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TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER,
VENUS, AND HERcules.
When Kneller painted these? "Twas Friendship--warm as Phæbus, kind as And strong as Hercules.
A FAREWELL TO LONDON.
Thy fools do more I'll tease:
Ye harlots, sleep at ease)
Earl Warwick, make your moan,
May knock up whores alone:
Till the third watchman toll;
Save three-pence and his soul.
On every learned sot,
Although he knows it not.
Farewell, unhappy Tonson !
Lean Philips, and fat Johnson."
Why should I stay? Both parties rage;
My vixen mistress squalls;
And Homer (damn him !) calls.
In Halifax's urn;
Has yet the grace to mourn.
Betray, and are betray’d:
And B- ll is a jade.
When I no favour seek?
I need but once a week.
Deep whimseys to contrive; The gayest valetudinaire,
Most thinking rake alive. Solicitous for other ends,
Though fond of dear repose; Careless or drowsy with my friends,
And frolic with my foes.
For sober, studious days!
For salads, tarts, and pease!
Whose soul, sincere and free, Loves all mankind, but flatters none,
And so may starve with me.
ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG, WHICH I GAVE
TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS.
I AM bis Highness' dog at Kew;
ON AN OLD GATE
ERECTED IN CHISWICK GARDENS.
O GATE, how camest thou here?
Batter'd with wind and weather.
Sir Hans Sloane,
Let me alone:
A FRAGMENT...VERSES TO MR. C. 247
A FRAGMENT. Ah, friend ! 'tis true--this truth you lovers knowIn vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes, Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens : Joy lives not here,-to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the chequer'd shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, But soft recesses for uneasy minds, To sigh unheard in, to the passing winds ! So the struck deer, in some sequester'd part, Lies down to die, the arrow at his heart, He, stretch'd unseen in coverts hid from day, Bleeds drop by drop, and pants his life away.
VERSES TO MR. C.
LONDON, OCTOBER 22.
Bethel, I'm told, will soon be here:
And evening friends, will end the year. If, in this interval, between
The falling leaf and coming frost, You please to see, on Twit'nam green,
Your friend, your poet, and your host; For three whole days you here may rest,
From office, business, news, and strife; And (what most folks would think a jest)
Want nothing else, except your wife.
His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani
ON CHARLES EARL OF DORSET,
IN THE CHURCH OF WITHYAM, Sussex. DORSET, the grace of courts, the Muses' pride, Patron of arts, and judge of Nature, died ! The scourge of pride, though sanctified or great, Of fops in learning, and of knaves in state: Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Bless'd satirist! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd vice had his hate and pity too. [please, Bless'd courtier! who could king and country Yet sacred keep his friendships and his ease. Bless'd peer! his great forefathers' every grace Reflecting, and reflected in his race; Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets, shine, And patriots still, or poets, deck the line.
ON SIR WILLIAM TRUMBAL, ONE OF THE PRINCIPAL SECRETARIES OF STATE TO
KING WILLIAM JII. Who, having resigned his Place, died in his Retirement at
Easthamsted, Berkshire, 1716. A PLEASING form, a firm, yet cautious, mind; Sincere, though prudent; constant, yet resign'd: Honour unchanged, a principle profess’d, . Fix'd to one side, but moderate to the rest :