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Rey’rent I touch thee! but with honest zeal; 216
To rouse the watchmen of the public weal,
To Virtue's work provoke the tardy hall,
And goad the prelate llumb’ring in his ftall.
Ye tinsel insects! whom a Court maintains, 220
That counts your beauties only by your stains,
Spin all your Cobwebs o'er the eye of day!
The Muse's wing shall brush you all away:
All his Grace preaches, all his Lordship sings,
All that make faints of Queens, and gods of Kings.
All, all but Truth, drops dead-born from the press,
Like the last Gazette, or the last Address.

When black Ambition stains a public cause,
A Monarch's sword when mad Vain-glory draws,
Vol. II.


NOTES. Ver. 219. And goad the prelate pumb'ring in his hall.] The good Eufebius, in his Evangelitai Preparation, draws a long parallel between the Ox and the Christian Priesthood. Hence the dignified clergy, out of mere humility, have ever since called their thrones by the name of stalls. To which a great prelate of Winchester, one W. Edinton, modestly al. luding, (who otherwise had been long since forgotten), has rendered his name immortal by this ecclefiafticai apharilin, Canterbury is the higher rack, but Winchester is the better manger. By which, however, it appears, that he was not one of those here condemned, who frumber in their stalls.

Ver. 222. Cobwebs] Weak and Night sophistry against virtue and honour. Thin colours over vice, as unable to hide the light of truth, as cobwebs to shade the fun.

Ver. 228. When black ambition, &c.] The case of Cromwell in the civil war of England; and, (ver. 229.) of Louis XIV. in his conquest of the Low Countries.

After ver. 227. in the MS.
Where's now the star that lighted Charles to rise ?

---With that which followed Julius to the skies.
Angels, that watch'd the royai onk so well,
How chanc'd ye nod, when luckless Sorel fell?



Not Waller's wreath can hide the nation's scar,
Nor Boileau turn the feather to a star.

231 Not fo when diadem'd with rays divine, Touch'd with the flame that breaks from Virtue's

fhrine, Her priestess Muse forbids the good to die, And opes the Temple of Eternity.

235 There, other tropies deck the truly brave, Than such as Anstis cafts into the

grave; Far other stars than * and wear, And may defcend to Mordington from STAIR: (Such as an Hough's unfully'd mitre shine, Or beam, good DIGBY, from a heart like thine.) Let Envy howl, while Heav'n's whole chorus fings, And bark at honour not conferr'd by kings;

Notes. Ver. 231. Nor Boileau turn the feather to a far.] See his ode on Namur: where (to use his own words)“ Il a fait un Attre de la Plume blanche que le Roy porte ordinaireinent a son chapeau, et qui est en effet une espece de Comere, fattale a nos ennemis."

Ver. 237. Anstis] The chief herald at arms. It is the custom, at the funeral of great peers, to cast into the grave the broken staves and ensigns of honour.

Ver 2 39. Stair :] John Dalrymple, Earl of Stair, knight of the thistle ; served in all the wars under the Duke of Marlborough; and afterwards as ambassador in France.

Ver. 240, 241. Hough and. Digby] Dr John Hough, Bishop of Worcester, and the Lord Digby. The one an asserter of the church of England, in opposition to the falfe measures of King James II. The other as firmly attached to the cause of that King. Both acting out of principle, and equally men of honour and virtue.

Hence, lying miracles! reduc'd fo low
As to the Regal touch, and Papal toe;
Hence haughty Edgar's title to the main,
Britain's to France, and thine to India, Spain!


E, 231


Let Flatt'ry fick’ning see the incense rise,
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies: 245
Truth guards the poet, sanctifies the line,
And makes immortal, Verse as mean as minen

Yes, the last pen for freedom let me draw,
When Truth stands trembling on the edge of Law;
Here, last of Britons! let your names be read; 250
Are none, none living? let me praise the dead,
And for that cause which made your

fathers shine, Fall by the votes of their degen’rate line.

Fr. Alas! alas! pray end what you begårig
And write next winter more Elays on Mana 255

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Notes: Ver. ult.] This was the lat poem of the kind printed by our author, with a resolution to publish no more; but to enter thus in the most plain and folemn manner he could, a fort of Protest against that insuperable corruption and depravity of manners, which he had been so unhappy as to live to see. Could he have hoped to have amended any, he had continued those attacks; but bad men were grown to Thameless, and to powerful, that Ridicule was become as unsafe as it was ineffectual. The poem raised him, as he knew it would, some enemies; but he had reaton to be iai tisfied with the approbation of good men, and the testimony of his own conscience.

Ver: 255. in the MS.

Quit, quit, these themes, and write Essays on Man:

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Receiving from the Right Hon. the Lady


A STANDISH and Two Pens.

Y het

ES, I beheld th? Athenian Queen

And take (she said, and smil'd ferene),

Take at this hand celestial arms:

Secure the radiant weapons wield;

This golden lance shall guard Desert, And if a Vice dares keep the field,

This steel shall ftab it to the heart."

Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell,

Receiv'd the weapons of the sky; And dipt them in the fable Well,

The fount of Fame or Infamy.

" What Well? what Weapon? (Flavia cries),

A standish, steel and golden pen!
It came from Bertrand's t, not the skies;


you to write again.

* A lady whose great merit Mr Pope took a real pleasure in celebrating. † A famous toy-shop at Bath.


But, friend, take heed whom you attack;

You'll bring a House (I mean of Peers) Red, blue, and green, nay white and black,

L----- and all about your ears.

You'd write as smooth again on glass,

And run, on ivory, so glib, As not to stick at fool or ass *

Nor stop at Flattery or Fibt.

Athenian Queen! and sober charms!

I tell ye, fool, there's nothing in't: 'Tis Venus, Venus gives these arms t';

In Dryden's Virgil see the print.

Come, if you'll be a quiet soul,

That dares tell neither truth nor lies , I'll list you in the harmless roll

Of those that sing of these poor eyes."

Notes. * The Dunciad. * The Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot.

Such toys being the usual presents from lovers to their miftreffes.

li When the delivers Æneas a suit of heavenly armour.

Ti.e. If you have neither the courage to write fatire, nor he application to attempt an epic poem.---He was then mee ditating on such a work.


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