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EPIS T L E I.

To L. BOLINGBROKE.

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Matures my present, and shall bound my last !
Why will you break the Sabbath of my days?
Now fick alike of Envy and of Praise.
Public too long, ah let me hide my Age!

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See Modesto Cibber now has left the Stage:
Our Gen'rals now, "retir'd to their Eftates,
Hang their old Trophies o'er the Garden gates,
In Life's cool Ev’ning fatiate of Applause,
Nor fond of bleeding, ev'n in BRUNSWICK's cause.

f A Voice there is, that whispers in my ear, ('Tis Reason's voice, which fometimes one can hear) " Friend Pope! be prudent, let your : Muse take

« breath, " And never gallop Pegafus to death;

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Notes.
“ Load some vain Church with old theatric state,

“ Turn Arcs of Triumph to a garden gate. VER. 10. ev’n in Brunswick's caufe.] In the former Edi. tions it was, Britain's caufe. But the terms are synonym mous,

Nunc itaque et verfus, et caetera ludicra

pono:

Quid i verum atque decens, curo et rogo, et omnis in

hoc fum:

* Condo, et compono, quae mox depromere poffim.

Ac ne forte roges, 'quo me duce, quo Lare tuter:

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Et mihi res, non me rebus, fubjungere conor.

4 Ut nox longa, quibus mentitur amica ; diesque

* Omnis Aristippum decuit color, et ftatus, et res. P.

Notes. Ver. 16. You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord Mayor's borfe.] The fame of this heavy Poet, however problematical elsewhere, was univerfally received in the City of London. His versification is here exactly described : ftiff,

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“ Left ftiff, and stately, void of fire or force, IS “ You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord Mayor's

.66 horse.” Farewell then Verse, and Love, and ev'ry Toy, The Rhymes and Rattles of the Man or Boy; What i right, what true, what fit we justly call, Let this be all my care for this is All: To lay this * harvest up, and hoard with hafte What ev'ry day will want, and moft, the laft.

But ask not, to what 'Doctors I apply? Sworn to no Mafter, of no Sect am I: As drives the storm, at any door I knock: 25 And house with Montagne now, or now with Locke. Sometimes a " Patriot, active in debate, Mix with the World, and battle for the State, Free as young Lyttelton, her Cause pursue, Still true to Virtue, o and as warm as true : 30 Sometimes with Aristippus, or St. Paul, Indulge my candor, and grow all to all; Back to my P native Moderation flide, And win my way by yielding to the tide.

9 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, 35 Long as the Night to her whose Love's away,

NOTES. and not strong ; ftately and yet dull, like the sober and Now-paced Animal generally employed to mount the Lord Mayor > and therefore here humouroully opposed to Pegalus. P.

Lenta videtur opus debentibus : ut piger annus

Pupillis, quos dura premit cuftodia matrum":

Sic mihi tarda' Auunt ingrataque tempora, quae fpem

Confiliumque morantur agendi gnaviter s id, quod

Aeque pauperibus prodeft, locupletibus aeque,

Aeque neglectum pueris, fenibufque nocebit.

Reftat, ut his ego me ipfe tegam folerque ele

mentis :

w Non poffis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus;
Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus inungi :
Nec, quia desperes invicti membra Glyconis,
Nodosa corpus nolis prohibere cheragra.
Eft quadam prodire * tenus, fi non datur ultra.

y Fervet Avaritia, miseroque cupidine pectus?

Notes, VER. 45. can no wants endure;} i. e. Can want nothing. Badly expressed.

VER.51. Ill do what Mead-] Mr. Pope highly efteemed and loved this worthy man, whole unaffected humanity and benevolence have ftifed much of that envy which his eminence in his profeflion would otherwise have drawn out.

Long as the Year's dull circle seems to run,
When the brisk Minor pants for twenty-one :
So flow thoT unprofitable moments roll,
That lock up all the Functions of my soul ;

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That keep me from myself; and still delay
Life's instant bufiness to a future day:
That s talk, which as we follow, or despise,
The eldest is a fool, the youngeft wise.
Which done, the poorest can no wants endure; 45
And which not done, the richest must be poor.

* Late as it is, I put myself to school, And feel some comfort, not to be a fool. ~ Weak tho' I am of limb, and short of fight, Far from a Lynx, and not a Giant quite; 50 I'll do what Mead and Chefelden advise, To keep these limbs, and to preserve these eyes. Not to * go back, is somewhat to advance, And men muft walk at least before they dance.

Say, does thy ' blood rebel, thy bosom move 55 With wretched Ay'rice, or as wretched Love?

Notes,

Speaking of his obligations to this great Phyfician and others of the Faculty, in a Letter to Mr. Allen,, about a nionth before his death, he says, 66 There is no end of

my kind treatment from the Faculty. They are in

general the moft amiable companions, and the test “ friends, as well as the most learned Men I know.”'

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