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Let Warwick's Muse with Ash--t join,
L- himself, that lively lord,
Ye ladies, too, draw forth your pen;
Now, Tonson, list thy forces all,
A strange metamorphosis;
A metamorphosis more strange
"To what (quoth 'squire) shall Ovid change?" Quoth Sandys, "To waste paper."
[Curll says this character was intended to ridicule a very worthy gentleman, probably Ambrose Philips.]
CLOSE to the best known author UMBRA sits,
"Who's here?" cries Umbra: "Only Johnson."*
Your slave," and exit; but returns with Rowe:
* Charles Johnson, a second rate dramatist, and great frequenter of Button's. Pope elsewhere classes him with Philips:
"Lean Philips and fat Johnson." Farewell to London.
SYLVIA, A FRAGMENT.
SYLVIA my heart in wondrous wise alarm'd,
Awed without sense, and without beauty charm'd: But some odd graces and some flights she had, Was just not ugly, and was just not mad:
Her tongue still ran on credit from her eyes,
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman's in her soul a rake.
Frail, feverish sex; their fit now chills, now burns:
Is still a sad good Christian at her heart.*
* I have been informed, on good authority, that this character was designed for the then Duchess of Hamilton. Warton.
Swift describes this lady as handsome, airy, and violent tempered, with abundance of wit and spirit. See Swift's Works, vol. iii. p. 118. Sir W. Scott.
TO LADY WINCHELSEA.
OCCASIONED BY FOUR SATIRICAL VERSES ON WOMEN WITS, IN THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
IN vain you boast poetic names of yore,
And cite those Sapphos we admire no more:
A BISHOP by his neighbours hated
I'll lay my life I know the place :
'Tis where God sent some that adore him,
ON THE FEUDS ABOUT HANDEL AND BONONCINI.
STRANGE! all this difference should be "Twixt Tweedle-DUM and Tweedle-DEE!
ON MRS. TOFTS,
A CELEBRATED OPERA-SINGER.
So bright is thy beauty, so charming thy song, As had drawn both the beasts and their Orpheus
But such is thy avarice, and such is thy pride, That the beasts must have starved, and the poet have died.
THE BALANCE OF EUROPE.
Now Europe balanced, neither side prevails; For nothing's left in either of the scales.
APPLIED TO F. C.
HERE Francis Chartres lies*-be civil!
* Thus applied by Mr. Pope: "Here lies Lord Coningsby."