511:02,000@@@@@| 511:02,000[' ]| 511:02,000[' ]| 511:02,001@a | Shut, shut the door, good \John\! 511:02,001[A ]| fatigued I said, 511:02,002@a | Tie up$5$ the knocker, say I am sick, I am dead, 511:02,003[A ]| The Dog-star rages! nay it is past a doubt, 511:02,004[A ]| All \Bedlam\, or \Parnassus\, is let out: 511:02,005[A ]| Fire in$4$ each eye, and Papers in$4$ each hand, 511:02,006[A ]| They rave, recite, and madden round the land. 511:02,007[A ]| What Walls can guard me, or what Shades can hide? 511:02,008[A ]| They pierce my Thickets, through my Grot they glide, 511:02,009[A ]| By$4$ land, by$4$ water, they renew the charge, 511:02,010[A ]| They stop the Chariot, and they board the Barge. 511:02,011[A ]| No$2$ place is sacred, not the Church is free, 511:02,012[A ]| Even \Sunday\ shines no$2$ \Sabbath-day\ to$4$ me: 511:02,013[A ]| Then from the \Mint\ walks forth the Man of Rhyme, 511:02,014[A ]| Happy! to$9$ catch me, just at Dinner-time. 511:02,015[A ]| Is there a Parson, much be-mused in$4$ Beer, 511:02,016[A ]| A maudlin Poetess, a ryming Peer, 511:02,017[A ]| A Clerk, foredoomed his Father's soul to$9$ cross, 511:02,018[A ]| Who$6#1$ pens a Stanza when he should \engross\? 511:02,019[A ]| Is there, who$6#1$ locked from Ink and Paper, scrawls 511:02,020[A ]| With desperate Charcoal round his darkened walls? 511:02,021[A ]| All fly to$4$ \Twit'nam\, and in$4$ humble strain 511:02,022[A ]| Apply to$4$ me, to$9$ keep them mad or vain. 511:02,023[A ]| \Arthur\, whose giddy Son neglects the Laws, 511:02,024[A ]| Imputes to$4$ me and my damned works the cause: 511:02,025[A ]| Poor \Cornus\ sees his frantic Wife elope, 511:02,026[A ]| And curses Wit, and Poetry, and \Pope\. 511:02,027[A ]| Friend to$4$ my Life, (which$6#1$ did not you prolong, 511:02,028[A ]| The World had wanted many an idle Song) 511:02,029[A ]| What \Drop\ or \Nostrum\ can this Plague remove? 511:02,030[A ]| Or which$6#2$ must end me, a Fool's Wrath or Love? 511:02,031[A ]| A dire Dilemma! either way I am sped, 511:02,032[A ]| If Foes, they write, if Friends, they read me dead. 511:02,033[A ]| Seized and tied down to$9$ judge, how wretched I! 511:02,034[A ]| Who$6#1$ can not be silent, and who$6#1$ will$1$ not lie; 511:02,035[A ]| To$9$ laugh, were want of Goodness and of Grace, 511:02,036[A ]| And to$9$ be grave, exceeds all Power of Face. 511:02,037[A ]| I sit with sad Civility, I read 511:02,038[A ]| With honest anguish, and an aching head; 511:02,039[A ]| And drop at last, but in$4$ unwilling ears, 511:02,040[A ]| This saving counsel, 511:02,040@a | ""Keep your Piece nine years."" 511:02,041@w | Nine years! 511:02,041[A ]| cries he, who$6#1$ high in$4$ \Drury-lane\ 511:02,042[A ]| Lulled by$4$ soft Zephyrs through the broken Pane, 511:02,043[A ]| Rhymes before he wakes, and prints before \Term\ ends, 511:02,044[A ]| Obliged by$4$ hunger and Request of friends: 511:02,045@w | ""The Piece you think is incorrect: why take it, 511:02,046@w | I am all sumission, what you would have it, make it."" 511:02,047[A ]| Three things another's modest wishes bound, 511:02,048[A ]| My Friendship, and a Prologue, and ten Pound. 