AN EPISTLE To His GRACE the Duke of SOMERSET, Humbly Infcrib'd : Petitioning for a Master of Art's Degree at the ROYAL COMMENCEMENT. NCE more the Muse to your protection flies; The Muse that artless fung your nuptial Joys. Mov'd by her vows, may Fate for SEYMOUR twine, Life's lengthen'd thread, a golden-even line. And will he deign to lend a gentle ear, Of Grammar Pedants, and the flavish rod: Where Where gentle Spencer tun'd his myftic lays, T' applaud the decent tale and wit divine. But foon, alas thefe pleafing Dreams are fled, By foundering jades, and beafts of burden trod. Were Metaphyficks ever brought to chime ? Sounds inharmonious, and the foes to rhyme ! While Logick-fhackles cramp the Poet's wing, That tries dull rules in aukward verse to fing. Afferit A, negat E, verùm generaliter ambo Euge, Apollo! this is worse than Crambo. O, fave the frighten'd Muse from this disgrace, O, fnatch her from the plodding tribe below. Stop, babbling Muse, the God of verse appears, And monitory whispers in thy ears; Recall thy thoughts: why will the wanton mind, A A new AUGUSTUS holds his righteous sway, Be thou an Horace, or the Mantuan Bard, An Epitaph on a Child. ENEATH, a fleeping infant lies, B To earth whose body lent: Hereafter, fhall more glorious rife, Tho' not more innocent. When the Arch-angel's trump fhall blow, And fouls to bodies join: What crouds on earth fhall wish their lives Had been as fhort as thine! You that more ftrict account must give, Prepare below to lie: You that know what it is to live, Learn what it is to die. INDEX TO THE First VOLUME. O N Mr. Pope, and his Poems, by his Grace the Page 1 To Mr. Pope, by A. Countess of Winchelsea, 4 To Mr. Pope, on the publishing of his Works, by the To Mr. Pope, on his Windfor Foreft, by the 9 Rev. 18 To Mr. Pope, on his Tranflation of Homer, by the Rev. Mr. Chriftopher Pitt, To Mr. Pope, To Mr. Pope, 20 24 26 To Mr. Pope, on his Tranflation of Homer's Iliad, by the Rev. Dr. Evans, 30 To Mr. Pope, upon the Edition of his Works, by the XIG: 36 By |