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And sages agree
The laws should decree
Resume the old claim,
And let men receive,
From a second bright Eve,
Hard doom did receive,
What a punishment new
Shall be found out for you,
The Fourth EPIstle of the First Book of
A MODERN IMITATION.
SAYT, St. John, who alone perufe
With candid eye, the mimic Muse, What schemes of politics, or laws, In Gallic lands the patriot draws ! Is then a greater work in hand, Than all the tomes of Haines's band? “ Or shoots he folly as it flies ? “ Or catches manners 'as they rise?" Or, urg'd by unquench'd native heat, | Does St. John Greenwich sports repeat ? Where (emulous of Chartres' fame) Ev’n Chart'es' self is scarce a name.
* 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, noftrorum fermonum candide judex, Quid nunc te dicam facere in regione Pedana ? Scribere, quod Casli Parmenlis opuscula vincat ? | An tacitam filvas inter reptare falubres ?
* To you (th' all-envy'd gift of Heaven)
+ What could a tender mother's care
I 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 That every hour you
life renew Is to your injur'd country due.
In spight of fears, of mercy spight, My genius still must rail, and write.
Di tibi formam, Di tibi divitias dederant, artemque fruendi.
+ Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, Quam fapere, & fari posset quæ fentiat
, & cui
non deficiente crumena?
|| Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum.
Haste to thy Twickenham's safe retreat,
An Essay on Satire, occafioned by the death
of Mr. Pope; in Three Parts,