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THE FOURTH EPISTLE
FIRST BOOK OF HORACE'S EPISTLES.
[This Satire on Lord Bolingbroke, and the praise bestowed on him in a letter to Mr. Richardson, where Mr. Pope says,
“ Their sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes,” being so contradictory, probably occasioned the former to be suppressed
Warton. Mr. Bowles has omitted the following piece, because “ he cannot think Pope would write the concluding lines on himself," v. Bowles's ed. vol. ii. p. 385, in which opinion the present editor perfectly agrees with him. But it may be observed, that this piece is as likely to be Pope's, both from the sentiment and the manner of its execution, as the Satire of One thousand seven hundred and forty, which Mr. Bowles has published, and is probably by the same author.]
Say, St. John, who alone peruse
Ver. 1. Say, &c.]
AD ALBIUM TIBULLUM.
Scribere, quod Cassi Parmensis opuscula vincat ?"
“ Or shoots he folly as it flies ?
To you (the all-envied gift of heaven)
What could a tender mother's care
Amidst thy various ebbs of fear,
Ver. 10. Does St. John Greenwich, &c.]
“ An tacitam silvas inter reptare salubres ?” Ver. 13. To you, &c.]
“ Di tibi formam, Di tibi divitias dederant, artemque
fruendi.” Ver. 17. What could, &c.
Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno,
non deficiente crumena ?" Ver. 23. Amidst, &c.]
“ Inter spem, curamque, timores inter et iras."
Yet let thy friend this truth impart,
hour you life renew Is to your injured country due.
In spite of fears, of mercy spite,
Ver. 28. That every day, &c.]