Sooner shall Major-General cease I'm told, you think to take a step, some But though from flame to flame you wander, (-Wench, I'd have said, did rhyme not hinder.) Should it so prove, yet who'd admire? 'Tis known, a cookmaid roasted Prior, And for a butcher's well fed daughter First lay this paper under, then Snuff just three times, and read again.) But for a curst impediment, Which spoils full many a good design, For which, I had resolv'd almost But who so dear will buy the lead Sir, you're so stiff in your opinion, Virgil, when call'd Pasiphae Virgo (You say) he'd more good breeding; ergoWell argu'd, faith! Your point you urge As home as ever did Panurge: And one may say of Dryden too, He ne'er, good man, bore Helen grudge, 6 Dryden married Lady Elizabeth Howard. You have no cause to take offence, sir, To end with news-the best I know, If you have any consolation Send it, I pray, by the next post, The twelfth or thirteenth day of July," But which I cannot tell you truly. A. POPE. A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715. DEAR, damn'd, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease! 7 1707. Soft B- -s and rough Cs,1 adieu! The lively H-k and you May knock up whores alone. To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery On every learned sot; And Garth, the best good Christian he, Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go; Why should I stay? Both parties rage; The wits in envious feuds engage; And Homer (damn him!) calls. 1 Craggs. 2 Philip Frowde, author of the tragedies of the Fall of Saguntum, and Philotas. 3 When George I. made Rowe one of the land-surveyors of the port of London. ✦ Ambrose Philips, and Charles Johnson the dramatist. The love of arts lies cold and dead In Halifax's urn; 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 pounds, Why make I friendships with the great, Or follow girls seven hours in eight ?— Still idle, with a busy air, The gayest valetudinaire, Most thinking rake alive. Solicitous for others' ends, Though fond of dear repose; Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell 5 Eustace Budgell. |