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But if the first Eve
Hard doom did receive, When only one apple had she,
What a punishment bew
Shall be found out for you,
THE FOURTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK
OF HORACE'S EPISTLES".
A modern Imitation.
SAYtSt. John, who alone peruse
With candid eye, the mimic muse,
* This satire on Lord Bolingbroke, and the praise bestowed on him in a letter to Mr. Richardson, where Mr. Pope says,
The sons shall blush their fathers were his foes: being so contradictory, probably occasioned the former to be suppressed. S.
Ad Albium Tibullum. † Albi, nostrorum sermonum candide judex, Quid nunc te dicam-facere in regione Pedana ? Scribere, quod Cassi Parmensis opuscula vincat ? 1 The lines here quoted occur in the Essayon Man.
An tacitam silvas inter reptare salubres?
Where (emulous of Chartres' fame)
* To you (th'all-envy'd gift of heaven)
| Amidst thy various ebbs of fear,
In spite of fears, of inercy spite,
Di tibi formam Di tibi divitias dederant, artemque fruendi.
+ Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, Quam sapere, et fari posset quæ sentiat, et cui Gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde,
bon deficiente crumena? | Inter spem, curamque, timores inter et igas..
g Omvem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum. Me pinguem, et nitidum bene eurata cute vises, Cum ridere voles Epicuri de grege porcum.
EPIGRAM ON MRS. TOFTS,
copetous and proud*.'
So bright is thy beautý, so charining thy song,
your epitaphs I'm griev'd,
The other never read,
* 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 igporant of Italian, chanted her recitative in English, in answer to his Italian; yet the charms of their voices overcame the absurdity.
† It is not generally known that the person here meant was Dr. Robert Freind, head master of West minster-school.
TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER,
Venus, and Hercules.
When Kneller painted these? 'Twas friendship-Warm as Phæbus, kind as love,
And strong as Hercules.
DEAR, damn’d, distracting town, farewel!
Thy fools no more I'll tease : This year
peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots sleep at ease! Soft B*** and rough C*****, adieu !
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.
Farewel, 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 whimsies to contrive; The gayest valetudinaire,
Most thinking rake alive. Solicitous for others' ends,
Though fond of dear repose; Careless or drowsy with my friends,
And frolic with my foes.
For sober, studious days!
For sallads, tarts, and pease!
Whose soul sincere and free,
And so may starve with me.