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Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race,
Who first his judgment ask'd, and then a place:
Much they extoll'd his pictures, much his seat,
And flatter'd every dsiy, and some days eat; 340
Till grown more frugal in his riper days,
He paid some bards with port, and some with praise;
To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd,
And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Dryden alone (what wonder!) came not nigh; 245
Dryden alone escap'd thisjudging eye:
But still the great have kindness in reserve,
He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve.

May some choice patron bless each grey-goose quill! May every Bavius have his Bufo still! 250

So when a statesman wants a day's defence,
Or envy holds a whole week's war with sense,
Or simple pride for flattery makes demands,
May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands!
Bless'd be the great! for those they take away, 255
And those they left me—for they left me Gay:
Left me to see neglected genius bloom,
Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb:
Of all thy blameless life the sole return
My verse, and Queensberry weeping o'er thy urn!

O! let me live my own, and die so too! 261

(To live and die is all I have to do;)
Maintain a poet's dignity and ease,
And see what friends, and read what books, I please;
Above a patron, though I condescend 265

Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
I was not born for courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my prayers;
Can sleep without a poem in my head.
Nor know if Dennis be alive or dead. S70

Why am I ask'd what next shall see the light?
Heav'ns! was I bom for nothing but to write?
Has life no i'lys for me? or (to be grave)
Have I uo friend to serve, no soul to save t

"I found him close with Swift."—" Indeed! no doubt . 275

(Cries prating Balbus) something will come out."
'Tis all in vain, deny it as I will;
"No; such a genius never can lie still;"
And then for mine obligingly mistakes
The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo makes. 280

Poor guiltless I! and can I clmse but smile,
When every coxcomb knows me by my style?

Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe,
Give virtue scandal, innocence a tear, 285

Or from the soft-ey'd virgin steal a tear!
But he who hurts a harmless Yieiphbour's peace,
Insults fall'n worth, or beauty in distress,
Who loves a lie, lame s.ander helps about,
Who writes a libel, or who copies out; 290

That fop whose pride affects a patron's name,
Yet absent wounds an author's honest fame;
Who can your merit selfishly approve,
And shew the sense of it without the love;
Who has the vanity to call you friend, 295

Yet wants the honour, injur'd, to defend;
Who tells whate'er you think, whate'er you say,
And, if he lie not, must at least betray;
Who to the dean and silver bell can swear,
And sees at Canons what was never there; SOO

Who reads, but with a lust to misapply,
Makes satire a lampoon, and fiction lie;
A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such babbling blockheads in his stead.

Let Sporus tremble—A. What? that thing of silk,
Sporus! that mere white curd of asses' milk? 300
Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel!
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings; 310 Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys:

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So well-bred spaniels civilly delight
In mumbling of the game they dare not bite.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, 314

As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Whether in florid impotence he speaks,
And as the prompter breathes the puppet squeaks,
Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad,
Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, S20
In puns, or politics, or talcs, or lies,
Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies;
His wit all see-saw between that and this,
Now high, now low, now master- up, now miss,
And he himself one vile antithesis. 825

Amphibious thing! that acting either part,
The trifling head or the corrupted heart;
Fop at the toilette, flatterer at the board,
Now trips a lady, and now struts a lord.
Five's tempter thus, the Rabbins have exprest, 330
A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest;
Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust,
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

Not fortune's worshipper, nor fashion's fool,
Not lucre's madman, nor ambition's tool, 335

Not proud nor serytfe, be one's poet's praise,
That if he pleas'd he pleas'd by manly ways;
That flattery, ev'n to kings, he held a shame,
And thought a lie in verse or prose the same;
That not m fancy's maze he wander'd long, 349

But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song;
That not for fame, but virtue's better end,
He stood the furious foe, the timid friend,
The damning critic, half-approving wit,
The coxcomb hit, or fearing to be hit; 341!

Laugh'd at the loss of friends he never had,
The dull, the proud, the wicked, and the mad;
The distant threats of vengeance on his head,
The blow unfett, the tear he never shed;
The tale reviv'd, the lie so oft o'erthrown, 350

Th' imputed trash and dulness not his own;

The morals blacken'd when the writings 'scape,
The libcll'd person, and the picturM shape;
Abuse on all ho lov'd, or lov'd him, spread,
A friend in exile, or a father dead; S5B

The whisper that, to greatness still too near,
Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear—
Welcome for thee, fair Virtue! all the past;
For thee, fair Virtue! welcome ev'n the last!

A. But why insult the poor, affront the great? 360

P. A knave's a knave to me in every state;
Alike lny scorn if he succeed or fail,
Sporus at court, or Japhet in a jail;
A hireling scribbler, or a hireling peer,
Knight of the post corrupt, or of the shire; 365

If on a pillory, or near a throne,
He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own.

Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit,
Sappho can tell you how this man was bit:
This dreaded satirist Dennis will confess 370

Foe to his jiride, but friend to his distress:
So humble, he has knock'd at Tibbald's door,
Has drunk with Cibber; nay, has rhym'd for

Moore.
Full ten years slander'd, did he once reply?
Three thousand suns went down on Welsted's lie.
To please a mistress one aspers'd his life; 876

He lash'd him not, but let her be his wife:
Let Budgell charge low Grub-street on his quill,
And write whate'er he pleas'd, except his will;
Let the two Curlls of town and court abuse 380

His father, mother, body, soul, and Muse:
Yet why? that father held it for a rule,
It was a sin to call our neighbour fool;
That harmless mother thought no wife a whore;
Hear this, and spare his family, James Moore! 385
Unspotted names, and memorable long!
If there be force in virtue or in song. -

Of gentle blood (part shed in honour's cause,
While, yet in Britain honour had applause)

Each parent sprung—A. What fortune, pray?—

P. Their own; 390

And better got than Bestia's from the throne.
Born to no pride, inheriting no strife,
Nor marrying discord in a noble wife,
Stranger to civil and religious rage,
The good man walk'd innoxious through his age: 395
No courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Unlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art,
No language but the language of the heart.
By nature honest, by experience wise, 400

Healthy by temperance and by exercise;
His life, though long, to sickness past unknown;
His death was instant, and without a groan.
O giant me thus to live, and thus to die!
Who sprung from kings shall know less joy than I.
O friend! may each domestic bliss be thine! 406
Be no unpleasing melancholy mine:
Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age,
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, 418

Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death,
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep awhile one parent from the sky!
On cares like these, if length of days attend,
May Heav'n, to bless those days, preserve my friend,
Preserve him social,[cheerful, and serene, 416

And just"as rich as when he serv'd a queen.

A. Whether that blessing be denied or given, Thus far was right;—the rest belongs to Heaven,

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