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Can gratitude outpant the silent breath?
ON A GROTTO OF SHELLS AT CRUX-EASTON, THE WORK OF NINE YOUNG LADIES.
HERE, shunning idleness at once and praise,
SINCE my old friend is grown so great,
To grow the worse for growing greater;
VERSES LEFT BY MR. POPE,
ON HIS LYING IN THE SAME BED WHICH WILMOT, EARL OF ROCHESTER, USED AT ATTERBURY, A SEAT OF THE DUKE OF ARGYLE'S IN OXFORDSHIRE, JULY 9, 1739.
WITH no poetic ardour fired,
I press the bed where Wilmot lay; That here he loved, or here expired,
Begets no numbers grave or gay. But in thy roof, Argyle, are bred
Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie, Stretch'd out in Honour's nobler bed, Beneath a nobler roof-the sky. Such flames as high in patriots burn,
Yet stoop to bless a child, or wife; And such as wicked kings may mourn, When freedom is more dear than life.
TO HIS GRACE
THE DUKE OF ARGYLE,
UPON READING THE PREAMBLE TO THE PATENT CREATING HIM DUKE OF GREENWICH.
MINDLESS of Fate, in these low vile abodes,
This, Campbell, be thy pride, illustrious peer,
EPIGRAM ON MRS. TOFTS,
A HANDSOME WOMAN WITH A FINE VOICE, BUT VERY COVETOUS AND PROUD.
So bright is thy beauty, so charming thy song, As had drawn both the beasts and their Orpheus along;
But such is thy avarice, and such is thy pride, That the beasts must have starved, and the poet have died.
ON ONE WHO MADE LONG EPITAPHS 2.
FREIND, for your Epitaphs I'm grieved,
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.
1 This epigram, first printed anonymously in Steele's Collection, and copied in the Miscellanies of Swift and Pope, is ascribed to Pope by Sir John Hawkins, in his History of Music.-Mrs. Tofts, who was the daughter of a person in the family of Bishop Burnet, is celebrated as a singer little inferior, either for her voice or manner, to the best Italian women. She lived at the introduction of the opera into this kingdom, and sung in company with Nicolini; but, being ignorant of Italian, chanted her recitative in English, in answer to his Italian; yet the charms of their voices overcame the absurdity.
2 It is not generally known that the person here meant was Dr. Freind, head master of Westminster-school.
TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER,
ON HIS PAINTING FOR ME THE STATUES OF APOLLO, VENUS, AND HERCULES.
WHAT god, what genius did the pencil move
'Twas Friendship-warm as Phœbus, kind as
A FAREWELL TO LONDON.
DEAR, damnd distracting town, farewell!
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd
Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery
And Garth, the best good Christian he,
Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go;
Heaven gives thee, for thy loss of Rowe,
Why should I stay? Both parties rage;
And Homer (damn him!) calls.
And not one Muse of all he fed,
My friends, by turns, my friends confound,
Poor Y-r's sold for fifty pound, -ll is a jade.
Why make I friendships with the great,
Or follow girls seven hours in eight?
Still idle, with a busy air,
Most thinking rake alive.
Though fond of dear repose;
Whose soul, sincere and free,