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Like stunted hide-bound Trees, that just have got Sufficient Sap at once to bear and rot.
Now he begs Verse, and what he gets commends, Not of the Wits his foes, but Fools his friends.
So some coarse Country Wench, almost decay'd,
In a translated Suit, then tries the Town,
Now nothing left, but wither'd, pale, and shrunk, To bawd for others, and go shares with Punk.
TO MR. JOHN MOORE,
AUTHOR OF THE CELEBRATED WORM-POWDER.
How much, egregious Moore, are we
Deceiv'd by shews and forms! Whate'er we think, whate'er we see, All Humankind are Worms.
Man is a very Worm by birth,
That Woman is a Worm, we find
E'er since, our Grandame's evil,
The Learn'd themselves we Book-worms name, The Blockhead is a Slow-worm :
The Nymph whose tail is all on flame,
Is aptly term'd a Glow-worm.
The Fops are painted Butterflies,
That flutter for a day;
First from a Worm they take their rise,
And in a Worm decay.
The Flatterer an Earwig grows;
Thus Worms suit all conditions;
Misers are Muck-worms, Silk-worms Beaus, And Death-watches Physicians.
That Statesmen have the Worm, is seen,
Their Conscience is a Worm within,
Ah Moore! thy skill were well employ'd,
If thou couldst make the Courtier void
O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane,
Our Fate thou only canst adjourn
BY A PERSON OF QUALITY.
WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1733.
FLUTT'RING Spread thy purple pinions,
Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Thus the Cyprian Goddess weeping,
Him the Boar, in Silence creeping,
Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers;
Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors,
Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,
Melancholy, smooth Meander,
Thus when Philomela, drooping,
Ir is remarkable, that this song imposed upon one of Pope's professed Commentators, the late learned Gilbert Wakefield, who took it for a serious composition: "It appears," he says, "disjointed and obscure," and asks, in reference to the fourth verse," what is the propriety of this observation? and what its application to the present subject?" On this occasion Mr. Toulmin, a friend of Mr. Wakefield's, addressed to him a copy of verses, which Mr. Wakefield,