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Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, 5
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,
Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping,
Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth! 10
Him the boar, in silence creeping,
Gor'd with unrelenting tooth. i
Cynthia! tune harmonious numbers;
Fair Discretion! string the lyre!
Sooth my ever-waking slumbers; IS
Bright Apollo! lend thy choir.
Gloomy Pluto! king of terrors,
Arm'd in adamantine chains,
Lead me to the chrystal mirrors,
Watering soft Elysian plains. 20
Mournful cypress, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows,
Morpheus hovering o'er my pillow,
Hear me pay my dying vows. •
Melancholy smooth Mseander 25
Swiftly purling in a round,
On thy margin lovers wander, /
With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd.
Thus when Philomela drooping,
Softly seeks her silent mate, SO
See the bird of Juno stooping;
Melody resigns to Fate.
When simple Macer, now of high renown,
Some ends of verse his betters might afford, "i
And gave the harmless fellow a good word.
Like stunted hide-bound trees, that just have got
So some coarse country-wench, almost decay'd, 15
In a translated suit then tries the town,
A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT.
I Know the thing that's most uncommon;
Not warp'd by passion, aw'd by rumour, i
Not grave through pride, nor gay through folly,
"Has she not faults then (Envy says), sir i"'
When all the world conspires to praise her,
VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU.
Un jour, dit un auteur, &c. Once (says an author, where I need not say) Two travellers found an oyster in their way: Both fierce, both hungry, the dispute grew strong, While, scale in hand, dame Justice pass'd along. Before her each with clamour pleads the laws, £ Explain'd the matter, and would win the cause. Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful right, Takes, opens, swallows it before their sight. The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well, There take (says Justice), take ye each a shell. We thrive at Westminster on fools like you: 'Twas a fat oyster—live in peace—Adieu."
TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION OF MRS. HOWE.
"what is prudery?
'Tis a beldam,
Seen with wit and beauty seldom.
Tis a fear that starts at shadows;
Tis (no, 'tis n'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, 1°
That rails at dear Lepell and you.
OF HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
Muse, 'tis enough, at length thy labour ends,
Let crowds of critics now my verse assail,
ON HIS GROTTO AT TWICKENHAM,
COMPOSED OP MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES,
I uou who shalt stop where Thames' translucent
Shines a broad mirror through the shady cave;
And latent metals innocently glow;
A LETTER TO THE PUBLISHER;
THE FIRST CORRECT EDITION
THE DUNCIAD. It is with pleasure I hear that you have procured a correct copy of the Dunciad, which the many surreptitious ones have rendered so necessary; and it is yet with more, that I am informed it will be attended -with a Commentary; a work so requisite, that I cannot think the author himself would have omitted it, had he approved of the first appearance of this poem. 'Such Notes as have occurred to me I herewith send vou - you will oblige me by inserting them amongst those which are, or will be, transmitted to you by others; since not only the author's friends, but even strangers, appear engaged by humanity, to take some care of an orphan of so much gemus and spirit, which its parent seems to have abandoned from the very beginning, and suffered to step into the world naked, unguarded, and unattended.
It was upon reading some of the abusive papers lately published, that my great regard to a person whose friendship. I esteem as one of the chief honour* of my life, and a much greater respect to truth than to him or any man living, engaged me in enquiries of which the enclosed Notes are the fruit.
I perceived that most of these authors had been (doubtless very wisely) the first aggressors. They had tried till they were weary, what was to be got by railing at each other: no body was either concerned or surprised if this or that scribbler was proved a dunce, but ev«ry one was curious to read what could