II. What paffes in the dark third row, III. Then why to courts fhould I repair, IV. Alas! like Schutz I cannot pun, Like Grafton court the Germans; Tell Pickenbourg how flim fhe's grown, NOTES. *Ireland. + Mentioned before in the Verfes to Mrs. Howe. V. In V. In truth, by what I can discern, VI. At Leicester-Fields, a house full high, (A Milliner I mean ;) There may you meet us three to three, For Gay can well make two of Me. VII. But fhou'd you catch the prudish itch, With a fa, la, la. NOTES. VIII. And Lady Rich was a correfpondent of Lady M. W. Montagu. + Mrs. Howard, miftrefs to George II. afterwards Countefs of Suffolk. See "Verses to a Lady at Court," in this Volume. VIII. And thus, fair maids, my ballad ends; To armies that are standing; With a fa, la, la. NOTES. This Ballad was written anno 1717. NOTWITHSTANDING Pope's affected contempt of the Court, he was proud of the acquaintance of fome of the beautiful young women belonging to it. In 1776 were publifhed, two fmall volumes, intitled, Additions to Pope's Work. Warton has filently adopted all the notes, and the information that the Turk, alluded to in the firft ftanza, was "little Ulrick." Are we to infer that Warton was the editor of the two volumes I have mentioned? The Ladies mentioned in this Ballad, Pope speaks of in a letter: "I met the Prince, with all his Ladies on horfeback, coming from hunting. Mrs. B-(Bellenden) and Mrs. L-(Lepell) took me into protection (contrary to the law against harbouring Papifts), and gave me a dinner." Letters to feveral Ladies. THE THREE GENTLE SHEPHERDS. OF gentle Philips will I ever sing, With gentle Philips fhall the vallies ring. My numbers too for ever will I vary, And from all wits that have a knack, God fave ye. NOTES. VER. 4. Carey,] Euftace Budgell. Henry Carey. VER. 10. And from all wits that have a knack,] Curl faid, that in profe he was equal to Pope, but that in verfe Pope had merely a particular knack. MR. POPE's WELCOME FROM GREECE. A Copy of Verfes, written by Mr. GAY upon Mr. POPE's having finished his Tranflation of HOMER'S ILIAD. I. LONG haft thou, friend! been abfent from thy foil, I have been witness of thy fix years toil, Thy daily labours, and thy night's annoy, Loft to thy native land, with great turmoil, On the wide fea, oft threat'ning to destroy: Methinks with thee I've trod Sigæan ground, And heard the fhores of Hellefpont refound. II. Did I not see thee when thou firft fett'ft fail Did I not fee thy finking fpirits fail, And wish thy bark had never left the strand? Ev'n in mid ocean often didft thou quail, And oft lift up thy holy eye and hand, Praying the Virgin dear, and faintly choir, 15 III. Chear up, my friend, thy dangers now are o'er; Hark how the guns falute from either fhore, 20 |