The following Lines were fùng by DURASTANTI*, when She took her leave of the English Stage. The Words were in Hafte put together by Mr. POPE, at the Request of the Earl of PETERBOROW.

ENEROUS, gay, and gallánt nation,

GENE

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.

All

In arms, in arts, be still more fhining;

your joys be still encreasing;

All your tastes be still refining;

All your jars for ever ceasing:

But let old charmers yield to new:

Happy foil, adieu, adieu !

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 Houfe at Woodstock.

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

SEE, 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 fo 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.

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.

MART. Epig.

• The fame idea is ufed by Lord Chesterfield in his Epigram on Burlington-Houfe:

"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, Дept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the Duke of ARGYLE, July 9th, 1739.

ITH no poetic ardour fir'd

WITH

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.

Upon the Duke of MARLBOROUGH'S Houfe at Woodstock.

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

SEE, 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 fo 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.

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.

MART. Epig.

• 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, Дept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the Duke of ARGYLE, July 9th, 1739.

7ITH no poetic ardour fir'd

WITH

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.