If we who wear our wigs With fan-tail and with fnake, Are bubbled thus by prigs; Zds, who would be a rake? Had I a heart to fight, I'd knock the Doctor down; Or could I read or write, l'gad I'd wear a gown. Then leave him to his birch *. And at the Rofe on Sunday, The parfon fafe at church, *He kept a fchool. 35 40. A On BURNING a dull POEM. Written in the year 1729. Nafs's hoof alone can hold That pois'nous juice which kills by cold. Such frigid fuftian could contain, How could I more inhance its fame? Though born in fnow, it dy'd in flame. 5 10 15 A A LIBEL on the Reverend Dr. DELANY, and his Excellency JOHN Lord CAR TERET. To Dr. DELANY, occafioned by his epiftle to his Excellency JOHN Lord CARTERET. Written in the year 1729. DEluded mortals, whom the great Chufe for companions téte a téte; Suppofe my Lord and you alone; toast." For as, their appetites to quench, Lords keep a pimp to bring a wench; So men of wit are but a kind Of pandars to a vitious mind; When weary'd with intrigues of state, For which he fummon'd you to dine. 25 30 Thus Congreve spent in writing plays, And one poor office half his days; While Montague *, who claim'd the ftation 35 For poets open table kept, But ne'er confider'd where they slept : Was eafy though they wanted fhoes; 40 45 And fo might ev'ry dunce alive. Thus Steele, who own'd what others writ, And flourish'd by imputed wit, 50 From perils of a hundred jails, Withdrew to starve, and die in Wales. Thus Gay, the hare + with many friends, Twice feven long years the court attends : Earl of Halifax. See his fables. Who Who under tales conveying truth, And leaves St. James's in difgrace +. Thus Addifon, by Lords carefs'd, Took up himfelf the courtiers trade, Saw poets at his levee wait. Hail, happy Pope! whofe gen'rous mind. Detefting all the statesmen kind, Contemning courts, at courts unseen, Refus'd the vifits of a queen. A foul with ev'ry virtue fraught, Whatever Grecian story tells; A genius for all ftations fit, Whofe meaneft talent is his wit; His heart too great, though fortune little, To lick a rafcal ftatefman's fpittle; Appealing to the nation's tafte, Above the reach of want is place'd: His Royal Highness William Duke of Cumberland, fecond fon of K. George II. For fome account of this, fee Letters to and from Dr. Swift. And |