Have they capacious Minds to poize the Weight Probus. Wisdom is out of Place, The Mafter Villain, he who bears the Purfe, In glittering Mitres, or in little Crowns: Tho' fome there are that would conceal their Shame Fulvius. Change for the better, or not change at all. Probas Probus Come Cardinal, Daughter of † Parma come, And fet your Feet on our fubjected Necks, Rather than have this No-body in Fact Thus lord it o'er our Liberties and us. I urge not, Sir, in Wantonnefs; my Heart Speaks in my Tongue; I own I hate the Man, Or in, or out of Place, whoe'er confents, And to his utmoft Cunning, and no Cunning, Buys Power at home, to give away abroad; Digs and prepares a Pit to fink us in, And makes us all fubfcribe to our Undoing; Who by strange Lots gives Mifery to Chance, Making it seem to the miftaken Crowd A May-Play, a Diverfion, tho' their Bane: Nay more, who forges empty Names of Office, Where Office there is none, except to take The unearn'd Salary, and vouch for him. Whofe Heart is open to receive this Man? Whofe, but the Caterpillars which he feeds With Grain from all our Garners? Still I hope Fulvius. That Zeal transports you; fhould thefe Things be Who could enough lament a fallen State? Probus. Was it for this our great Fore-fathers ftrove [fo Compaffion's Cardinal Fleury. † Queen of Spain. Lotteries. Compaffion's felf look'd on, and faw, and smil'd; & Crowns were fufpended, and the Throne kept vacant? [grace, Your own and Country's Cause, the Time is now; Arm for the prefent, let new Councils lay A fure Foundation for your future Glory. Fulvius. In fuch a Crifis Council's needed much. Probus. As well as Councils, we want Counsellors : In Courts, and Camps, and Councils, feafon'd well; 1 I heard this Northern Wonder, from his Tongue Duke of Argyle. Dropp'd Dropp'd Words that might create a Patriot Soul Sparkling with Freedom, and his Country's Love; Yet I don't defpair, Fulvius! Nor think our State fo defp'rate as you speak It stands confefs'd our Soil is not in Faults A Prophet's Voice Probus Be your's; and our Redemption near at Hand! This Dialogue, in a publick Office of the King's, a Gentleman publickly protefted that it was Mr.. Pope's who though (he faid) he had disguised himfelf in Blank Verte, there was fome Phrafes and Paffages, that very plainly declar'd it to be bis: On this a Gentleman then prefent took the Paper to Mr. Pope, then much indifpos'd, and told him what he had heard; when Mr. Pope affur'd him, that he had never feen nor heard the Lines 'till that Hour, howt ever, that he should be glad to know who the Author was, which the Gentleman who brought them took upon himself to find; accordingly, after a little Enquiry, Enquiry, he met with one at the Temple-Exchange Coffee-houfe, who had privately feen the Verfes in Manufcript, being acquainted with the Author; by which Means, after proper Explanation of his Intention and good Meaning, thefe Gentlemen had an Interview with the Author, and prevailed on him to reprint the Dialogue on a Sheet of fine Paper, fitted for a Frame and Glass, and from one of these Frames the foregoing Copy was taken, by Direction of a Perfon of Honour, our Obedience to whom we value ourselves much upon. But a great many Things were father'd on him by Bookfellers and others his Enemies, which were wholly unworthy his, or any other Pen; burlesquing every Thing moral and facred, monftroufly obfcene and profligate, and without the leaft Relifh of either Wit, Learning, or Tafte: Of thefe is the first Pfalm traveftied, and many others, for which we make no Room, for as our witty Poet Mr. Abraham Cowley pronounces; Much lefs muft that have any Place, At which a Virgin hides her Face: Such Drofs the Fire fhould purge away; 'tis juft The Author blufh there, where the Reader must. This made Mr. Pope fo angry, when his Letters were publifh'd without his Confent or Knowledge, and fo defirous to call into his own Hands any that might remain in those of his Friends; which had he done, we make no Doubt, but the Fire had purg'd away that Drois, which is now (tho' very thinly) mix'd with the bright Metal. Certainly it is very hard, that an Author fhall not have the Liberty to prefent to the Publick only fuch of his Writings as he thinks proper, but fhall have forcibly dragg'd into the Light all the little Privacies acted in Youth, and Q2 only |