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ON MRS. PULTENEY.
She looks ambition, and fhe moves difdain.
VER. 6. But charming G-y's loft, &c.] Anna Maria Gumley, daughter of John Gumley of Ifleworth, was married to Pulteney, who received with her a very large fortune.
VER. 9. O could the fire, renown'd in glafs,] Her father gained his fortune from a glass manufactory; upon which circumstance, though hitherto unexplained, the force and elegance of this fevere but pleafing compofition turns.
These lines were fuppreffed, as Pope afterwards received great civilities from Pulteney.
A FAREWELL TO LONDON.
IN THE YEAR 1715.
To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd
Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery
And Garth, the best good Christian he,
Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go;
Heaven gives thee for thy lofs of Rowe,
Elsewhere called "Macer."
+ Probably the friend of Wilkes; he wrote fixteen dramatic pieces of indifferent merit.
See Cibber's Life.
Why should I stay ? Both parties* rage;
The love of arts lies cold and dead
And not one Muse of all he fed,
My friends, by turns, my friends confound,
Poor Yrs fold for fifty pounds,
And B11 is a jade.
Why make I friendships with the great,
When I no favour feek?
Whigs, and Tories; or rather the Jacobites: for this was written the year of the rebellion.
I think he means Teresa Blount, his first flame, who never would submit to his jealoufies and humours.
Solicitous for other ends,
Tho' fond of dear repofe; Careless or drowsy* with my friends, And frolick with my foes.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell †,
* He is faid once to have fallen asleep at his own table, when the Prince of Wales was in company.
And now farewell each dainty dish,
To please this dainty mouth of mine!
And make good cheer with bread and cheese!
It is curious that Nicholas Breton, an obscure writer of verses 1577, makes nearly the same complaint in his Poem called "Farewell to Town." See Ellis' Specimens, vol. ii. page 270.
"In fpight of fears, of mercy fpight,
Warton had here introduced, as Pope's, an abufive address to Bolingbroke, I have omitted it, because I cannot think Pope would write thefe lines of himself:
Adieu to all but Gay alone *,
Whofe foul, fincere and free, Loves all mankind, but flatters none, And fo may starve with me.
Gay was the favourite of Pope, and was received into his utmost confidence; a friendship was formed between them, which lafted to their feparation by death. JOHNSON. He mentions Gay again, in his Prologue to the Satires, verse 256, with all the pathetic fenfibility of the tenderest friendship, in ftrains of fupreme excellence :
—They left me GAY;
My verfe, and QUEENSB'RY weeping o'er thy urn!"