IV. Then bravely, fair dame, Which to your whole sex does belong; From a second bright Eve, The knowledge of right and of wrong. V. But if the first Eve Hard doom did receive, When only one apple had she, What a punishment new Shall be found out for you, Who tasting, have robbed the whole tree? EXTEMPORANEOUS LINES, ON THE PICTURE OF LADY MARY W. MONTAGÚ, BY KNELLER. Bowles, from Dallaway's Life of Lady M. W. M. So would I draw (but oh! 'tis vain to try, IMITATION OF TIBULLUS. HERE, stopped by hasty death, Alexis lies, EPITAPHS ON JOHN HUGHES AND SARAH DREW. Pope, in a letter to Lady M. W. Montagu, Sept. 1st, 1718, relates the anecdote of the death of two lovers "as constant as ever were found in romance," by name John Hewet and Sarah Drew, who were simultaneously struck by lightning at a harvest-home. WHEN eastern lovers feed the funeral fire, 1. Think not, by rigorous judgment seized, II. Live well, and fear no sudden fate; When God calls virtue to the grave, Alike 'tis justice, soon or late, Mercy alike to kill or save. Virtue unmoved can, hear the call, And face the flash that melts the ball. ON THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON CUTTING PAPER. PALLAS grew vapourish once, and odd, Either for goddess, or for god, Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing. Jove frowned, and, "Use," he cried, "those eyes ΙΟ Do something exquisite and wise "- Thought by all heaven a burning shame; Pallas, you give yourself strange airs; How quickly all the sex pursue! ON A PICTURE OF QUEEN CAROLINE, DRAWN BY LADY BURLINGTON. PEACE, flattering Bishop! lying Dean! THE LOOKING-GLASS. ON MRS. PULTENEY.' WITH Scornful mien, and various toss of air, Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain, She looks ambition, and she moves disdain. And this conjunction swells at least her mind: ΙΟ 20 1 Anna Maria Gumley, daughter of John Gumley of Isleworth, who had gained his fortune by a glass manufactory. O could the sire, renowned in glass, produce WHEN other fair ones to the shades go down, CELIA. CELIA, we know, is sixty-five, Thus winter in her breast must live, How cruel Celia's fate, who hence Too pretty for our reverence, Too ancient for our gallantry! EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG WHICH I GAVE TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS. I AM his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? ΙΟ LINES SUNG BY DURASTANTI WHEN SHE TOOK LEAVE OF THE ENGLISH STAGE. THE WORDS WERE IN HASTE PUT TOGETHER BY MR. POPE, AT GENEROUS, gay, and gallant nation, Land secure from all invasion, All but Cupid's gentle darts! From your charms, oh who would run? Happy soil, adieu, adieu! Let old charmers yield to new; In arms, in arts, be still more shining; All your tastes be still refining; All your jars for ever ceasing: But let old charmers yield to new. Happy soil, adieu, adieu ! ON HIS GROTTO AT TWICKENHAM, COMPOSED OF MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, AND MINERALS. THOU who shalt stop, where Thames' translucent wave Approach! Great Nature studiously behold; Where, nobly-pensive, St. John sate and thought; ΙΟ And the bright flame was shot through Marchmont's Let such, such only tread this sacred floor, Who dare to love their country, and be poor. 1 1 |