EPIGRAM ON THE TOASTS OF THE KIT-CAT CLUB, ANNO 1716. WHENCE deathless 'Kit-cat' took its name, Few critics can unriddle: Some say from 'Pastrycook' it came, From no trim beaux its name it boasts, TO A LADY, WITH THE TEMPLE OF FAME. WHAT'S fame with men, by custom of the nation, Is call'd, in women, only reputation : About them both why keep we such a pother? Part you with one, and I'll renounce the other. ON THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON PALLAS grew vapourish once and odd ; Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing. Jove frown'd, and "Use (he cried) those eyes This vexing him who gave her birth, Pallas, you give yourself strange airs; Alas! one bad example shown, How quickly all the sex pursue ! See, madam, see the arts o'erthrown Between John Overton and you! ON DRAWINGS OF THE STATUES OF APOLLO, VENUS, AND HERCULES, MADE FOR POPE BY SIR GODFREY KNELLER. WHAT god, what genius did the pencil move, 'Twas friendship, warm as Phoebus, kind as Love, And strong as Hercules. ARGUS. WHEN wise Ulysses, from his native coast To all his friends, and even his Queen unknown: The faithful dog alone his rightful master knew! PRAYER OF BRUTUS. FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. GODDESS of woods, tremendous in the chase, On thy third reign look down; disclose our fate, AN INSCRIPTION UPON A PUNCHBOWL, IN THE SOUTH SEA YEAR, FOR A CLUB, CHASED WITH JUPITER PLACING CALLISTO IN THE SKIES, AND EUROPA WITH THE BULL.' COME, fill the South Sea goblet full; And Jove with joy puts off the Bear. LINES ON A GROTTO, AT CRUX-EASTON, HANTS. HERE shunning idleness at once and praise, 1 Now first printed, from the handwriting of Dr. Birch on a fly leaf of the first vol. of Warburton's Pope's Works, formerly belonging to Cracherode, in the British Museum. "This Epigram of Mr. Pope was communicated by the Revd. Dr. Warburton to Tho. Birch." 2 The Misses Lisle. The glittering emblem of each spotless dame, And such a polish as disgraces art; But fate dispos'd them in this humble sort, ON BENTLEY'S MILTON. DID Milton's prose, O Charles, thy death defend? While he but sought his author's fame to further, LINES. ALL hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade, Scene of my youthful loves, and happier hours! Where the kind Muses met me as I stray'd, And gently press'd my hand, and said, Be ours. Take all thou e'er shalt have, a constant Muse: At court thou mayst be lik'd, but nothing gain; Stocks thou mayst buy and sell, but always lose; And love the brightest eyes, but love in vain. |