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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; That here he lov'd, or here expir'd, Begets no numbers grave, or gay.
Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred
Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie Stretch'd out in honour's nobler bed, Beneath a nobler roof-the sky.
Such flames as high in patriots burn,
A COURT BALLAD.
To the Tune of " To all you Ladies now at Land," &c.
To one fair lady out of court,
And two fair ladies in,
Who think the Turk* and Pope† a sport,
Come these soft lines, with nothing stiff in,
What passes in the dark third row,
* Ulrick, the little Turk.
Ladies of the Court of the Princess Caroline.
Then why to courts should I repair,
And ev'ry speech with Zounds end;
Alas! like Schutz I cannot pun,
In truth, by what I can discern,
Some wit you have, and more may learn
+ Mentioned before in the verses to Mrs. Howe.
At Leicester-Fields, a house full high,
There may you meet us three to three,
But shou'd you catch the prudish itch,
And thus, fair maids, my ballad ends; God send the king safe landing ;* And make all honest ladies friends
To armies that are standing; Preserve the limits of those nations, And take off ladies limitations.
With a fa, la, la.
*This Ballad was written anno 1717.
NOTWITHSTANDING Pope's affected contempt of the Court, he was proud of the acquaintance of some of the beautiful young women belonging to it.
The Ladies mentioned in this Ballad, Pope speaks of in a letter: "I met the Prince, with all his Ladies on horseback, coming from hunting.
"Mrs. B― (Bellenden) and Mrs. L-(Lepell) took me into protection (contrary to the law against harbouring Papists), and gave me a dinner." Bowles.