511:02,049[A ]| \Pitholeon\ sends to$4$ me: 511:02,049@w | ""You know his Grace, 511:02,050@w | I want a Patron; ask him for$4$ a Place."" 511:02,051[A ]| \Pitholeon\ libelled me ~~ 511:02,051@w | ""but here is a Letter 511:02,052@w | Informs you Sir, it was when he knew no$2$ better. 511:02,053@w | Dare you refuse him? \Curl\ invites to$9$ dine, 511:02,054@w | He will$1$ write a \Journal\, or he will$1$ turn \Divine\."" 511:02,055[A ]| Bless me! a Packet. ~~ 511:02,055@w | ""It is a stranger sues, 511:02,056@w | A Virgin Tragedy, an Orphan Muse."" 511:02,057[A ]| If I dislike it, 511:02,057@w | ""Furies, death and rage!"" 511:02,058[A ]| If I approve, 511:02,058@w | ""Commend it to$4$ the Stage."" 511:02,059[A ]| There (thank my Stars) my whole Commission ends, 511:02,060[A ]| The Players and I are, luckily, no$2$ friends. 511:02,061[A ]| Fired that$3$ the House reject him, 511:02,061@w | ""'Sdeath I will$1$ print it 511:02,062@w | And shame the Fools ~~ your Interest, Sir, with \Lintot\."" 511:02,063[A ]| \Lintot\, dull rogue! will$1$ think your price too much. 511:02,064@w | ""Not Sir, if you revise it, and retouch."" 511:02,065[A ]| All my demurs but double his attacks, 511:02,066[A ]| At last he whispers 511:02,066@w | ""Do, and we go snacks."" 511:02,067[A ]| Glad of a quarrel, strait I clap the door, 511:02,068[A ]| Sir, let me see your works and you no$2$ more. 511:02,069[A ]| It is sung, when \Midas'\ Ears began to$9$ spring, 511:02,070[A ]| (\Midas\, a sacred Person and a King) 511:02,071[A ]| His very Minister who$6#1$ spied them first, 511:02,072[A ]| (Some say his Queen) was forced to$9$ speak, or burst. 511:02,073[A ]| And is not mine, my Friend,a sorer case, 511:02,074[A ]| When every Coxcomb perks them in$4$ my face? 511:02,075@b | ""Good friend forbear! you deal in$4$ dangerous things, 511:02,076@b | I would never name Queens, Ministers, or King: 511:02,077@b | Keep close to$4$ Ears, and those let Asses prick, 511:02,078@b | It is nothing"" 511:02,078[A ]| ~~ Nothing? if they bite and kick? 511:02,079[A ]| Out with it, \Dunciad\! let the secret pass, 511:02,080[A ]| That$6#2$ Secret to$4$ each Fool, that$3$ he is an Ass: 511:02,081[A ]| The truth once told, (and wherefore should we lie?) 511:02,082[A ]| The Queen of \Midas\ slept, and so$3$ may I. 511:02,083[A ]| You think this cruel? take it for$4$ a rule, 511:02,084[A ]| No$2$ creature smarts so$5#1$ little as a Fool. 511:02,085[A ]| Let Peals of Laughter, \Codrus\! round thee break, 511:02,086[A ]| Thou unconcerned canst hear the mighty Crack. 511:02,087[A ]| Pit, Box and Gallery in$4$ convulsions hurled, 511:02,088[A ]| Thou standest unshook amidst a bursting World. 511:02,089[A ]| Who$6#2$ shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb through, 511:02,090[A ]| He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew; 511:02,091[A ]| Destroy his Fib, or Sophistry; in$4$ vain, 511:02,092[A ]| The Creature is at his dirty work again; 511:02,093[A ]| Throned in$4$ the Centre of his thin designs; 511:02,094[A ]| Proud of a vast Extent of flimsy lines. 