Then bravely, fair dame, Resume the old claim, Which to your whole sex does belong; From a second bright Eve, The knowledge of right and of wrong. Hard doom did receive, When only one apple had she, What a punishment new Shall be found out for you, Who tasting, have robb'd the whole tree! EPISTLE IV, OF BOOK I, OF HORACE'S EPISTLES.* A modern Imitation. SAY,† St. John, who alone peruse Or catches manners as they rise?'t Or, urged by unquench'd native heat, Does St. John Greenwich sports repeat? * This satire on Lord Bolingbroke, and the praise bestowed on him in a letter to Mr. Richardson, where Mr. Pope says, The sons shall blush their fathers were his foes: being so contradictory, probably occasioned the former to be suppressed. S. t Ad Albium Tibullum. Albi, nostrorum sermonum, candide judex, Where (emulous of Chartres' fame) And, to enjoy that gift, the art. 1 What could a tender mother's care That every day shall be your last, In spite of tears, of mercy spite, There, half devour'd by spleen, you'll find Di tibi formam Di tibi divitias dederunt, artemque fruendi. Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, Qui sapere, et fari possit quæ sentiat, et cui Gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde, non deficiente crumena? 1 Inter spem curamque, timores inter et iras. Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum. Me pinguem et nitidum bene curat cute visos, Cum ridere voles Epicuri de grege porcum. EPIGRAM ON MRS. TOFTS, A handsome Woman with a fine Voice, but very covetous and proud.* So bright is thy beauty, so charming thy song, EPIGRAM, On one who made long Epitaphs.† One half will never be believed, The other never read. TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER, WHAT god, what genius, did the pencil move 'Twas Friendship-warm as Phœbus, kind as Love, And strong as Hercules. *This epigram, first printed anonymously in Steele's Collection, and copied in the Miscellanies of Swift and Pope, is ascribed to Pope by sir John Hawkins, in his History of Music-Mrs. Tofts, who was the daughter of a person in the family of Bishop Burnet, is celebrated as a singer little inferior, either for her voice or manner to the best Italian women. She lived at the introduction of the opera into this kingdom, and sung in company with Nicolini; but, being ignorant of Italian, chanted her recitative in English, in answer to his Italian; yet the charms of their voices overcame the absurdity. It is not generally known that the person here meant was Dr. Robert Friend, head master of West minster-school A FAREWELL TO LONDON. In the Year 1715. DEAR, damn'd distracting town, farewell! Ye harlots, sleep at ease. Soft B*** and rough C*****, adieu! Earl Warwick make your moan, The lively H*****k and you May knock up whores alone. To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd And Garth, the best good christian he, 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 And not one Muse of all he fed, Has yet the grace to mourn. My friends, by turns, my friends confound, Betray, and are betray'd: Poor Y***r's sold for fifty pound, And B******ll is a jade. Why make I friendships with the great, Or follow girls seven hours in eight ?— Still idle, with a busy air, Though fond of dear repose; Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, Adieu to all but Gay alone, Whose soul sincere and free, Loves all mankind, but flatters none, And so may starve with me. Pope. A DIALOGUE. SINCE my old friend is grown so great I'm told (but 'tis not true I hope) To grow the worse for growing greater, |