But should some churchman, apeing wit severe, The poet's fure turn'd Baptift-fay, and fneer; Shame on that narrow mind fo often known, Which in one mode of faith, owns worth alone. Sneer on, rail, wrangle! nought this truth repelsVirtue is virtue, wherefoe'er the dwells;

And fure, where learning gives her light to shine,
Her's is all praife-if her's, 'tis Fofter, thine.
Thee boaft diffenters; we with pride may own
Our Tillotson; and Rome, her Fenelon*.

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OME feem to hint, and others proof will bring, That, from neglect, my numerous hardships fpring.

*In this Character of the Rev. James Fofter, truth guided the pen of the Mufe. Mr. Pope paid a tribute to the modeft worth of this excellent man: little did he imagine his Rev. Annotator would endeavour to convert his praise into abuse. The character and writings of Fofter will be admired and read, when the works of the bitter Controverfialist are forgotten.

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Seek

Seek the great man! they cry-'tis then decreed,
In him, if I court fortune, I fucceed.

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What friends to fecond? who for me fhould fue, 5 Have interests, partial to themselves, in view. They own my matchlefs fate compaffion draws; They all wish well, lament, but drop my cause. There are who afk no penfion, want no place, No title with, and would accept no grace. Can I entreat, they fhould for me obtain The leaft, who greatest for themselves difdain? A statesman, knowing this, unkind, will cry, Thofe love him: let thofe ferve him!-why should I? Say, fhall I turn where lucre points my views; 15 At first defert my friends, at length abuse? But, on lefs terms, in promife he complies: Years bury years, and hopes on hopes arise; I truft, am trusted on my fairy gain; And woes on woes attend, an endless train.

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Be pofts difpos'd at will!—I have, for these,
No gold to plead, no impudence to teaze.
All fecret fervice from my foul I hate ;

All dark intrigues of pleasure, or of state.

I have no power, election-votes to gain;
No will to hackney out polemic ftrain;
To fhape, as time fhall ferve, my verse, or profe,
To flatter thence, nor flur, a courtier's foes
Nor him to daub with praife, if I prevail;

Nor fhock'd by him with libels to affail.

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. Where these are not, what claim to me belongs? Though mine the Mufe and virtue, birth and wrongs.

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Where lives the ftatesman, fo in honour clear,
To give where he has nought to hope, nor fear?
No! there to feek, is but to find fresh pain:
The promise broke, renew'd, and broke again;
To be, as humour deigns, receiv'd, refus'd;
By turns affronted, and by turns amus'd;
To lose that time, which worthier thoughts require;
To lofe the health, which fhould thofe thoughts in-
fpire ;

To ftarve on hope; or, like camelions, fare
On ministerial faith, which means but air.
But ftill, undrooping, I the crew disdain,
Who, or by jobs, or libels, wealth obtain.
Ne'er let me be, through thofe, from want exempt; 45
In one man's favour, in the world's contempt:
Worse in my own!-through those, to posts who rise,
Themselves, in fecret, muft themselves defpife;
Vile, and more vile, till they, at length, disclaim
Not sense alone of glory, but of fhame.

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What though I hourly fee the fervile herd, For meannefs honour'd, and for guilt prefer'd; See felfith paffion, public virtue seem ; And public virtue an enthusiast dream; See favour'd falfehood, innocence belied, Meeknefs deprefs'd, and power-elated pride; A fcene will fhew, all-righteous vision haste ; The meek exalted, and the proud debas’d!— Oh, to be there! -to tread that friendly fhore, Where falfehood, pride, and statesmen are no more! 60

But ere indulg'd-ere fate my breath shall claim,
A poet ftill is anxious after fame.

What future fame would my ambition crave?
This were my wish-could ought my memory fave,
Say, when in death my forrows lie repos'd,
That my past life no venal view disclos'd;
Say, I well knew, while in a state obfcure,
Without the being base, the being poor;
Say, I had parts, too moderate to transcend :
Yet fenfe to mean, and virtue not t'offend;
My heart fupplying what my head denied,
Say that, by Pope efteem'd I liv'd and died
Whofe writings the best rules to write could give;
Whole life the nobler fcience how to live.

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DAMON AND DELIA.

EAR Damon, Delia hear, in candid lays,

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Truth without anger, without flattery, praise! A bookish mind, with pedantry unfraught, Oft a fedate, yet never gloomy thought: Prompt to rejoice, when others pleasure know, And prompt to feel the pang for others woe;

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To foften faults, to which a foe is prone,
And, in a friend's perfection, praise your own:
A will fincere, unknown to selfish views ;
A heart of love, of gallantry a Muse;
A delicate, yet not a jealous mind;
A paffion ever fond, yet never blind,

Glowing with amorous, yet with guiltless fires,
In ever-eager, never gross defires:

A modeft honour, facred to contain

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From tattling vanity, when fimiles you gain;
Conftant, most pleas'd when beauty moft you please:
Damon! your picture 's fhewn in tints like these.
Say, Delia, muft I chide you or commend?
Say, muft I be your flatterer or your friend?
To praife no graces in a rival fair,
Nor your own foibles in a fifter spare;
Each lover's billet, bantering, to reveal,
And never known one fecret to conceal ;
Young, fickle, fair, a levity inborn,

To treat all fighing flaves with flippant scorn;
An eye, expreffive of a wandering mind :
Nor this to read, nor that to think inclin'd;
Or when a book, or thought, from whim retards,
Intent on fongs or novels, dress or cards;
Choice to felect the party of delight,

To kill time, thought, and fame, in frolic flight;

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To flutter here, to flurry there on wing;

To talk, to teaze, to fimper, or to fing;

To prude it, to coquet it-him to trust,

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Whose vain, loofe life, fhould caution or disgust;