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My Life's Amusements have been just the fame,
Before, and after Standing Armies came.
My Lands are fold, my Father's House is gone :
I'll hire another's: is not that my own?
And yours, my Friends? thro' whose free opening
None comes too early, none departs too late; [Gate
(For I, who hold fage Homer's Rule the best,
Welcome the coming, fpeed the going Guest.)

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Pray Heav'n it laft! (cries Swift) as you go on; "I wish to God this Houfe had been "Pity! to build, without a Son or Wife: Why, you'll enjoy it only all your Life.”— Well, if the Use be mine, can it concern one, Whether the Name belong to Pope or Vernon? Let Lands and Houses have what Lords they will, Let us be fix'd, and our own Masters still.

Of those two Satires which he has moderniz'd fromDr. Donne, we shall only fay, that under that Cover he takes the Liberty to fay, what without the Doctor at his Back, he would not.

Dr. Donne is known to be a keen Satirift, and wants nothing of Mr. Pope but his Numbers-He meets at Court, whither he was accidentally driven, a threadbare Parfon feeking Preferment there, and affecting the Air of a Courtier already. This Scene, in the Doctors original Text, we have quoted in Italicks, and as altered by Mr. Pope, on the Page on the other Side, in Roman Characters, by which will appear the Conformity of their Sentiments, and how our Language is altered and refined fince Dr, Donne's Time, who was born in London in the Year 1573, defcended from a very good Family in Wales, and had Parents capable of giving him the best Education, which they did; for at nine Years of Age he was fent to Hart-Hall in Oxford, having attain'd befides

befides the Latin and Greek, a Knowledge in the French Tongue. Here he became acquainted with that great Mafter of Language and Art, Sir Henry Wotton, with whom he contracted a lafting Friendfhip From Oxford he was tranfplanted to the Univerfity of Cambridge, where he made great Improvements in his Literature. Coming from thence to London, he was entered of the Society of Lincoln'sInn, and applied himself to the Study of the Law, but even here, he chiefly employ'd his Time in accomplishing himself with the politer Kinds of Learning. He foon enjoy'd the best Converfation in Town, to whom the Acuteness of his Wit, and the natural Gaiety of his Temper,, foon render'd him highly acceptable: In which State of Life he compos'd most of his Love-Poems. His Father dying and leaving him a pretty handsome Fortune, he travelled into Italy, Spain and other foreign Countries, where he acquired a Perfection in thofe Languages, and returned home with many useful Obfervations. Being now qualified for the greatest Employments, he was made Secretary to the Lord Elsmere, Keeper of the Great Seal; in whofe Service he became enamour'd with the Lady Elfmere's Neice, Daughter to Sir George Moor, Chancellor of the Garter, and Lieutenant of the Tower, who greatly oppofed this Match; yet notwithstanding they were privately married: Which exafperated Sir George to fuch a Degree, that he prevailed on the Lord Elfmere to dif charge him from his Service, and foon after caft him into Prifon. But Mr. Donne had not been long confined before he found Means, by the Affiftance of his Kinfman Sir Francis Woolley, to facilitate his Enlargement, and a Reconciliation between him and Sir George Moor enfuing, he was reftored to his former Poft. Now he was fought after by Men of the

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beft Learning more than ever, and his Company very much defired by the Nobility and foreign Embafladors, who were extremely fond of his Acquaintance. At last, at King James's Request, he applied himself to the Study of Divinit, and entered into Holy Or ders: Whereupon, his Majefty first made him Preacher of Lincoln's-Inn, and he was afterwards advanced to the Deanery of St. Paul's. He died the 31ft of March, 1631, and was buried in St. Paul's. Church with great Solemnity, attended by many Perfons of Quality.

Dr. King Bishop of Chichester, who was his Executor, erected a Monument to his Memory, with this Infcription.

JOHANNES DONNE, S. T. P.
Poft varia Studia, quibus ab Annis tenerrimis fideliter,
Nec infeliciter, incubuit.

