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can better express the Love that was between thefc two:

Dear Mr. Gay, W Elcome to your native Soil! welcome to your

V Friends! thrice welcome to me! whether return'd in Glory, blest with Court-interest, the Love and Familiarity of the Great, and fill'd with agreeable Hopes; or melancholy with Dejection, contemplative of the Changes of Fortune, and doubtful for the future: Whether return’d a triumphant Whig or a desponding Tory, equally all hail! equally belov'd and welcome to me! If happy, I am to partake in your Elevation; if unhappy, you have still a warm Corner in my Heart, and a Retreat at Binfield in the worst of Times at your Service. If you are a Tory, or thought so by any Man, I know it can proceed from nothing but your Gratitude to a few People who endeavour'd to ferve you, and whofe Politicks were never your concern. If you are a Whig, as I rather hope, and as I think your Principles and mine, (as Brother Poets) had ever a Bials to the Side of Liberty, I know you will be an honest Man and an inoffensive one. Upon the Whole, I know you are incapable of being so much of either Party as to be good for nothing. Therefore once more, whatever you are, or in whatever State you are, all hail!

One or two of your old Friends complain’d they · hear nothing from you since the Queen's Death; I

told'em no Man living lov’d Mr. Gay better than 1, yet I had not once written to him in all his Voyage. 'This I thought a convincing Proof, how truly one may be a Friend to another without telling him fo every Month. But they had Reasons to themselves to al

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ledge in your Excuse; as Men who really value one another will never want such as make their Friends and themselves easy. The late universal Concern in publick Affairs, threw us all into a Hurry of Spirits: Even I who am more a Philosopher than to expect any Thing from any Reign, was born away with the Current, and full of the Expectation of the Succeffor. During your Journeys I knew not whither to aim a Letter after you; that was a Sort of shooting flying: Add to this.the Demand Homer had upon me, to write fifty Verses a Day, besides learned Notes, all which are at a Conclusion for this Year. Rejoice with me, O my Friend, that my Labour is over; come and make merry with me in much Feasting : We will feed among the Lillies, (by the Lillies I mean the Ladies.) Are not the Rosalinda's of Britain as charming as the Blousalindas of the Hague ? Or have the two great pastoral Poets of our Nation renounced Love at the same Time? For Philips, immortal Philips, hath deserted, yea, and in a rustick Manner kick'd, his Rosalind. Dr. Parnelle and I have been inseparable ever since you went. We are now at the Bath, where (if you are not, as I heartily hope, better engag'd) your coming would be the greatest Pleasure to us in the World. Talk not of Expences : Homer shall support his Children. I beg a Line from you directed to the Posthouse in Bath, Poor Parnelle is in an ill State of Health,

Pardon me if I add a Word of Advice in the poetical Way. Write something on the King, or Prince, or Princess. On whatsoever Foot you may be with the Court, this can do no Harm- I shall never know where to end, and am confounded in the many Things I have to say to you, tho' they all amount but to this that I am entirely, as ever,

Your sincere Friend,


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Mr. Gay’s next Trip was to France with Mr. Pul· teney, which Place was Matter of much Ridicule to him, who was so very fond of natural Simplicity; but there he saw, he heard nothing, but what was Art and Artifice: It drew from him fome very witty Lines, on the egregious Fopperies and extravagant Deportment of that Nation :

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