Upon the DUKE of MARLBOROUGH'S House at Woodstock. Atria longe patent; sed nec cœnantibus usquam, Mart. Epig. SEE, Sir, here's the grand approach, This way is for his Grace's coach; Thanks, Sir, cry'd I, 'tis very fine, But where d'ye sleep, or where d'ye dine? I find by all you have been telling, That 'tis a house, but not a dwelling. The Fourth Epistle of the First Book of HORACE'S Epistles. SAY, St. John, who alone peruse 5 10 NOTES. The Fourth Epistle] 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 his foes;" being so contradictory, probably occasioned the former to be suppressed. Ver. 1. Say, &c.] AD ALBIUM TIBULLUM. "Albi, nostrorum sermonum candide judex, Quid nunc te dicam facere in regione Pedana? Scribere, quod Cassi Parmensis opuscula vincat?" Ver. 10. Does St. John Greenwich, &c.] "An tacitum silvas inter reptare salubres ?" To you (th' all-envied gift of Heav'n) What could a tender mother's care Amidst thy various ebbs of fear; 15 20 25 NOTES. Ver. 13. To you, &c.] "Dî tibi formam, Dî tibi divitias dederant, artemque fruendi." Ver. 17. What could, &c.] "Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, Quam sapere, et fari possit quæ sentiat, et cui Gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde, non deficiente crumena ?" Ver. 23. Amidst, &c.] "Inter spem, curamque, timores inter et iras." Ver. 28. That ev'ry day, &c.] "Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum. — Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises, Cum ridere voles, Epicuri de grege porcum." That ev'ry hour your life renew 30 In spite of fears, of mercy spite, A Fragment, attributed by some to MR. POPE, and by others to MR. CONGREVE. It has, however, been seen in the hand-writing of the former. WHAT are the falling rills, the pendant shades, The morning bow'rs, the evening colonnades, But soft recesses for th' uneasy mind To sigh unheard in, to the passing wind! So the struck deer, in some sequester'd part, Lies down to die (the arrow in his heart) There hid in shades, and wasting day by day, Inly he bleeds, and pants his soul away. Verses left by MR. POPE, on his lying in the same Bed which WILMOT, the celebrated EARL of ROCHESTER, slept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the DUKE of ARGYLE, July 9th, 1739. WITH no poetic ardour fir'd I press the bed where Wilmot lay; But in thy roof, Argyle, are bred Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie Such flames as high in patriots burn, |