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Adieu to all but Gay alone *,
Whose foul, fincere and free,
Loves all mankind, but flatters none,
And so may starve with me.
Gay was the favourite of Pope, and was received into his utmost confidence ; a friendship was formed between them, which lasted to their feparation by death. JOHNSON.
He mentions Gay again, in his Prologue to the Satires, verse 256, with all the pathetic fenfibility of the tendereft friendship, in ftrains of fupreme excellence :
-They left me GAY;
Left me to fee neglected Genius bloom,
My verfe, and QUEENSB'RY weeping o'er thy urn!"
The following Lines were fung by DUraştanti*, when She took her leave of the English Stage. The Words were in Hafte put together by Mr. POPE, at the Request of the Earl of PETERBORow.
ENEROUS, gay, and gallant nation,
Land fecure from all invafion,
All but Cupid's gentle darts!
Happy foil, adieu, adieu!
Let old charmers yield to new.
In arms, in arts, be still more shining;
All your joys be still encreasing;
All your taftes be still refining;
All your jars for ever ceafing:
But let old charmers yield to new :-
• Duraftanti was brought to England by Handel, to fing at the Opera, 1721. She was fo great a favourite at Court, that the King stood godfather to one of her children.
Upon the Duke of MARLBOROUGH's House at Woodstock.
Atria longè patent; fed nec cœnantibus ufquam,
SEE, Sir, here's the grand approach,
This way is for his Grace's coach; There lies the bridge, and here's the clock, Obferve the lion and the cock,
The fpacious court, the colonnade,
And mark how wide the hall is made!
Thanks, Sir, cry'd I, 'tis very fine,
The fame idea is ufed by Lord Chesterfield in his Epigram
on Burlington House:
"How well you bui'd, let flatt'ry tell
And all mankind, how ill you dwell!"
Verfes left by Mr. POPE, on his lying in the fame Bed which WILMOT, the celebrated Earl of ROCHESTER, Лlept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the Duke of ARGYLE, July 9th, 1739.
ITH no poetic ardour fir'd
I prefs the bed where Wilmot lay; That here he lov'd, or here expir'd, Begets no numbers grave, or gay.
Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred
Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie Stretch'd out in honour's nobler bed, Beneath a nobler roof-the sky.
Such flames as high in patriots burn
When freedom is more dear than life.
A COURT BALLAD.
To the Tune of "To all you Ladies now at Land, &c."
o one fair lady out of court,
And two fair ladies in,
Who think the Turk* and Popet a sport,
And wit and love no fin;
Come, these foft lines, with nothing stiff in,
* Warton has a note upon these words, Urick, the little Turk." One is tempted to fay, in the language of the Author of the Critic, "The interpreter is the hardest to be underflood of the two." The expreffion of the "Turk and the Pope," is very common; it is here applied equivocally, to the author, and perhaps to one of the Turks, who came to England with George the First.
+ The Author.
Miss Lepell has been spoken of before. Mary Bellenden, the most beautiful and lovely woman of her time, maid of honour to Caroline when Princess of Wales, was daughter of Lord Bellenden. She is thus defcribed, fays Mr. Coxe, in an old ballad, made upon the quarrel between George the First and the Prince of Wales at the chriftening, when the Prince and all his household were ordered to quit St. James's:
"But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who, as down ftairs fhe jumps,
This lovely and elegant woman rejected the addreffes of the Prince, and efpoufed in 1720 John Campbell then groom of the bed chamber to the Prince of Wales, and afterwards Duke of Argyle. See Coxe's Memoirs.