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Nor view an Equal's hope with jealous eyes ;
This may they learn, who close thy life attend ; Which, dear in memory, still instructs thy friend. Though cruel distance bars my grosser eye, 65 My soul, clear-lighted; draws thy virtue nigh; Through her deep woe that quickening comfort gleams, And lights up Fortitude with Friendship’s beams.
VICE-PRINCIPAL of St MARY-HALL, OXFORD, Being presented by the Honourable Mrs. KNICHT,
to the Living of GOSFIELD in Essex. WHILE by mean arts and meaner patrons rife
Priests, whom the learned and the good despise; This sees fair Knight, in whole transcendent mind, Are willom, purity, and truth enshrin'd.
A modest merit now she plans to lift,
She fought the man of honest, candid breast,
15 She sought, the found, and, Hart! the prize was thine.
Her darling paffions, scandal and quadrille;
5 'Tis cold respect, or 'tis unjust rebuke; Worse when good-natur’d, than when most severe ; The jest impure then pains the modest ear. How just the sceptic ! the divine how odd ! What turns of wit play smartly on her God!
The fates, my nearest kindred, foes decree : Fulvia, when piqu'd at them, Atrait pities me. She, like Benevolence, a smile bestows, Favours to me indulge her spleen to those. The banquet serv’d, with peeresses I sit:
15 She tells my story, and repeats my wit. With mouth distorted, through a sounding nose It comes, now homeliness more homely grows. With see saw sounds and nonsense not my own, She skrews her features, and Me cracks her tone. How fine your Bastard! why so soft a strain ? What such a Mother? satirize again!
Oft I object-but fix'd is Fulvia's will Ah! though unkind, she is my mother still!
The verse now flows, the manuscript she claims. 25 'Tis fam'd–The fame, each curious fair enflames : The wild-fire runs; from copy, copy grows : The Brets, alarm’d, a separate peace propose. 'Tis ratified-How alter'd Fulvia's look! My wit 's degraded, and my cause forfook. 30 Thus she : What 's poetry but to amuse? Might I advise-there are more folid views. With a cool air: the adds: This tale is. old : Were it my case, it should no more be told. Complaints-had I been worthy to advise
35 You know-But when are wits, like women, wise ? True it may take; but, think whate’er you list, All love the fatire, none the satirift.
I start, I stare, Itand fix'd, then pause awhile; Then hesitate, then ponder well, then smile. 40
Madam--a pension loft-and where's amends ?
Let Fulvia's friendship whirl with every whim!
Cold is that breast, which gave the world delire
Could modeft knowledge, fair untrifling youth, Persuasive reason and endearing truth,
Coald honour, Mewn in friendships most refin'd,
Occafioned by the DEPARTURE of the Prince and
Princess of ORANGE.
(Written in the Year 1734.) M
ILD rose the morn! the face of nature bright
Wore one extenfive smile cf calm and light;