Burnet corroborates this teftimony: "Lord Dorfet was a generous good-natured man. Never was fo much "ill nature in a pen as in his, joined with fo much good "nature as was in himself, even to excefs: for he was against all punishing, even of malefactors," &c. Hift. of his own Time, vol. i. p. 264. ed. 1724. W. Ver. 8. As fhow'd, Vice had his hate, and pity too. Imitated from Waller, on the death of Lady Rich: her look and mind At once were lofty, and at once were kind. There dwelt the fcorn of Vice, and pity too. The fecond verfe may be compared with ver. 82 of Windfor-Foreft, for fimilarity of structure : At once the chafer, and at once the prey. III. ON THE HONOURABLE SIMON HARCOURT. VER. 4. Or gave his father grief, but when he died. This not unpleafing thought refembies a couplet of Pro pertius, iv. 11.55. Nec te, dulce caput, mater Scribonia, læfi : In me mutatum quid, nifi fata, velis? For blame, my life, dear parent! gave no room: What could't thou wish were chang'd, but my un timely doom? But Mr. White remarks as follows: This poor conceit was by no means original in Pope. "A great prince "(fays Rereby in his Mifcellany) on the death of his queen, was heard to exclaim, 'Is it poffible, that the "should be dead, and that I muft lofe her for ever? She, " who "who never gave me the least trouble befide this of her death.' And Hackett, ii. p. 15. quotes from Montfaucon : LUCIA JULIA PRISCA Vixit annis xxvi. Nibil unquàm peccavit Nifi quod mortua eft. And on a stone in St. Mary Magdalen's, Bermondsey, 1694. Compleat in all but days, refign'd her breath; Who never difobey'd, but in her death. Again, Steele fays of King William, "A prince, who never "did or spoke any thing, that could juftly give grief to "his people, but when he mentioned his fucceffion to "them." See also Spectator, No. 135. V. ON ROWE. VER. 2. And near thy Shakspeare place thy honour'd buft. Dryden, in his prologue to the Tempest: So, from old Shakspeare's honour'd duft, this day Ver. 9. And bleft, that timely from our scene remov'd, This couplet feems to have profited from a very beautiful Nor vainly think thy happy parent dead, The first of thefe verfes refembles one in that unrivalled apostrophe of our poet in his Epiftle to Mr. Jervas: Muse! at that name thy facred forrows fhed. VI. ON MRS. CORBET. VER. 10. The saint sustain’d it, but the woman dy’d. This admirable line may have been fuggefted by one fimilar in fome anonymous verfes on the death of the Marquis of Blandford: Dryden's Mifc. v. 39. Tho' raging paffions tore her tender mind, VIII. ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER. VER. 7. Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie Her works; and, dying, fears herself may die. The turn alfo in Spencer's epitaph, faid to be written by himself, is much the fame: Anglica, te vivo, vixit plaufitque poëfis; Nunc moritura timet, te moriente, mori. X. ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON. VER. 1. This modeft ftone, what few vain marbles can, May truly fay, Here lies an honest man. Thefe thoughts are borrowed from Crafhaw's Epitaph on Mr. Ashton: The The modeft front of this fmall floor, Than many a braver marble can, Ver. 7. Calmly he look'd on either life, and here The fame fentiment is found in Martial's Epigrams, x. 23. And it may not be unseasonable to obferve, that Dr. Johnfon in his Life of Fenton wrongly afferts him to have left the university without a degree; as appears both from the lift of Cambridge graduates, and the matriculation book of Jefus-College, to which he belonged. XI. ON MR. GAY. Ver. 2. In wit, a man; fimplicity, a child. Ver. 11. But that the worthy and the good fhall fay, This thought is originally in Crafhaw's Epitaph on Mr. Enough: Enough: now, if thou canst, pass on : Is he entomb'd, but in thy heart. Mr. White adds farther: Hackett in his Epitaphs, vol. i. p. 193. remarks, however, that he found, in an old collection of Latin and Greek verfes on the death of Henry Prince of Wales, two lines which it is not impoffible Pope had feen: Angle! tuum tumulus fit cor, titulus fiet iste : Henricus princeps mortuus-Hic fitus eft. Mr. White here obferves, that the following epigram, which was printed in Pope's own edition of his works, 1738, 12mo. vol. ii. part 2. p. 162. fhould not have been omitted in a collection of his minor pieces: I am the prince's dog, at Kew: Pray tell me, Sir, who's dog are you? SAPPHO TO PHAON. VER. 1. Say, lovely youth, that doft my heart command. Ver. 9. I burn, I burn, as when through ripen'd corn I burn, I burn, like kindled fields of corn, When by the driving winds the flames are borne. No more my foul a charm in mufic finds; Scrope's 1 1 |