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Scatter your Favours on a Fop,

Sir, you may spare your Application, Ingratitude's the certain crop;

I'm no such Beast, nor his Relation; to And 'tis but just, I'll tell ye wherefore, Nor one that Temperance advance, You give the things you never care for. Cramm'd to the throat with Ortolans: A wise man always is or should 35 Extremely ready to resign Be mighty ready to do good;

All that may make me none of mine. But makes a diff'rence in his thought South-sea Subscriptions take who please. Betwixt a Guinea and a Groat.

Leave me but Liberty and Ease.

66 Now this I 'll say: you'll find in me 'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child; A safe Companion, and a free; 40 Who prais'd my Modesty, and smil'd. But if you'd have me always near- Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me) A word, pray, in your Honour's ear. My Bread, and Independency! 70 I hope it is your Resolution

So bought an Annual Rent or two, To give me back my Constitution ! And liv'd—just as you see I do;

The sprightly Wit, the lively Eye, 45 Near fifty, and without a Wife,
Th' engaging Smile, the Gaiety,

I trust that sinking Fund, my Lise.
That laugh'd down many a Summer Sun, Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well, 13
And kept you up so oft till one: Shrink back to my Paternal Cello,
And all that voluntary Vein,

A little House, with Trees a-row, As when Belinda? rais'd my

Strain. 50 And, like its Master, very low. A Weasel once made shift to slink There died my Father, no man's Debtor. In at a Corn-lost thro' a Chink;

And there I 'll die, nor worse nor better. But having amply stuff’d his skin,

To set this matter full before ye,

Si Could not get out as he got in:

Our old Friend Swift will tell his Story. Which one belonging to the House 55 “Harley', the Nation's great Sup('Twas not a Man, it was a Mouse)

port, Observing, cry'd, “You 'scape not so, But you may read it; I stop short. “Lean as you came, Sir, you must go.'


The first Part imitated in the Year 1714, by Dr SWIFT; the latter Part addel



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'VE often wish'd that I had clear But here a Grievance seems to lie,

All this is mine but till I die; A handsome House to lodge a Friend, I can't but think 'twould sound more A River at my garden's end,

clever, A Terrace-walk, and half a Rood 5 To me and to my Heirs for ever. Of Land, set out to plant a Wood, If I ne'er got or lost

a groat, Well, now I have all this and more, By any Trick, or any Fault; I ask not to increase my store;

And if I pray by Reason's rules, 15


1 [Cf. Epistle to Arbuthnot, v. 118.] burton. [Cf. Introductory Memoir, p. XXIV.

As when Belinda] A compliment he pays Sir Francis Child, the banker. Bowles. himself and the public on his Rape of the Lock. 4 [Pope's father died at Chiswick in 1717.) Warburton.

5 [Harley, Earl of Oxford, the friend of Suit 3 Craggs and Child! Mr Craggs gave him See the following Imitation.] some South-sea subscriptions. He was so indif- 6 [In this Satire an opportunity is afforded ferent about them as to neglect making any judging how far Pope succeeds in imitating ito benefit of them. He used to say it was a satis- style of his friend. "Pope's performance begans faction to him that he did not grow rich (as he at v. 125.) might have done) by the public calamity. War

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And not like forty other Fools:

Another in a surly fit,

55 As thus, “Vouchsafe, oh gracious Ma- Tells me I have more Zeal than Wit, ker!

“So eager to express your love, To grant me this and t’ other Acre: “ You ne'er consider whom you shove,

Or, if it be thy Will and Pleasure, “But rudely press before a Duke.” “ Direct my Plough to find a Treasure:" I own I'm pleas’d with this rebuke, 60 But only what my Station fits, 21 And take it kindly meant to show And to be kept in my right wits?. What I desire the World should know. Preserve, Almighty Providence,

I get a whisper, and withdraw; Just what you gave me, Competence: When twenty Fools I never saw And let me in these shades compose 25 Come with Petitions fairly penn'd,

65 Something in Verse as true as Prose; Desiring I would stand their friend. Remov'd from all th’ Ambitious Scene, This, humbly offers me his CaseNor puff’d by Pride, nor sunk by Spleen. That, begs my int’rest for a Place

In short, I’m perfectly content, A hundred other Men's affairs, Let me but live on this side Trent; 30 Like bees, are humming in my ears. 70 Nor cross the Channel twice a year, “ To-morrow my Appeal comes on, To spend six months with Statesmen “Without your help the · Cause is here?

gone I must by all means come to town, “ The Duke expects my Lord and you, 'Tis for the service of the Crown.

About some great Affair, at Two-" Lewis, the Dean will be of use, 35 “ Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind, 75 “ Send for him up, take no excuse. " To get my Warrant quickly sign'd: The toil, the danger of the Seas;

Consider, 'tis my first request. Great Ministers ne'er think of these; • Be satisfied, I'll do my best:? Or let it cost five hundred pound, Then presently he falls to tease, No matter where the money's found, 40 You may for certain, if you please; 80 It is but so much more in debt,

“I doubt not, if his Lordship knew—. And that they ne'er consider'd yet.

