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Shall William dub his better end *?
Dr Swift to Mr Pope, while he was
writing the DUNCIAD. pope has the talent well to speak,
But not to reach the ear ;
The Dean too deaf to hear.
A while they on each other look,
Then diff'rent studies chuse; The Dean fits plodding on a book,
Pope walks, and courts the muse.
Now backs of letters, tho' defign'd
For those who more will need 'em, Are fill'd with hints, and interlin'd,
Himself can hardly read 'em.
Each atom by some other struck,
All turns and motions tries : Till in a lump together ftuck, Behold a poem
He claims it by a canon ;
Is causa fine qua non.
Thus, Pope t, in vain you boast your wit;
For, had our deaf divine
* Kick him on the breech, not knight him on the shoulder.
+ A polite turn is given to this incident by Mr. Pope, in his letter to Dr Sheridan, in vol, iv, let, 127. p. 200.
An epistle from a dog at Twickenham to a:
dog at court. T thee
, sweet fop, these lines I send,
Fop! you can dance, and make a leg, Can fetch and carry, cringe and beg,
10 And (what's the top of all your tricks) Can stoop to pick up strings and sticks. We country-dogs love nobler sport, And scorn the pranks of dogs at court. Fie, naughty Fop ! where e'er you come, 15 To fart and piss aboat the room, To lay your head in ev'ry lap, And, when they think not of you-snap! The worst that envy or that spite E'er faid of me, is, I can bite ;
20 That idle gypsies, rogues in rags, Who poke at me, can make no brags ; And that to towze such things as flutter, To honeft Bounce is bread and butter.
While you, and ev'ry courtly fop,
Your pilf’ring lord with simple pride
When all fuch dogs have had their days,
See Bounce, like Berecynthia, crown'd
Berore my children set your beef,
your fine whelps learn all to steal, Bred up by hand on chick and veal.
a little grace :
• Alii legunt Harveqalmis.
My eldei bora refides nor fai,
Nobles whom arms or arts adorn,
And O! would fate the bliss decree
She would not do the least right thing,
Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor fog.
# Virg. An. ,
Jove frown’d, and " Use” (he cry'd) “ those eyes
“ So skilful, and those hands fo taper ; “Do something exquisite and wise"
She bow'd, obey'd him, and cut paper. This vexing him who gave her birth,
Thought by all heav'n a burning shame, What does she next, but bids on earth
Her Burlington do just the same?
Pallas, you give yourself strange airs ;
But sure you'll find it hard to spoil The sense and taste of one that bears.
The name of Savile and of Boyle.
Alas! one bad example shown,
How quickly all the sex pursue !
Between John Overton and you.
* On a certain LADY at court.
Know the thing that's most uncommon,
(Envy, be filent, and attend!) I know a reasonable woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a friend.
Not warp'd by passion, aw'd by rumour !
Not grave thro' pride, or gay thro' folly ; An equal mixture of good humour,
And fenfible soft melancholy.
Yes, she has one, I must aver :
The woman's deaf, and does not hear.