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TO MRS. M. B. ON HER BIRTH-DAT.
Oil, be thou bless'd with nil that Heaven can mud,
I/ong health, long youth, long pleasure, and a frit lid
Nut with those toys the female world lei nine,
Richea that ves, and vanities that tire.
With added years, if life bring nothing new
But like a sieve let every blessing through,
Some joy still lost, as each vain year runs o'er,
And all we gain, some sad reflection more;
•s that a.birth day? 'tis, alas! too clear,
'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

I.et joy or ease, let affluence or content,
And the gay conscience of a life well spent,
Calm every thought, inspirit every grace
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
Lai day improve on day, and year on year,
Without a pain, a trouble, or a fear;
Till death iinfelt that tender frame destroy,
In some soft dream, or cestacy of joy.
Peaceful sleep out the sabbath of the tomb.
And wake to raptures in a life to come.

TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERN,
On hit Birlh-dag, I742.
Rksign'd to live, prepared to die,
With not one sin but poetry,
This day Tom's fair arcourl has run
(Without a blot) to eighty-one.
Kind Boyle, before his poet, lays
A table, with a cloth of bays;
And Ireland, mother of sweet singers
Presents her harp still to his Angers.
. The feast, his towering genius marks
In yonder wild-goose and the larks!
The mushrooms show his wit was sudden I
And for his judgment, lo! a puddeni

Roast beef, though old, proclaims him stout,
And grace, although a hard, devout.
Slay Tom, whom heaven sent down to FBJM
The price of prologues and of piny3,
Be every birth-day more a winner.
Digest his thirty thousandth dinner;
Walk to his grave without reproach,
And scorn a rascal and a coach.

TO LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE •

In beauty or wit,

No mortal as yet,
To question your empire has dared i

But men of discerning

Have thought that in learning,
To yield to a lady was hard.

Impertinent schools,

With musty dull rules,
Have reading to females denied:

So papists refuse

The Bible to use,
Lest flocks should be wise as their guide,

*Twas a woman at first

(Indeed she was cursed)
In knowledge that tasted delight,

And sages agree

That laws should decree
To the first of possessors the right.

•This panegyric on Lady Mary Wnrtley Montague might have linen suppress! hy Mr. Pope, on account if »-r having rctiiriztfl In tit rn tar verses to the imifnrot uj Horace: winch abuse lie returned in lite first satire o* Tik second bonk of Horace.

From furious Sappho, scarce a milder fate,
P—d by her love, or libell' d hy her hate.

Then bravely, fair dame,

Resume the old claim,
Which to your whole sex does belong;

And let men receive,

From a serond bright Eve,
The knowledge of right and of wrong.

But if the first Eve,

Hard doom did receive,
When only one apple had she,

What a punishment new

Shall be found out for you,
Who tasting, have robb'd the whole tree!

EPISTLE IV, OF BOOK I, OF HORACE'S
EPISTLES*
A modem Imitation.
Sat,+ St. Joha, who alone peruse
With candid eye, the mimic muse,
What schemes of polities, or laws,
In Gallic lands the patriot draws!
Is then a greater work in hand,
Than all the tomes of Haines's band J
i Or shoots he folly as it flies?
Or catches manners as they rise ?'T
Or, urged by unquench'd native heat,
$Does St. Joha Greenwich sports repeat?

* This satire on Lord Bolingbroke, and the praise he* stowed on hint in a letter to Mr. Richardson, where Mr. Pope says,

The sons shall hlush their fathers were his foes: being so contradictory, prohably occasioned the formal to be suppressed. S. T Ad Alhium Tibullum.

Athi, nostronim sermomim, candide judel, Quid nunc te rficam facere in regione Pedana? 'fcribere, quod Cassi Parmensis opuscula vincat. J The lines here quoted occur in the Essay on Man. S An taciturn silvas inter reptare salubres?

vVhere (emulous of Chartres' fame)
E'en Chartres* self is scarce a name.

* To you (the all-envied gift of heaven)
The indulgent gods, unask'd, have given
A form complete in every part,
And, to enjoy that gift, the art.
1 What could a lender mother's care
Wish better to her favourite heir,
Than wit, and fame, and lucky hours,
A slock of health, and golden showers.
And graceful fluency of speech,
Precepts before unknown to teach?
* Amidst thy various ebbs of fear,
And gleaming hope, and black despair;
Yet let thy friend this truth impart;
A truth I tell with bleeding heart
(In justice for your labours past,)
$That every day shall be your last.
That every hour you life renew
Is to your injured country due

In spite of tears, of mercy spite, My genius still must rail, and write. Haste to thy Twickenham's safe rctiv. And mingle with the grumbling great: There, half devour'd by spleen, you 'II find The rhyming bubbler of mankind; There (objects of our mutual hate) Wo *U ridicule bath church and state.

» Di tibj formam

Di tibi divitias dedemnt, artemque fruemii.

1 Quid voveat dutci nutrictila ma.jus altimno, Qui sapere, i't Otri possit qua? wtiliat, el cui Gratia, faiua, vaieludo contingal aliunde, non rictioetite crumena?

l Inter spent curamque, liiunrns inter el iras. OnintMn crerie diem tibi riiluxi^fie siiprrmit Me piuguem et nitidtim bene curatu cute * Cum ridere votes Epicuri do grege porcum. \ Ot.. IL 9

EPIGRAM ON MRS. TOFTS,
A handsome Woman with a fine Voice, but very
covetous and proud*
Bo 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.

EPIGRAM,
On one who made lung Epitaphs.f
Friend, for your epitaphs Pm grieved;

Where still so much is said,
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.

TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER,
On his painting for me the Statues of A polio,
Venn*, and Hercules.
What £od, what genius, did the pencil move

When Kneller painted these?
'Twas Friendship—warm as Phoebus, kind as Lore,
And strong as Hercules.

* Tins epigram, first printed anonymously in Steel*-** Collection, anil copied in the Miscellanies of Hwifl and rope, it ascribed to Pope by sir John Hawkins, in hit History of Music—Mrs Tofts, who was the daughter of a person in the family of Bishop Runlet, is celebrated as u singer little inferior, either for her voice or manner to Die nest Italian women. She lived at the introduction of the opera into this kingdom, and snug in com pa ny with N'icolim; but. heme ignorant of Italian, chant ed her recitative tn English, in answer to his Italian yet tlie charms of their voices overcame the absurdity.

t It i* not generally known that the person hers meant was Dr. Robert Friend, head master of West minster school

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