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Why should I stay? Both parties rage;
The love of arts lies cold and dead
And not one Muse of all he fed
My friends, by turns, my friends confound,
Poor Yrs sold for fifty pounds,6
Why make I friendships with the great,
Or follow girls, seven hours in eight,
Still idle, with a busy air,
Deep whimsies to contrive;
Most thinking rake, alive.
Solicitous for other ends,
Though fond of dear repose;
For salads, tarts, and pease!
Adieu to all, but Gay alone,
Whose soul, sincere and free,
5 [The date of Halifax's death was May 19, 1715.]
6 [Miss Younger an actress, one of the performers in "What d'ye call it ?"]
'[Mrs. Bicknell, who was also an actress, and another of the performers in "What d'ye call it?" Steele recommended this lady in the Tatler.]
TO LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU.
IN beauty, or wit,
No mortal as yet
To question your empire has dared;
Have thought that in learning,
With musty dull rules,
Have reading to females denied ;
So Papists refuse
The Bible to use,
Lest flocks should be wise as their guide.
But if the first Eve
Hard doom did receive,
When only one apple had she,
What a punishment new
ON THE PICTURE OF LADY MARY W. MONTAGU, BY KNELLER.
TO MR. GAY,
WHO CONGRATULATED HIM ON FINISHING HIS HOUSE AND GARDENS.
AH, friend! 'tis true-this truth you lovers know—
To sigh unheard in, to the passing winds?
LINES WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST.
["I arrived in the forest by Tuesday noon. I passed the rest of the day in those woods, where I have so often enjoyed a book and a friend; I made a hymn as I passed through, which ended with a sigh, that I will not tell you the meaning of."-Pope to Martha Blount.]
LL hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade!
And gently press'd my hand, and said "Be ours!--
At Court thou may'st be liked, but nothing gain:
THOUGH sprightly Sappho force our love and praise,
The mild Erinna blushing in her bays.
So while the sun's broad beam yet strikes the sight,
ON HIS GROTTO AT TWICKENHAM,
COMPOSED OF MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, AND MINERALS.
THOU who shalt stop, where Thames' translucent wave
[This simile the poet afterwards inserted in his Moral Essays Ep. II.]
Unpolish'd gems no ray on pride bestow,
ON THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON CUTTING
PALLAS grew vapourish once, and odd,
She would not do the least right thing,
Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing.
Jove frown'd, and, "Use," he cried, "those eyes
She bow'd, obey'd him,-and cut paper.
This vexing him who gave her birth,
Thought by all heaven a burning shame;
1 After ver. 6, in the MS.
"You see that island's wealth, where, only free,
2 In the MS.
"To Wyndham's breast the patriot passions stole."
[Warburton pointed out these variations, but there were others in this small piece, which seems to have been elaborated with great care. At first the poem opened with "O thou who stopp'st," &c. ; the "Egerian grot," was "th' inspiring grot," and the allusion to Marchmont and Wyndham was, "Here stole the honest tear from Marchmont's eye, Here, Wyndham, thy last sighs for liberty."
The first line recalls one in Samson Agonistes, where Milton has the "broad translucent wave."