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LOVET. Cease your contention, which has been too long; I grow impatient, and the Tea's too strong. Attend, and yield to what I now decide; The Equipage shall grace SMILINDA's Side : The Snuff-Box to Cardelia I decree, Now leave complaining, and begin your
Verbatim from BOILEAU.
Un Jour dit un Auteur, etc.
NCE says an Author, (where I need not say)
Two Trav'lers found an Oyster in their way;
ANSWER to the following
Question of Mrs. Howe,
HAT IS PRUDERY?
'Tis a Beldam, Seen with Wit and Beauty feldom. 'Tis a fear that starts at shadows. 'Tis, (no, 'tisn't) like Miss Meadows. 'Tis a Virgin hard of Feature, Old, and void of all good-nature; Lean and fretful; would seem wise; Yet plays the fool before she dies. 'Tis an ugly envious Shrew, That rails at dear Lepell and You.
Occasioned by some Verses of
his Grace the Duke of Buck
USE, 'tis enough : at length thy labour
ends, And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends. Let Crowds of Critics now my verse aflail, Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail : This more than pays whole years of thankless pain, Time, health, and fortune are not loft in vain. Sheffield approves, consenting Phoebus bends; And I and Malice from this hour are friends.
By Mr. POPE, To a Play for Mr. Dennis's Benefit, in
1733, when he was old, blind, and in great Distress, a little before his Death.
A , a
S when that Hero, who in cach Campaign,
Had brav'd the Goth, and many a Vandal sain, Lay Fortune-struck, a spectacle of Woe! Wept by each Friend, forgiv'n by ev'ry Foe: Was there a gen'rous, a reflecting mind, 5 But pitied BELISARIUS old and blind? Was there a Chief but melted at the Sight? A common Soldier, who but clubb'd his Mite?
NOTES. Ver.6. But pitied Belisarius, etc.) Nothing was cver more happily imagined than this allution, or finelier conducted. And the continued pleasantry so delicately touchied, that it took nothing from the self satisfaction the Critic had in his merit, or the Audience in their charity. With so much mastery has the Poet executed, in this be. nevolent irony, that which he supposed Dennis himself, had he the wit to fee, would have the ingenuity to own :
This dreaded Sizt'riji, Dennis will confess,
Foe to his pride, but Friend to his Difirefs. Ver.7. Was there a Chief, etc.] The fune figure of the Commander in that capital Picture of Belisarius 20 Chiswick, fupplied the Poet with this beautiful idea. IE 4