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VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU,
Un jour, dit un auteur, &c. Once (says an author, where I need not say) Two trav’llers found an oyster in their way: Both fierce, both hungry, the dispute grew strong, While, scale in hand, Dame Justice pass’d along. Before her each with clamour pleads the laws, Explain’d the matter, and would win the cause. Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful right, Takes, opens, swallows it, before their sight. The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well, There take, (says Justice) take ye each a shell. We thrive at Westminster on fools like you: 'Twas a fat oyster---live in peace---Adieu.
Answer to the following question of Mrs. Howe. What is prud'ry ?
-Tis a beldam, Seen with wit and beauty seldom. 'Tis a fear that starts at shadows; 'Tis (no, 'tis n't) like Miss Meadows. 'Tis a virgin hard of feature, Old, and void of all good nature; Lean and fretful; would seem wise, Yet plays the fool before she dies. 'Tis an ugly envious shrew That rails at dear Lapell and you.
Occasioned by some Verses of bis Grace the Duke of
Buchingbam. Muse, 'tis enough, at length thy labour ends, And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends. Let crowds of critics now my verse assail, Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail; This more than pay's whole years of thankless pain, Time, health, and fortune, are not lost in vain. Sheffield approves, consenting Phoebus bends, And I and Malice from this hour are friends,
A Prologue by Mr. Pope, to a play for Mr. Dennis's benefii,
in 1733, wben be was old, blind, and in great distress,' a
little before bis death.
How chang'd from him who made the boxes groan,
Hen simple Macer, now of high renown,
So some coarse country-wench, almost decay'd,
Thought wond'rous honest, tho' of mean degree,
Gentle Cupid! o'er my heart; I a slave in thy dominions : Nature must give way to Art.
II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth!
Fair Discretion ! string the lyre;
15 Bright Apollo! lend thy choir,
V. Gloomy Pluto! king of terrors,
Arm'd in adamantine chains, Lead me to the crystal mirrors, Wat:ring soft Elysian plains.
VI. Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows; Morpheus hov'ring o'er my pillow, Hear me pay my dying vows.
Swiftly purling in a round,
Softly seeks her silent matė,
On a certain Lady at Court.
(Envy be silent and attend!) I know a reasonable Woman,
Handsome and witly, yét a friend.
Not grave thro' pride, nor gay thro' fully,
And sensible soft melancholy.