Where all that passes, inter nos, Might be proclaimed at Charing Cross.' My lord and he are grown so great, What, they admire him for his jokes- There flies about a strange report, 100 105 110 115 When are the troops to have their pay?" 120 I know no more than my Lord Mayor, Thus in a sea of folly tost, My choicest hours of life are lost; communicate to each other the good things that came into their heads. 1 Royal Proclamations were read at Charing Cross. 2 The Emperor of Austria was 125 130 thrown over by the English Government, who negotiated the Treaty of Utrecht without consulting his inte rests. And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. Or when I sup, or when I dine; How this or that Italian sings, A neighbour's madness, or his spouse's, But something much more our concern, And quite a scandal not to learn: Which is the happier, or the wiser, Whether we ought to choose our friends Our friend Dan Prior, told (you know) A tale extremely à propos : Name a town-life, and in a trice He had a story of two mice. Once on a time (so runs the fable) 1 Swift's verses end with v. 132. The rest is by Pope. It will be observed that the style becomes more polished and pointed, but much less rapid and easy. 135 140 145 150 155 160 2 Dan Prior; like Spenser's "Dan Chaucer." Dan is the abbreviation for "dominus." Prior's "tale" was of course, The Town and Country Mouse, written in conjunction with Knew what was handsome, and would do't, He brought him bacon (nothing lean), The veriest hermit in the nation Behold the place, where if a poet Montague, in ridicule of Dryden's 1 The house of the Prince of Wales, 165 170 175 180 185 190 195 at that time the head-quarters of the Opposition, was in Lincoln's Inn Fields. The guests withdrawn had left the treat, Our courtier walks from dish to dish, 200 205 210 215 (It was by Providence they think, For your damned stucco has no chink.) "An't please your honour," quoth the peasant, "This same dessert is not so pleasant: Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread, and liberty!" 220 BOOK IV., ODE I. TO VENUS. THIS Imitation was registered at Stationers' Hall, 8 March, 1736, as follows: "Horace, his Ode to Venus, Lib. 4, Ode 1. Imitated by Mr. Pope;" the owner of the copyright being John Wright. It is written with that air of exquisite breeding, in which Pope has no superior, nay probably no equal, and for lightness of touch deserves to be classed with the Rape of the Lock, and the Epistle to Miss Blount on her leaving town before the Coronation." |