ON CERTAIN LADIES. WHEN other fair ones to the shades go down, ON DRAWINGS OF THE STATUES OF APOLLO, VENUS, AND HERCULES, MADE FOR POPE BY SIR GODFREY KNELLER. WHAT god, what genius, did the pencil move, 'Twas friendship, warm as Phoebus, kind as love, And strong as Hercules. EPIGRAM. My Lord complains that Pope, stark mad with gardens, Has cut three trees, the value of three farthings. "But he's my neighbour," cries the peer polite : "And if he visit me, I'll waive the right. What! on compulsion, and against my will, A lord's acquaintance? Let him file his bill ! EPIGRAM. YES! 'tis the time (I cried), impose the chain, I half could wish this people should be saved. If this can cover multitude of sins, I stake the only way to be forgiven. VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU. ONCE (says an author-where, I need not say), While, scale in hand, dame Justice pass'd along. ON THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH'S Atria longa patent; sed nec cœnantibus usquam, SEE, sir, here's the grand approach; 11 MARTIAL. There lies the bridge, and here's the clock; The spacious court, the colonnade; And mark how wide the hall is made! 'Thanks, sir,' cried I; ''tis very fine; 10 DIALOGUE. POPE. SINCE my old friend is grown so great, I'm told, but 'tis not true, I hope, CRAGGS. Alas! if I am such a creature, To grow the worse for growing greater ; ON AN OLD GATE, ERECTED IN CHISWICK GARDENS. O GATE, how camest thou here? Gate.-I was brought from Chelsea last year, Inigo Jones put me together. Let me alone : Burlington brought me hither. 1742. EPITAPHS. I. ON CHARLES, EARL OF DORSET. IN THE CHURCH OF WYTHAM, IN SUSSEX. DORSET, the grace of courts, the Muses' pride, Bless'd satirist! who touch'd the mean so true, Yet sacred keep his friendships and his ease. Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets shine; 10 II. ON SIR WILLIAM TRUMBULL. A PLEASING form; a firm, yet cautious mind; Fix'd to one side, but moderate to the rest : Fill'd with the sense of age, the fire of youth, 10 Such this man was; who now, from earth removed, At length enjoys that liberty he loved. III. ON THE HON. SIMON HARCOURT, ONLY SON OF THE LORD CHANCELLOR HARCOURT. At the Church of Stanton-Harcourt, in Oxfordshire, 1720. To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near! Here lies the friend most loved, the son most dear : Who ne'er knew joy, but friendship might divide Or gave his father grief but when he died. How vain is reason, eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what Harcourt cannot speak. O, let thy once-loved friend inscribe thy stone, And, with a father's sorrows, mix his own! IV. ON JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ. IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. JACOBUS CRAGGS, REGNI MAGNE BRITANNIÆ A SECRETIS ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS, PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIÆ: OB. FEB. XVI. MDCCXX. STATESMAN, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, Who broke no promise, served no private end, |