THE LOOKING-GLASS. ON MRS. PULTENEY. WITH Scornful mien, and various toss of air, Fantastic, vain, and insolently fair, Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain, She looks ambition, and she moves disdain. Be what she was, and charm mankind once more. A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1714. DEAR, damn'd, distracting town, farewell! This Thy fools no more I'll tease : year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Soft B-s and rough C - - -, adieu ! The lively H----k and you May knock up whores alone. To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd Let Jervase gratis paint, and Frowde Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery On every learned sot; 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; The wits in envious feuds engage; And Homer (damn him!) calls. The love of arts lies cold and dead In Hallifax's urn; And not one Muse of all he fed, Has yet the grace to mourn. My friends, by turns, my friends confound, Poor Yrs sold for fifty pounds, Why make I friendships with the great, Or follow girls seven hours in eight?- Still idle, with a busy air, Deep whimsies to contrive; The gayest valetudinaire, Most thinking rake alive. Solicitous for other ends, Tho' fond of dear repose; Careless or drowsy with my friends, Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell For sober, studious days! And Burlington's delicious meal, For sallads, tarts, and pease Adieu to all but Gay alone, ! Whose soul, sincere and free, Loves all mankind, but flatters none, And so may starve with me. These lines were added by MR. POPE after the present Conclusion of his Address to MISS MARTHA BLOUNT, on her leaving Town, &c. "As some fond Virgin," &c. In this strange town a different course we take, Refine ourselves to spirit, for your sake. For want of you, we spend our random wit on Or virtue's virtue scarce would last a day. Thus, Madam, most men talk, and some men do; The rest is told you in a line or two. Some strangely wonder you're not fond to marry- The following Lines were sung by DURASTANTI, when she took her leave of the English Stage. The Words were in Haste put together by MR. POPE, at the Request of the EARL of PETERBOROW. GENEROUS, gay, and gallant nation, All but Cupid's gentle darts! From your charms, oh who would run? Happy soil, adieu, adieu! Let old charmers yield to new. In arms, in arts, be still more shining; All your tastes be still refining; All your jars for ever ceasing: But let old charmers yield to new :- |