* To you (th' all-envy'd gift of Heaven)
Th' indulgent gods, unafk'd, have given
A form complete in every part,
And, to enjoy that gift, the art.

+ What could a tender mother's care
Wish better, to her favourite heir,
Than wit, and fame, and lucky hours,
A ftock of health, and golden fhowers,
And graceful Huency of speech,
Precepts before unknown to teach ?

Amidst thy various ebbs of fear,
And gleaming hope, and black despair;
Yet let thy friend this truth impart;
A truth I tell with bleeding heart,
(In juftice for your labours paft)
That every day fhall be your last;
That every hour you life renew
Is to your injur'd country due.

In fpight of fears, of mercy fpight,
My genius ftill must rail, and write.

Di tibi formam

Di tibi divitias dederant, artemque fruendi.

Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno,
Quam fapere, et fari poflet quæ fentiat, et cui
Gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde,

------ non deficiente crumena?

Inter fpem, curamque, timores inter et iras.
§ Omnem crede diem tibi diluxiffe fupremum.
Me pinguem, et nitidum bene curata cute vifes,
Cum ridere voles Epicuri de grege porcum.

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Hafte

Hafte to thy Twickenham's fafe retreat,
And mingle with the grumbling great:
There, half devour'd by fpleen, you'll find
The rhyming bubbler of mankind;
There (objects of our mutual hate)
We'll ridicule both church and state..

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EPIGRAM

EPIGRAM ON MRS. TOFT S.

A HANDSOME WOMAN WITH A FINE VOICE, BUT VERY COVETOUS AND PROUD*.

O bright is thy beauty, so charming thy fong,

As had drawn both the beafts and their Orpheus
along;

But fuch is thy avarice, and fuch is thy pride,
That the beasts must have starv'd, and the poet have died.

EPIGR AM

On one who made LONG EPITAPHS†.

FRE

REIND, for your Epitaphs I 'm griev'd,
Where ftill fo much is faid;

One half will never be believ'd,

The other never read.

This epigram, first printed anonymously in Steele's Collection, and copied in the Mifcellanies of Swift and Pope, is fcribed to Pope by Sir John Hawkins in his History of MuficMrs. Tofts, who was the daughter of a person in the family of Bishop Burnet, is celebrated as a finger little inferior, either for She lived at her voice or manner, to the best Italian women. the introduction of the opera into this kingdom, and sung in company with Nicolini; but, being ignorant of Italian, chanted her recitative in English, in answer to his Italian; yet the charms of their voices overcame the abfurdity.

+ It is not generally known that the perfon here meant was Dr. Robert Freind, Head Mafter of Westminster School

TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER,

ON HIS PAINTING FOR ME THE STATUES OF APOLLO, VENUS, AND HERCULES.

'HAT God, what Genius did the pencil move When Kneller painted these?

"Twas Friendship-warm as Phœbus, kind as Love, And strong as Hercules.

WHAT

A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715.

D

EAR, damn'd, distracting town, farewell!
Thy fools no more I'll teaze:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, fleep at ease!

Soft B-- and rough C ---, adieu!:
Earl Warwick make your moan,
-k and you
The lively H-
May knock up whores alone.

To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd
Till the third watchman toll;
Let Jervais gratis paint, and Frowde
Save three-pence and his foul.

Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery
On every learned fot;

And Garth, the best good christian he,
Although he knows it not.

Lintot,

Lintot, farewell! thy bard muft go; -
Farewell, unhappy Tonfon!

Heaven gives thee, for thy lofs of Rowe,
Lean Philips, and fat Johnson.

Why fhould I stay? Both parties rage;
My vixen mistress fqualls;
The wits in envious feuds engage;
And Homer (damn him!) calls.
The love of arts lies cold and dead
In Halifax's urn ;

And not one Muse of all he fed,
Has yet the grace to mourn.

My friends, by turns, my friends confound,
Betray, and are betray'd:

Poor Yr's fold for fifty pound,

And B Il is a jade.

---

Why make I friendships with the great,
When I no favour feek?

Or follow girls feven hours in eight?-
I need but once a week.

Still idle, with a bufy air,

Deep whimfies to contrive; The gayeft valetudinaire,

Moft thinking rake alive.

Solicitous for others ends,

Though fond of dear repofe; Careless or drowsy with my friends,

And frolick with my foes.

Luxurious