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All, all but Truth, drops dead-born from the prefs,
When black ambition * ftains a public cause, A monarch's fword when mad vain-glory draws, Not Waller's wreath can hide the nation's fear, Not Boileau turn the feather to a ftar.
There, other trophies deck the truly brave,
Not fo, when diadem'd with rays divine, Touch'd with the flame that breaks from Virtue's shrine, Her priestess Muse forbids the good to die, And opes the temple of Eternity.
And may defcend to Mordington from STAIR ; †
Yes, the last pen for freedom let me draw, When Truth ftands trembling on the edge of law; Here, laft of Britons! let your names be read; Are none, none living? let me praise the dead,
*The cafe of Cromwell in the civil war of England; and (ver. 229) of Louis XIV. in his conqueft of the Low Countries.
§ The chief herald at arms. It is the custom, at the funeral of great peers, to caft into the grave the broken staves and ensigns of honour.
↑ John Dalrymple earl of Stair, knight of the thistle, ferved in all the wars under the duke of Marlborough; and afterwards as ambaffador in France.
Dr. John Hough, bishop of Worcester, and the lord Digby. The one an affertor of the church of England, in oppofition to the faife measures of king James II. The other as firmly attached to the cause of that king. Both afting out of principle, and equally men of honour and virtue.
And for that cause which made your fathers fhine,
F. Alas! alas! pray end what you began,
This was the last poem of the kind printed by our author, with a resolution to publish no more; but to enter thus, in the most plain and folemn manner he could, a fort of PROTEST against that infuperable corruption and depravity of manners, which he had been fo unhappy as to live to fee. Could he have hoped to have amended any, he had continued thofe attacks: but bad men were grown fo fhameless and so powerful, that ridicule was become as unsafe as it was ineffectual. The Poem raised him, as he knew it would, fome enemies; but he had reason to be fatisfied with the approbation of good men, and the teftimony of his own conscience.
Receiving from the Right Hon, the Lady
A STANDISH and TWO PENS.
YES, I beheld th' Athenian queen
Defcend in all her fober charms! "And take (fhe faid, and fmil'd ferene) "Take at this hand celeftial arms.
"Secure the radiant weapons wield;
"This golden lance shall guard desert, "And if a vice dares keep the field,
"This fteel fhall ftab it to the heart."
Aw'd on my bended knees I fell,
Receiv'd the weapons of the sky; And dipt them in the fable well, The fount of fame or infamy.
"What well? what weapon? (Flavia cries)
A lady whofe great merit Mr. Pope took a real pleasure in celebrating
"But, friend, take heed whom you attack;
"You'd write as Imooth again on glass,
"Athenian queen! and fober charms!
"I tell ye, fool, there's nothing in't :
"Come, if you'll be a quiet foul,
<<That dares tell neither truth nor lies, "I'll lift you in the harmless roll
"Of those that fing of these poor eyes."