The feast, his towering genius marks Roast beef, though old, proclaims him stout, TO LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.* IN beauty or wit, No mortal as yet, To question your empire has dared; But men of discerning Have thought that, in learning, To yield to a lady was hard. Impertinent schools, With musty dull rules, Have reading to females denied: So papists refuse The Bible to use, Lest flocks should be wise as their guide. 'Twas a woman at first In knowledge that tasted delight, The laws should decree To the first of possessors the right. This panegyric on Lady Mary Wortley Montague might have been suppressed by Mr. Pope, on account of her having satirized him in her verses to the imitator of Horace; which abuse he returned in the first satire of the second book of Horace : From furious Sappho, scarce a milder fate, Pd by her love, or libell'd by her brate. Then bravely, fair dame, Which to your whole sex does belong; From a second bright Eve, The knowledge of right and of wrong. Hard doom did receive, When only one apple had she, Shall be found out for you, Who tasting, have robbed the whole tree! THE FOURTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST A Modern Imitation. SAY, St. John, who alone peruse To you (th' all-envied gift of heaven) Th' indulgent gods, unask'd, have given This satire on Lord Bolingbroke, and the praise bestowed on him in a letter to Mr. Richardson, where Mr. Pope says, The sons shall blush their fathers were his foes: being so contradictory, probably occasioned the former to be suppressed.-8. + Ad Albium Tibullum. Albi, nostrorum sermonum candide judex, . Di tibi formam, A form complete in every part, In spite of fears, of mercy spite, EPIGRAM ON MRS. TOFTS, A handsome Woman with a fine Voice, but very covetous and proud.§, So bright is thy beauty, so charming thy song, Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, + Inter spem curamque, timores inter et iras. This epigram, first printed anonymously in Steele's Collection, and copied in the Miscellanies of Swift and Pope, is as EPIGRAM. On one who made long Epitaphs. The other never read. TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER, On his painting for me the Statues of Apollo, Venus, and Hercules. WHAT god, what genius, did the pencil move 'Twas Friendship-warm as Phoebus, kind as Love. And strong as Hercules." A FAREWELL TO LONDON, In the Year 1715. DEAR, damn'd, distracting town, farewell! Ye harlots sleep at ease! Soft B***, and rough C*****, adieu ! The lively H*****k and you May knock up whores alone. To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd Save three-pence and his soul. cribed to Pope by Sir John Hawkins, in his History of Music.Mrs. Tofts, who was the daughter of a person in the family of Bishop Burnet, is celebrated as a singer little inferior, either for her voice or manner, to the best Italian women. She lived at the introduction of the opera into this kingdom, and sung in company with Nicolini; but, being ignorant of Italian, chanted the recitative in English, in answer to his Italian; yet the charms of their voices overcame the absurdity. It is not generally known that the person here meant was Robert Friend, head master of Westminster-school. Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery On every learned sot, And Garth, the best good Christian he, Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go; Heaven gives thee, for thy loss of Rowe, 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, Why make I friendships with the great, Or follow girls seven hours in eight?- Still idle, with a busy air, The gayest valetudinaire, Solicitous for others' ends, Though fond of dear repose; Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, R |