a

WRETCHED B - - -, jealous now of all,

What God, what mortal, shall prevent thy fall?

Turn, turn thy eyes from wicked men in place,

And fee what fuccour from the Patriot Race.

b

C - - -, his own proud dupe, thinks Monarchs things

Made just for him, as other fools for Kings;
Controls, decides, infults thee every hour,
And antedates the hatred due to Pow'r.
Thro' Clouds of Paffion P - -'s views are clear,
He foams a Patriot to fubfide a Peer;
Impatient fees his country bought and fold,
And damns the market where he takes no gold.

NOTES.

6

Grave,

VER. I. O wretched B--,] There is no doubt but that this interesting fragment was the beginning of the very Satire to which Warburton alludes in the last Poem.

Pope was afraid to go on in his career of personal acrimony, Paul Whitehead, having thrown out an indecent sarcafm againft Dr. Sherlock, was threatened with a profecution. This was meant as a hint to Pope; and it is very plain his fatiric progress was interrupted, for his alarm evidently appears. In this Poem, (which certainly was part of his plan, as a continuation of the Epilogue, he feems,

1

" Willing to wound, and yet afraid to ftrike." I have added some explanatory names.

Grave, righteous 'S - joggs on till, past belief,

He finds himself companion with a thief.

To purge and let thee blood, with fire and sword, Is all the help stern 'S - - wou'd afford.

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That those who bind and rob thee, would not kill,

Good C-- hopes, and candidly fits still.

Off Ch -s W

..

who speaks at all,

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No more than of & Sir Har-y or Sir P - -.
Whose names once up, they thought it was not wrong

To lie in bed, but fure they lay too long.

h

G - - r, C-m, B - t, pay thee due regards,

Unless the ladies bid them mind their cards.

with wit that must

AndC---d who speaks so well and writes,

Whom (faving W.) every S. harper bites,

Whose wit and

must needs

equally provoke one,

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Finds thee, at best, the butt to crack his joke on.
As for the rest, each winter up they run,
And all are clear, that something must be done. 30
Then urg'd by * C -- t, or by C - - t stopt,
Inflam'd by 'P - -, and by P - - dropt;
They follow rev'rently each wondrous wight,
Amaz'd that one can read, that one can write :

• Sandys.

So

d Shippen. • Perhaps the Earl of Carlifle,

f Sir Charles Hanbury Williams.

& Sir Henry Oxenden and Sir Paul Methuen.

Lords Gower, Cobham, and Bathurst.

Lord Chesterfield,

* Lord Carteret.

William Pulteney, created in 1742 Earl of Bath.

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So geese to gander prone obedience keep,
Hiss if he hiss, and if he slumber, fleep.
Till having done whate'er was fit or fine,
Utter'd a speech, and ask'd their friends to dine;
Each hurries back to his paternal ground,
Content but for five shillings in the pound,
Yearly defeated, yearly hopes they give,

And all agree, Sir Robert cannot live.

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Rife, rife, great W

-, fated to appear,

Spite of thyself a glorious minister!

Speak the loud language Princes

And treat with half the

....

.........

At length to B

..

kind, as to thy

....

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40

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Espouse the nation, you .

What can thy H

Drefs in Dutch

•

•

........

Tho' ftill he travels on no bad pretence,

Or those foul copies of thy face and tongue,
Veracious W

...

and frontless Young;

Sagacious Bub, so late a friend, and there
So late a foe, yet more fagacious H - - - ?

1 Walpole.

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Hervey

Either Sir Robert's brother Horace, who had just quitted his embassy at the Hague, or his son Horace, who was then on his travels.

W. Winnington.

P Dodington.

• Sir William Young.

9 Probably Hare, bishop of Chichester.

r

Hervey and Hervey's school, F -, H-- y, H - - n,

..

Yea, moral Ebor, or religious Winton.

How! what can O - - w, what can D - -

The wisdom of the one and other chair,

Or thy dread truncheon M.'s mighty peer?

What help from "J - - s opiates canfst thou draw,

a

Or * H - - k's quibbles voted into law?

C. that Roman in his nose alone,

Who hears all causes, B - -, but thy own,
Or those proud fools whom nature, rank, and fate
Made fit companions for the Sword of State.

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65

Can the light packhorse, or the heavy steer, The fowzing Prelate, or the sweating Peer, Drag out with all its dirt and all its weight, The lumb'ring carriage of thy broken State? Alas! the people curse, the carman swears,

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The drivers quarrel, and the master stares.

The plague is on thee, Britain, and who tries 75

To fave thee in th' infectious office dies.

The

Fox and Henley,

r Hinton.

Blackburn, Archbishop of York, and Hoadley, bishop of

Winchester.

t

Onflow, Speaker of the House of Commons, and the Earl of

Delawar, Chairman of the Committees of the House of Lords.

■ Newcastle.

* Dorfet; perhaps the last word should be sneer.