So that as the property is transferred, I could wish they would now let his memory alone. The veil which Death draws over the Good is fo facred, that to throw dirt upon the fhrine fcandalizes even Barbarians. And though Rome permitted her Slaves to calumniate her beft Citizens on the day of Triumph, yet the fame petulancy at their funeral would have been rewarded with execration and a gibbet. The Public may be malicious; but is rarely vindictive er ungenerous. It would abhor thefe infults on a writer dead, though it had borne with the ribaldry, or even fet the ribalds on work, when he was alive. And in this there was no great harm: for he must have a ftrange impotency of mind whom fuch miferable fcribblers can ruffle. Of all that grofs Boeotian phalanx who have written fcurrilously against me, I know not fo much as one whom a writer of reputation would not wish to have his enemy, or whom a man of honour would not be afhamed to own for his friend. I am indeed but flightly converfant in their works, and know little of the particulars of their defamation. To my Authorship they are heartily welcome. But if any of them have been fo abandoned by Truth as to attack my moral character in any inftance whatsoever, to ald and every one of these, and their abettors, I give the lye in form, and in the words of honeft Father Valerian, "Mentiris impudentiffime." RECOMMENDATORY POEMS. To Mr. POPE, on his PASTORALS. IN thofe more dull, as more cenforious days, And write not to the head, but to the ear: 20 } 25 Some Some in a polish'd style write Pastoral, Should wear thofe flowers her native fields produce; 30 Should, like his garb, be for the Country fit: Yet muft his pure and unaffected thought More nicely than the common fwain's be wrought, Yet long her Modesty those charms conceal'd; 45 Live, and enjoy their spite! nor mourn that fate, 50 W. WYCHERLEY. То To Mr. POPE, on his WINDSOR-FOREST. H AIL! facred Bard! a Mufe unknown before Salutes thee from the bleak Atlantic shore. 10 And drefs'd the rocky fhelves, and pav'd the painted bay. Thy treasures next arriv'd: and now we boaft A nobler cargo on our barren coaft: From thy luxuriant Foreft we receive More lafting glories than the Eaft can give. The fylvan ftate that on her border grows, 15 20 25 Nor |