Infinitu & impulfu Spiritus fancti, monitu & hortatu
Regis Jacobi Ordines Sacros Amplexus
Anno fui Jefu 1614. & fuæ Ætatis 42

Decanatu hujus Ecclefiæ, indutus 27. Novembris 1621.
Exutus morte ultimo die Martii 1631.
Hic, licet in Occiduo Cinere, afpicet Eum,
Cujus Nomen eft Oriens.

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But we must not forget our promised Quotation?" The Parfon that Dr. Donne met, had travell'd it feems, which was not an uncommon Thing then, and his Dress was not unlike that of a Scholar; his Cloaths were coarse, and black and bare, and his Jerkin had been Velvet, but now it was almoft rubb'd to Rafh, and began to let the Air in, so that in a very little Time it would not hang together, to be known what it originally was made of.

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He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God How have I finn'd, that thy Wraths furious Rod, This Fellow, chufeth me! He faith, Sir, I love your Judgment, whom do you prefer For the beft Linguift? and I feelily Said that I thought Calepines Dictionary. Nay, but of Men moft fweet, Sir? Beza then, Some Jefuits, and two reverend Men Of our two Academies I named: here He ftopt me, and said, Nay your Apostles were Good pretty Linguists, fo Panurgus was; Yet a paor Gentleman; all thefe may pafs By Travail. Then, as if he would have fold His Tongue, he prais'd it, and fuch Wonders told, That I was fain to say, if you had liv'd, Sir, Time enough to have been Interpreter

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To Babels Bricklayers, fure the Tower had flood..
He adds, if of Court Life you knew the good,
You would leave Lonenefs. I faid, not alone
My Lonenefs is; but Spartanes Fashion
To teach by painting Drunkards doth not last
Now, Aretines Pictures have made few chafte;
No more can Princes Courts, though there be few
Better Pictures of Vice, teach me Virtue.

He like to a high-ftretcht Lute-string squeakt, O Sir,
Tis fweet to talk of Kings. At Westminster,
Said I, the Man that keeps the Abby Tombs,
And for his Bribe, doth with whoever comes
Of all our Harrys, and our Edwards talk,
From King to King, and all their Kin can walk :
Your Ears fhall hear nought but Kings; your Eyes meet
Kings only: The Way to it is King-street.
He fmack'd, and cry'd, He's bafe, mechanique, course,
So're all your Englishmen in their Difcourfe.

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He spies me out. I whisper, gracious God! What Sin of mine cou'd meritfuch a Rod? That all the Shot of Dulness now must be From this thy Blunderbufs discharg'd on me! Permit (he cries) no Stranger to your Fame To crave your Sentiment, if Pope's your Name. [1, What Speech efteem you moft?" The King's, faid But the best Words?" O Sir, the Dictionary. You mifs my Aim: I mean the most acute And perfect Speaker?" Onflow paft Difpute. But Sir, of Writers?" Swift, for clofer Stile, "But Ho**y for a Period of a Mile. Why yes, 'tis granted, these indeed may pafs; Good common Linguifts, and fo Panurge was; Nay troth, th' Apoftles (tho' perhaps too rough} Had once a pretty Gift of Tongues enough: Yet these were all poor Gentlemen! I dare Affirm, 'twas Travel made them what they were. Thus others Talents having nicely shown, He came by fure Tranfition to his own: 'Till I cry'd out, You prove yourself so able, Pity! you was not Druggerman at Babel; For had they found a Linguist half fo good, I make no Queftion but the Tow'r had stood. "Obliging Sir! for Courts you fure were made; Why then for ever buried in the Shade? "Spirits like you, fhou'd fee and shou'd be seen, "The King would smile on you--at least the Queen." Ah gentle Sir! you Courtiers fo cajole usBut Tully has it, Nunquam minus folus: And as for Courts, forgive me if I fay No Leffons now are taught the Spartan Way: Tho' in his Pictures Luft be full display'd, Few are the Converts Aretine has made;

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