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• Athenian queen! and sober charms !
I tell ye, fool! there's nothing in't: "Tis Venus, Venus gives these arms ;
In Dryden's Virgil see the print. « Come, if you'll be a quiet soul,
That dares tell neither truth nor lies, I'll list you in the harmless roll
Of those that sing of these poor eyes.'
TO LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE".
In beauty or wit,
No mortal as yet
But men of discerning
Have thought that, in learning, To yield to a lady was hard.
With musty dull rules, Have reading to females denied :
So papists refuse
The Bible to use,
1 Tbis panegyric on Lady Mary Wortley Montague might have been suppressed by Mr. Pope, on account of her having satirized bim in her Verses to the Imitator of Horace; which abuse he returned in the first Satire of the second book of Horace:
From furious Sappho, scarce a milder fate,
'Twas a woman at first,
(Indeed she was cursed) In knowledge that tasted delight,
And sages agree
The laws should decree
Then bravely, fair dame,
Resume the old claim,
And let men receive,
From a second bright Eve,
But if the first Eve
Hard doom did receive, When only one apple had she,
What a punishment now
Shall be found out for you,
TO THE AUTHOR
OF A PANEGYRIC ON MRS. GRACE BUTLER,
WHO DIED, AGED 86.
[The Spirit of Mrs. Butler is supposed to speak.] STRIPP'D to the naked soul, escaped from clay, From doubts unfetter’d, and dissolved in day; Unarm’d by vanity; unreach'd by strife; And all my hopes and fears thrown off by life; Why am I charm’d by friendship’s fond essays, And, though unbodied, conscious of thy praise? Has pride a portion in the parted soul ? Does passion still the formless mind control ?
Can gratitude outpant the silent breath?
WORK OF NINE YOUNG LADIES.
As to be minister of state,
That Craggs will be ashamed of Pope. CRAGGs. Alas! If I am such a creature,
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 ardóur fired,
I press the bed where Wilmot lay;
Begets no numbers grave or gay.
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
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 VOJCE, 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
Where still so much is said; · One half will never be believed,
The other never read. i 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 sang 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.