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Befides, a fate attends on all I write,
Quod quis  deridet, quam quod probat et veneratur.
[fieta Nil moror (r) officium, quod me gravat: ac neque In (s) pejus vultu proponi cereus usquam,
faclis decorari versibus opto :
EAR Colnel, Cobham's and your country's
friend! You love a verse, take such as I can fend, (a) A Frenchman comes, presents you with his boy, Bows and begins---- This lad, Sir, is of Blois :
E PISTOL A II.
Notes. Ver. 4. This lad, Sir, is of Blois :) a town in Beauce, where the French tongue is spoken in great purity.
Observe "Observe his shape how clean! his locks how
$t curl'd! "My only son, I'd have him see the world; 6 “ His French is pure; his voice too---you shall hear. “ Sir, he's your llave, for twenty pound a-year. “ Mere wax as yet, you fashion him with ease, “ Your barber, cook, upholt'rer,what you please:10 $c A perfect genius at an op'ra-song--“ To say too much, might do my honour wrong. “ Take him with all his virtues, on my word; 6. His whole ambition was to serve a lord : " But, Sir, to you with what would I not part? 15 “ Tho' 'faith, I fear, 'țwill break his mother'sheart. “ Once (and but once) I caught him in a lie, “ And then, unwhipp'd, he had the grace to cry: 66 The fault he has I fairly shall reveal,
(Could you o'erlook but that), it is, to steal.” 20
[b] If, after this, you took the graceless lad, Could you complain, my friend, he prov'd so bad?
• Verna ministeriis ad nutus aptus heriles;
“ Quivis ferret idem : femel hic ceffavit, et (ut fit)
'Faith, Notes, Ver. 24. I think Sir Godfrey] Sir G. Kneller, an eminent justice of peace, who decided much in the manner of Sancho Panca.
'Faith, in such case, if you fhould profecute,
[c] Consider then, and judge me in this light; I told you when I went, I could not write; You said the fame; and are you discontent With laws, to which you gave your own
3• Nay worse, to ask for verle at such a time! D'ye think me good for nothing but to rhyme ?
[d] In ANNA’s wars, a soldier poor and old Had dearly earn'd a little purse of gold : Tir'd with a tedious march, one luckless night, 35 He slept, poor dog! and lost it, to a doit.
Prudens emisti vitiosum: dicta tibi eft lex.
(c) Dixi me pigrum proficiscenti tibi, dixi
(d) Luculli miles collecta viatica multis Ærumnis, lassus dum noctu ítertit, ad assem Perdiderat : poft hoc vehemens lupus, et sibi et hofti Iratus pariter, jejunis, dentibus acer, Præfidium regale loco dejecit, ut aiunt, Summe munito, et multarum divite rerum.
the in such a desp’rate mind,
40 Tore down a'itandard, took the fort and all.
Prodigious well ;" his great commander cry'd, Gave him much praise, and some reward beside. Next pleas'd his Excellence a town to batter; (Its name I know not, and 'tis no great matter): 45 “ Go on, my friend, che cry'd), fee yonder walls! “ Advance and conquer ! go where glory calls ! “ More honours, more rewards, attend the brave." Don't you remember what reply he gave? D'ye think me, noble Gen’ral, such a lot ?
50 “ Let him take castles who has ne'er a groat.'
[e] Bred up at home, full early I begun To read in Greek the wrath of Peleus' son.
Clarus ob id factum, donis ornatur honestis,
timido quoque poffent addere mentem:
Notes. Ver. 52. Bred up at home, etc.) Mr Pope was taught his letters very early by an aunt; and, from thence to his eighth year, he took great delight in reading. He learned sc'write of himself by copying after printed books, whose