And, Mr Dean, one word from you”. “Good Mr Dean, go change your 'Tis (let me see) three years


more, gown,

(October next it will be four) * “Let my Lord know you're come to Since HARLEY bid me first attend,

85 town.”

And chose me for an humble friend; I hurry me in haste away,

45 Would take me in his Coach to chat, Not thinking it is Levee-day;

And question me of this and that; And find his Honour in a Pound,

As, “What's o'clock?” And, “How's Hemm'd by a triple Circle round,

the Wind ?" Chequer'd with Ribbons blue and green: “Whose Chariot's that we left behind ?" How should I thrust myself between? Or gravely try to read the lines 91 Some Wag observes me thus perplext, Writ underneath the Country Signs; And, smiling, whispers to the next, 52 Or, “Have you nothing new to-day “I thought the Dean had been too “From Pope, from Parnell", or from proud,

Gay?” “To jostle here among a crowd.” Such tattle often entertains


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1 [Swift's apprehension of idiotcy, to be so 3 [The orders of the Garter and Shamrock. terribly justified at the close of his life, haunted The Bath was not revived till 1725 (by Sir R. him from an early period. Its most terrible ex- Walpole). At Lilliput, Gulliver observed the pression is the description of the Struldbrugs in nobles leaping over a stick, in order to be decoGulliver's voyage to the Houyhnhms.)

rated with blue, red and green threads. ] ? [Swift appears never to have absolutely re- 4 (Swift commenced his literary labours for linquished the hope of English preferment till the Tories in 1910.) his last visit to England in 1727. But he never 5 [Thomas Parnell (born in 1679), author of the condescended to ask it either of friend or foe.] Hermit, and a lyrical poet of real merit, went




My Lord and me as far as Staines, O charming Noons! and Nights divine ! As once a week we travel down

Or when I sup, or when I dine. To Windsor, and again to Town, My Friends above, my Folks below, 135 Where all that passes, inter nos, 99 Chatting and laughing all-a-row, Might be proclaim'd at Charing-Cross. The Beans and Bacon set before 'em?,

Yet some I know with envy swell, The Grace-cup serv'd with all decorum: Because they see me us'd so well : Each willing to be pleas'd, and please, “How think you of our Friend the And ev’n the very Dogs at ease! Dean?

Here no man prates of idle things, “I wonder what some people mean; How this or that Italian sings, My Lord and he are grown so great, A Neighbour's Madness, or his Spouse's

, : Always together, téte à tête ; 106 Or what's in either of the Houses: “What, they admire him for his jokes— But something much more our concern,

See but the fortune of some Folks!" And quite a scandal not to learn: 146 There flies about a strange report

Which is the happier, or the wiser, Of some Express arriv'd at Court; 110 A man of Merit, or a Miser? I’m stopp'd by all the Fools I meet, Whether we ought to choose our Friends, And catechis'd in ev'ry street.

For their own Worth, or our own Ends! “You, Mr Dean, frequent the Great; What good, or better, we may call, 151 “ Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat? And what, the very best of all ? “Or do the Prints and Papers lie?” 115 Our Friend Dan Prior", told, (you Faith, Sir, you know as much as I.'

know) “Ah Doctor, how you love to jest? A Tale extremely à propos : "'Tis now no secret”—'I protest

Name a Town Life, and in a trice, 155 ''Tis one to me'--" Then tell us, pray, He had a Story of two Mice. “When are the Troops to have their Once on a time (so runs the Fable)

120 A Country Mouse, right hospitable, And, tho' I solemnly declare

Receiv'd a Town Mouse at his Board, I know no more than my Lord Mayor, Just as a Farmer might a Lord. 160 They stand amaz’d, and think me grown A frugal Mouse upon the whole, The closest mortal ever known.

Yet lov'd his Friend, and had a Soul,

Knew what was handsome, and would Thus in a sea of solly toss'd, 125 My choicest Hours of life are lost; On just occasion, coute qui coute. 164 Yet always wishing to retreat,

He brought him Bacon (nothing lean), Oh, could I see my Country Seat! Pudding, that might have pleas'd a Dean; There, leaning near a gentle Brook, Cheese, such as men in Suffolk make, Sleep, or peruse some ancient Book?, But wish'd it Stilton for his sake; And there in sweet oblivion drown 131 Yet, to his Guest tho' no way sparing, Those Cares that haunt the Court and He ate himself the rind and paring. 170 Town.

Our Courtier scarce could touch a bit,

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over, like Swift, from the Whigs to the Tories, for dinner but mutton-broth, beans and bacon, and was one of the members of the Scriblerus and a barn-door fowl.'. Pope to Swift from Club. He died in 1717; and Pope published Dawley), June 28, 1728.) his poems in 1722, with a dedication to the Earl 3 [The City Mouse and Country Mouse was of Oxford (v. infra, p. 441). Parnell wrote the written by Prior and Charles Montagu after, Life of Homer for Pope's Iliad, and translated wards Earl of Halifax) in 1688, in ridicule of the Batrachomyomachia. His biography was Dryden's Hind and Panther. The reason wty afterwards written by Goldsmith.)

