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ON RECEIVING FROM THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LADY FRANCES SHIRLEY
A STANDISH AND TWO PENS.
· Yes, I beheld th’ Athenian queen
Descend in all her sober charms;
Secure the radiant weapons wield ;
Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell,
• What well? what weapon? (Flavia cries)
These lines were occasioned by the poet's being threatened with a prosecution in the House of Lords, for writing the two foregoing Dialogues.
? A toy-shop at Bath.
* But, friend, take heed whom you attack;
• You'd write as smooth again on glass,
• Athenian queen! and sober charms !
• Come, if you'll be a quiet soul,
Celia, we know, is sixty-five,
Yet Celia's face is seventeen;
While summer in her face is seen.
How cruel Celia's fate! who hence
Our heart's devotion cannot try;
Too ancient for our gallantry:
1740. A POEM.
O WRp.tched B...,? jealous now of all,
Through clouds of passion P.•'s 4 views are clear; 1 "I shall here,” says Dr. Warton, " present the reader with a valuable literary curiosity, a Fragment of an unpublished Satire of Pope, entitled, One Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty ; communicated to me by the kindness of the learned and worthy Dr. Wilson, formerly fellow and librarian of Trinity College, Dublin ; who speaks of the Fragment in the following terms :
“ This poem I transcribed from a rough draft in Pope's own hand. He left many blanks for fear of the Argus eye of those who, if they cannot find, can fabricate treason; yet, spite of his precaution, it fell into the hands of his enemies. To the hieroglyphics there are direct allusions, I think, in some of the notes on the Dunciad. It was lent me by a grandson of Lord Chetwynd, an intimate friend of the famous Lord Bolingbroke, who gratified his curiosity by a boxful of the rubbish and sweepings of Pope's study, whose executor he was, in conjunction with Lord Marchmont.” But see Memoir prefixed to these volumes, p. cxiv.
2 Britain. 3 Cobham. 4 Pulteney's.
He foams a patriot to subside a peer ;
Grave, righteous S. • 1 jogs on till, past belief, He finds himself companion with a thief.
To purge and let thee blood with fire and sword, Is all the help stern S..? would afford.
That those who bind and rob thee would not kill, Good C..3 hopes, and candidly sits still.
Of Ch.'s W. 4 who speaks at all, No more than of Sir Har y or Sir P..,5 Whose names once up, they thought it was not
wrong To lie in bed, but sure they lay too long.
G••r, C••m, B••t,6 pay thee due regards, Unless the ladies bid them mind their cards.
with wit that must And C...d7 who speaks so well and writes, Whom (saving W.) every S. harper bites,
must needs Whose wit and ........ equally provoke one, Finds thee, at best, the butt to crack his joke on.
As for the rest, each winter up they run, And all are clear, and something must be done.
Then urged by C••t,1 or by C••t stopp'd,
Rise, rise, great W..,3 fated to appear,
What can thy H..4..............
Though still he travels on no bad pretence, To show .......
Or those foul copies of thy face and tongue, Veracious W...5 and frontless Young ;6 . 1 Lord Carteret.
William Pulteney, created in 1742 Earl of Bath. 3 Walpole.
+ Either Sir Robert's brother Horace, who had just quitted his embassy at the Hague, or his son Horace, who was then on his travels. 5 W. Winnington.
6 Sir William Young.