MISCELLANIES.

The following Lines were fung by DURASTANTI, when
She took her leave of the English Stage. The Words
were in Hafe put together by Mr. POPE, at the
Request of the Earl of PETERBOROw.

GE

ENEROUS, gay, and gallánt nation, Bold in arms, and bright in arts; Land fecure from all invasion,

All but Cupid's gentle darts!
From your charms, oh who would run?
Who would leave you for the fun?

Happy foil, adieu, adieu!

Let old charmers yield to new.

In arms, in arts, be ftill more fhining;

All

your joys be still encreasing";

All tastes be still refining; your

All

your jars for ever ceasing:

But let old charmers yield to new :-
Happy foil, adieu, adieu!

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NOTES.

• Duraftanti was brought to England by Handel, to fing at the Opera, 1721. She was fo great a favourite at Court, that the King ftood godfather to one of her children...

Upon the Duke of MARLBOROUGH's House at Woodstock.

Atria longè patent; fed nec cœnantibus ufquam,
Nec fomno locus eft: quàm bene non habites!

SEE,
EE, Sir, here's the grand approach,
This way is for his Grace's coach;
There lies the bridge, and here's the clock,
Obferve the lion and the cock,

The fpacious court, the colonnade,

And mark how wide the hall is made!

The chimneys are so well defign'd,
They never smoke in any wind.
This gallery's contriv'd for walking,
The windows to retire and talk in;
The council-chamber for debate,
And all the reft are rooms of state.

MART. Epig.

Thanks, Sir, cry'd I, 'tis very fine,
But where d'ye fleep, or where d'ye dine?
I find by all you have been telling,

That 'tis a house, but not a dwelling

NOTES.

The fame idea is ufed by Lord Chesterfield in his Epigram on Burlington House:

"How well you bui'd, let flatt'ry tell;

And all mankind, how ill you dwell!"

Verses left by Mr. POPE, on his lying in the fame Bed
which WILMOT, the celebrated Earl of ROCHESTER,
Дlept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the Duke of
ARGYLE, July 9th, 1739.

WITH
ITH no poetic ardour fir'd

I prefs the bed where Wilmot lay;
That here he lov'd, or here expir'd,
Begets no numbers grave, or gay.

Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred
Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie

Stretch'd out in honour's nobler bed,
Beneath a nobler roof-the sky.

Such flames as high in patriots burn

Yet ftoop to bless a child or wife; And fuch as wicked kings may mourn, When freedom is more dear than life.

Upon the Duke of MARLBOROUGH's House at Woodstock.

Atria longè patent; fed nec cœnantibus usquam,
Nec fomno locus eft: quàm bene non habites!

SEE,
EE, Sir, here's the grand approach,
This way is for his Grace's coach;
There lies the bridge, and here's the clock,
Obferve the lion and the cock,

The spacious court, the colonnade,

And mark how wide the hall is made!
The chimneys are so well design'd,
They never fmoke in
any wind.
This gallery's contriv'd for walking,
The windows to retire and talk in;
The council-chamber for debate,
And all the reft are rooms of state.

MART. Epig.

Thanks, Sir, cry'd I, 'tis very fine,
But where d'ye sleep, or where d'ye dine?
I find by all you have been telling,

That 'tis a house, but not a dwelling *.

NOTES.

The fame idea is ufed by Lord Chesterfield in his Epigram on Burlington House:

"How well you bui'd, let flatt'ry tell;

And all mankind, how ill you dwell!"

Verfes left by Mr. POPE, on his lying in the fame Bed which WILMOT, the celebrated Earl of ROCHESTER, Лlept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the Duke of ARGYLE, July 9th, 1739.

WITH
ITH no poetic ardour fir'd

I prefs the bed where Wilmot lay;
That here he lov'd, or here expir'd,
Begets no numbers grave, or gay.

Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred
Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie
Stretch'd out in honour's nobler bed,
Beneath a nobler roof-the sky.

Such flames as high in patriots burn

Yet stoop to bless a child or wife; And fuch as wicked kings may mourn, When freedom is more dear than life.