Pope was so sparing in his praise of Priar, is • (Charles Fox, on a summer's day at St found by Warton in the satirical epigrams writAnn's, declared it the right time for lying in the ten by Prior on Atterbury. 'Dan' is the oid shade with a book. • Why with a book?' asked familiar abbreviation for dominus; Douglas Saeridan.)

speaks of 'Dan Chaucer; and Prior himself, in ? ((For one whole day) we have had nothing his Alma, facetiously mentions ‘Dan Pope.')



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But show'd his Breeding and his Wit; The Guests withdrawn had left the Treat, He did his best to seem to eat,

And down the Mice sate, tête à tête. 197 And cry'd, “I vow you're mighty neat. Our Courtier walks from dish to dish, “But Lord, my Friend, this savage Tastes for his Friend of Fowl and Fish; Scene!

175 Tells all their names, lays down the law, “For God's sake, come, and live with Que ça est bon! Ah goutez ça! Men:

“ That Jelly's rich, this Malmsey healing, Consider, Mice, like Men, must die, “Pray, dip your Whiskers and your Tail “Both small and great, both you and I: in." “ Then spend your life in Joy and Sport, Was ever such a happy Swain ? “ (This doctrine, Friend, I learnt at He stuffs and swills, and stuffs again. Court).”

180 “ I'm quite asham'd—'tis mighty rude The veriest Hermit in the Nation “ To eat so much—but all's so good. May yield, God knows, to strong tempta

I have a thousand thanks to givetion.

*My Lord alone knows how to live.” Away they come, thro' thick and thin, No sooner said, but from the Hall To a tall house near Lincoln's-Inn; Rush Chaplain, Butler, Dogs and all: ('Twas on the night of a Debate, 185 “A Rat, a Rat! clap to the door”When all their Lordships had sat late.) The Cat comes bouncing on the floor.

Behold the place, where if a Poet O for the heart of Homer's Mice, Shin'd in Description, he might show it; Or Gods to save them in a trice! 215 Tell how the Moon-beam trembling falls, (It was by Providence they think, And tips with Silver all the walls; 190 For your damnd Stucco has no chink.) Palladian walls, Venetian doors, “ An't please your Honour, quoth the Grotesco roofs, and Stucco floors:

Peasant, But let it (in a word) be said,

“This same Dessert is not so pleasant: The Moon was up, and Men a bed, Give me again my hollow Tree, The Napkins white, the Carpet red: “ A crust of Bread, and Liberty!”








GAIN? new Tumults in my breast?

Ah spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest!
I am not now, alas! the man

As in the gentle Reign of My Queen Anne.
Ah sound no more thy soft alarms,

Nor circle sober fifty with thy Charms.
Mother too fierce of dear Desires!

Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires.
To Vumber fivea direct your Doves,

There spread round MURRAY all your blooming Loves;
Noble and young, who strikes the heart

With ev'ry sprightly, ev'ry decent part;
Equal, the injurd to defend,

To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend.


" It may be worth observing, that the meas * The number of Murray's lodgings in King's Pope has here chosen is precisely the same that Bench Walks. Bowles. (See imitations of Ben Jonson used in a translation of this very Horace, Bk. I. Ep. VI. 49, note.) Ode. Harten.

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Ile, with a hundred Arts refin'd,

Shall stretch_thy conquests over half the kind :
To him each Rival shall submit,

Make but his Riches equal to his Wit”,
Then shall thy Form the Marble grace,

(Thy Grecian Form) and Chloe lend the Face:
Ilis House, embosom'd in the Grove,

Sacred to social life and social love?,
Shall glitter o'er the pendant green,

Where Thames reflects the visionary scene:
Thither, the silver-sounding lyres

Shall call the smiling Loves, and young Desires;
There, ev'ry Grace and Muse shall throng,

Exalt the dance, or animate the song;
There Youths and Nymphs, in concert gay,

Shall hail the rising, close the parting day.
With me, alas! those joys are o’er;

For me, the vernal garlands bloom no more.
Adieu, fond hope of mutual fire,

The still-believing, still-renew'd desire;
Adieu, the heart-expanding bowl,

And all the kind Deceivers of the soul!
But why? ah tell me, ah too dear 3 !

Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear?
Why words so flowing, thoughts so free,

Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee?
Thee, drest in Fancy's airy beam,

Absent I follow thro' th' extended Dream;
Now, now I seize, I clasp thy charms,

And now you burst (ah cruel!) from my arms;
And swiftly shoot along the Mall,

Or softly glide by the Canal,
Now, shown by Cynthia's silver ray,

And now, on rolling waters snatch'd away.


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? [Lord Mansfield is reported to have been in grounds at Twickenham. Bowles. embarrassed circumstances during the early part 3 This was in the original: of his career.]

*But why, my Patty, ah too dear'2 This alludes to Mr Murray's intention at one relating to Martha Blount. Bowles. time of taking the lease of Pope's house and 4 [Viz. stanzas 1, 2, 3, 7.]

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