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TO LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.
IN beauty or wit,
No mortal as yet,
But men of discerning
Have thought that in learning, To yield to a lady was hard.
With musty dull rules, Have reading to females denied:
So papists refuse
The Bible to use,
'Twas a woman at Srst
(Indeed she was curst) In knowledge that tasted delight,
And sages agree
The laws should decree To the first of possessors the right.
Then bravely, fair dame,
Resume the old claim,
And let men receive,
From a second bright Eve, The knowledge of right and of wrong.
* This panegyric on Lady Mary Wortley Montague might have been suppressed by Mr. Pope, on account of her having satirized him in her verses to the imitator of Horace; which abuse he returned in the first satire of the second book of Horace.
From furious Sappho, scarce a milđer fate,
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,
THE FOURTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK
OF HORACE'S EPISTLES.
A modern Imitation.
SAYt, St. John, who alone peruse
With candid eye, the mimic muse,
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.
Ad Albium Tibullum. † Albi, nostrorum sermonum candide judex, Quid nunc te dicam facere in regione Pedana ? Scribere, quod Cassi Parmensis opuscula vincat ?
1 The lines here quoted occur in the Essayon Man. $ An tacitam silvas inter reptare salubres?
Where (emulous of Chartres' fame)
* To you (th' all-envy'd gift of heaven)
| Amidst thy various ebbs of fear,
In spite of fears, of mercy spite,
Di tibi formam Di tibi divitias dederant, artemque fruendi.
+ Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, Quam sapere, et fari posset quæ sentiat, et cui Gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde,
---- non deficiente crumena? | Inter spem, curamque, timores inter et iras.
Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse suprenium. Me pinguem, et nitidum bene curata cute vises, 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,
along; But such is thy avarice, and such is thy pride, That the beasts must have starv'd, and the poet
* your epitaphs I'm griev'd,
The other never read.
* This epigram, first pripted 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 Freind, head master of Westminster-school.
TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER, On his painting for me the Statues of Apollo,
Venus, and Hercules.
WHAT god, what genius, did the pencil move
When Kneller painted these? 'Twas friendship---warm as Phæbus, kind as love,
And strong as Hercules.
A FAREWEL TO LONDON,
In the Year 1715.
DEAR, damn’d, distracting town, farewel !
Thy fools no more I'll tease :
Ye harlots sleep at ease!
Earl Warwick make your moan,
May knock up whores alone.
Till the third watchman toll;
Save three-pence and his soul.
On every learned sot,
Although he knows it not.
Farewel, unhappy Tonson !
Lean Philips, and fat Johnson,