And x from the moment we oblige the town, Yet y think, great Sir! (fo many Virtues shown) Fit to bestow the Laureat's weighty place. a Charles, to late times to be transmitted fair, Affign'd his figure to Bernini's care; 370 375 380 Noftros, et tenui deducta poemata filo; Cum x fperamus eo rem venturam, ut, fimul atque a Gratus Alexandro regi Magno fuit ille And 385 And b great Naffat to Kneller's hand decreed 390 Not with fuch majefty, fuch bold relief, The Forms auguft, of King, or conquering Chief, E'er fwell'd on marble; as in verse have shin'd (In polifh'd verfe) the manners and the Mind. Oh! could I mount on the Mæonian wing, Youre Arms, your Actions, your Repose to fing! 395 What f feas you travers'd, and what fields you fought! Your Country's Peace, how oft, how dearly bought! Fortis b Alexandri vultum fimulantia. quod fi [At neque dedecorant tua de fe judicia, atque Munera quae multa dantis cum laude tulerunt, Dilecti tibi Virgilius Variufque poetae ;] How Nec magis expreffi & vultus per ahenea figna, Quam per vatis opus mores animique virorum Clarorum apparent. nec fermones ego mallem Repentes per humum, quam res componere gestas, Terrarumque f fitus et flumina dicere, et arces e How g barbarous rage fubfided at your word, And Nations wonder'd while they dropp'd the sword! How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep, 4.00 405 h Peace ftole her wing, and wrapt the world in fleep; 410 Well Montibus impofitas, et barbara regna, tuifque Well may he P blush, who gives it, or receives; (Like Journals, Odes, and fuch forgotten things Clothe fpice, line trunks, or, fluttering in a row, Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho. Nec prave factis decorari verfibus opto: 415 BOOK BOOK II. EPISTLE II. "Ludentis fpeciem dabit, & torquebitur." HoR. DEA EAR Col'nel, Cobham's and your country's You love a Verfe, take such as I can fend. b A Frenchman comes, prefents you with his Boy, Bows, and begins-" This Lad, Sir, is of Blois : "Observe his shape how clean! his locks how curl'd! "My only fon, I'd have him fee the world: "His French is pure; his Voice too-you shall hear. "Sir, he's your flave, for twenty pound a year. "Mere wax as yet, you fashion him with ease, "Your Barber, Cook, Upholsterer, what you please: "A perfect genius at an Opera fong "To fay too much, might do my honour wrong. "Take EPISTOLA II. FLORE, bono claroque fidelis amice Neroni, b Si quis forte velit puerum tibi vendere natum Tibure vel Gabiis, et tecum fic agat: "Hic et "Candidus, et talos a vertice pulcher ad imos, "Fiet eritque tuus nummorum millibus octo; "Verna minifteriis ad nutus aptus heriles; "Litterulis Graecis imbutus, idoneus arti "Cuilibet argilla quidvis imitaberis uda: |