omnem crede diem tibi diluxiffe fupremum. Me pinguem, & nitidum bene curata cute vises, -Cum ridere voles Epicuri de grege porcum.

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