PHRY NE. P HRYNE had talents for mankind, Open she was, and unconfin'd, Like fome free port of trade; Merchants unloaded here their freight, Her learning and good-breeding fuch, Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes, In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades, So have I known those Infects fair Still vary shapes and dyes; Still gain new Titles with new forms; 5 10. 15 20 VOL. I. DR. A a VII. DR. SWIFT. The Happy Life of a COUNTRY PARSON. PARSON, these things in thy poffeffing A Wife that makes conferves; a Steed He that has thefe, may pafs his life, Toast Church and Queen, explain the News, And shake his head at Doctor Swift. A FARE D A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715. EAR, damn'd, distracting town, farewell! This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, fleep at ease! Soft B and rough C --- adieu ! May knock up whores alone. To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery And Garth, the best good christian he, Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go; Farewel, unhappy Tonfon! Heaven gives thee, for thy lofs of Rowe, Why fhould I stay? Both parties rage; The wits in envious feuds engage; The love of arts lies cold and dead In Halifax's urn; And not one Mufe of all he fed, Has yet the grace to mourn. My friends, by turns, my friends confound, Betray, and are betray'd: Poor Y -r's fold for fifty pound, Why make I friendships with the great, Or follow girls feven hours in eight?➡ Still idle, with a bufy air, The gayeft valetudinaire, Solicitous for others ends, Though fond of dear repofe; Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, Adieu to all but Gay alone, Whofe foul, fincere and free, Loves all mankind, but flatters none, And fo may starve with me. A DIALOGUE. POPE. STA fo great, INCE my old friend is grown To grow the worse for growing greater; EPIGRAM. Engraved on the Collar of a Dog, which I gave to his Royal Highness. Am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, Sir, whofe dog are you? IN EPIGRAM. Occafioned by an Invitation to Court. N the lines that you fent, are the Mufes and Graces; You've the Nine in your wit, and the Three in your faces, A FRAG |