From Delia's rage, and Fortune's frown,
A wretched love-fick maid deliver!
Oh! tip me but another crown,

Dear Sir, and make me yours for ever.

DOCTORS

WHEN

DIFFE R.

HEN Willis* of Ephraim heard Rochester + preach,

Thus Bentley faid to him, I pr'ythee, dear brother, How lik'ft thou this Sermon? 'tis out of my reach. His is one way, faid Willis, and our's is another. I care not for carping; but, this I can tell, We preach very fadly, if he preaches well.

E P I G

RA

M‡.

MEEK
TEEK Francis lies here, friend: without stop or stay,
As you value your peace, make the best of your way.
Though at prefent arrested by Death's caitiff paw,
If he ftirs, he may ftill have recourse to the law.
And in the King's-bench fhould a verdict be found,
That by livery and feifin his grave is his ground,
He will claim to himself what is ftrictly his due,
And an action of trefpafs will straightway enfue,
That you without right on his premiffes tread,
On a fimple furmife that the owner is dead.

* Bishop of Gloucester,

+ Bp. Atterbury.

See Atterbury's Letters, in Pope's Works, ed. 1751.

On

On Bishop ATTERBURY's burying the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, 1720.

"I HAVE no hopes," the Duke he fays, and dies; "In fure and certain hopes," the Prelate cries: Of these two learned Peers, I pr'ythee, fay, man, Who is the lying Knave, the Prieft or Layman? The Duke he ftands an Infidel confeft,

He's our dear Brother," quoth the lordly Priest. The Duke though Knave, ftill "Brother dear," he

cries;

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And who can fay, the Reverend Prelate lies?

UPON

HONOUR.

A FRAGME N T.

HONOUR, I fay, or honeft fame,

I mean the fubftance, not the name;
(Not that light heap of taudry wares,
Of ermine, coronets, and stars,
Which often is by merit fought,
By gold and flattery oftener bought;
The fhade, for which Ambition looks
In Selden's * or in Afhmole's + books:)
But the true glory, which proceeds,
Reflected bright, from honeft deeds,
Which we in our own breast perceive,
And Kings can neither take nor givé.

Titles of Honor.

+ Order of the Garter.

ENIGMA.

BY

Y birth I'm a flave, yet can give you a crown, I difpofe of all honours, myself having none; I'm oblig'd by juft maxims to govern my life, Yet I hang my own mafter, and lie with his wife. When men are a-gaming, I cunningly sneak, And their cudgels and fhovels away from them take. Fair maidens and ladies I by the hand get, And pick off their diamonds, though ne'er fo well fet. For when I have comrades we rob in whole bands, Then presently take off your lands from your hands. But, this fury once over, I've fuch winning arts, That you love me much more than you do your own hearts.

ANOTHER.
O TH

ORM'D half beneath, and half above the earth,

Fo

We fifters owe to art our fecond birth: The Smith's and Carpenter's adopted daughters, Made on the land, to travel on the waters. Swifter they move, as they are straiter bound, Yet neither tread the air, or wave, or ground: They serve the poor for use, the rich for whim, Sink when it rains, and when it freezes fwim.

THE OLD GENTRY.

THAT all from Adam first began,

None but ungodly Woolfton doubts;

And that his fon, and his fon's fon,

Were all but ploughmen, clowns, and louts.

VOL. II.

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Each,

Each, when his ruftic pains began,
To merit pleaded equal right;
"Twas only who left off at noon,
Or who went on to work till night.
But coronets we owe to crowns,

And favour to a court's affection;
By Nature we are Adam's fons,

And fons of Anftis

by election.

Kingfale! eight hundred years have roll'd,
Since thy forefathers held the plow;
When this in story shall be told,

Add, that my kindred do fo now.

The man who by his labour gets
His bread, in independent state,
Who never begs, and feldom eats,
Himself can fix or change his fate.

THE INSATIABLE PRIEST.

LUKE Preach-ill admires what we Laymen can mean,
That thus by our profit and pleasure are sway'd,

He has but three livings, and would be a Dean;
His Wife dy'd this year, he has marry'd his Maid.
To fupprefs all his carnal defires in their birth,
At all hours a lufty young huffy is near :

And, to take off his thoughts from the things of this earth,

He can be content with two thousand a year.

* Garter King at Arms.

A FRENCH

A FRENCH SONG IMITATED.

WHY

HY thus from the plain does my fhepherdess rove, Forfaking her fwain, and neglecting his love? You have heard all my grief, you see how I die, Oh! give fome relief to the fwain whom you fly.

How can you complain, or what am I to say, Since my dog lies unfed, and my sheep run astray? Need I tell what I mean, that I languish alone! When I leave all the plain, you may guess 'tis for One.

Now

TOW how fhall I do with my love and my pride, Dear Dick *, give me counfel, if Friendship has any; Pry'thee purge, or let blood! furly Richard reply'd, And forget the coquette in the arms of your Nanny t. While I pleaded with paffion how much I deferv'd, For the pains and the torments of more than a year; She look'd in an almanack, whence the obferv'd, That it wanted a fortnight to Bart'l'mew-fair. My Cowley and Waller how vainly I quote, While my negligent judge only hears with her eye! In a long flaxen wig, and embroider'd new coat, Her fpark faying nothing talks better than I.

*Mr. Shelton.

+ Mrs. Durham.

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