511:02,095[A ]| Whom have I hurt? has Poet yet, or Peer, 511:02,096[A ]| Lost the arched eye-brow, or \Parnassian\ sneer? 511:02,097[A ]| And has not \Colly\ still his Lord, and Whore? 511:02,098[A ]| His Butchers \Henley\, his Free-masons \Moor\? 511:02,099[A ]| Does not one Table \Bavius\ still admit? 511:02,100[A ]| Still to$4$ one Bishop \Philips\ seem a Wit? 511:02,101[A ]| Still \Sapho\ ~~ 511:02,101@b | ""Hold! for$4$ God-sake ~~ you will$1$ offend: 511:02,102@b | No$2$ Names ~~ be calm ~~ learn Prudence of a Friend: 511:02,103@b | I too could write, and I am twice as tall, 511:02,104@b | But Foes like$4$ these!"" 511:02,104[A ]| ~~ One Flatterer is worse than all; 511:02,105[A ]| Of all mad Creatures, if the Learned are right, 511:02,106[A ]| It is the Slaver kills, and not the Bite. 511:02,107[A ]| A Fool quite angry is quite innocent; 511:02,108[A ]| Alas! it is ten times worse when they \repent\. 511:02,109[A ]| One dedicates, in$4$ high Heroic prose, 511:02,110[A ]| And ridicules beyond a hundred foes; 511:02,111[A ]| One from all \Grubstreet\ will$1$ my fame defend, 511:02,112[A ]| And, more abusive, calls himself my friend. 511:02,113[A ]| This prints my Letters, that$6#2$ expects a Bribe, 511:02,114[A ]| And others roar aloud, 511:02,114@x | ""Subscribe, subscribe."" 511:02,115[A ]| There are, who$6#1$ to$4$ my Person pay their court, 511:02,116[A ]| I cough like$4$ \Horace\, and though lean, am short, 511:02,117[A ]| \Amnon's\ great Son one shoulder had too high, 511:02,118[A ]| Such \Ovid's\ nose, and 511:02,118@x | ""Sir! you have an \Eye\ ~~ "" 511:02,119[A ]| Go on$5$, obliging Creatures, make me see 511:02,120[A ]| All that$6#1$ disgraced my Betters, met in$4$ me: 511:02,121[A ]| Say for$4$ my comfort, languishing in$4$ bed, 511:02,122@x | ""Just so$5#2$ immortal \Maro\ held his head:"" 511:02,123[A ]| And when I die, be sure you let me know 511:02,124[A ]| Great \Homer\ died three thousand years ago. 511:02,125[A ]| Why did I write? what sin to$4$ me unknown 511:02,126[A ]| Dipped me in$4$ Ink, my Parents', or my own? 511:02,127[A ]| As yet a Child, nor yet a Fool to$4$ Fame, 511:02,128[A ]| I lisped in$4$ Numbers, for$3$ the Numbers came. 511:02,129[A ]| I left no$2$ Calling for$4$ this idle trade, 511:02,130[A ]| No$2$ Duty broke, no$2$ Father disobeyed. 511:02,131[A ]| The Muse but served to$9$ ease some Friend, not Wife, 511:02,132[A ]| To$9$ help me through this long Disease, my Life, 511:02,133[A ]| To$9$ second, ARBUTHNOT! thy Art and Care, 511:02,134[A ]| And teach, the Being you preserved, to$9$ bear. 511:02,135[A ]| But why then publish? \Granville\ the polite, 511:02,136[A ]| And knowing \Walsh\, would tell me I could write; 511:02,137[A ]| Well-natured \Garth\ inflamed with early praise, 511:02,138[A ]| And \Congreve\ loved, and \Swift\ endured my Lays; 511:02,139[A ]| The Courtly \Talbot, Somers, Sheffield\ read,, 511:02,140[A ]| Even mitred \Rochester\ would nod the head, 511:02,141[A ]| And \St%*John's\ self (great \Dryden's\ friends before) 511:02,142[A ]| With open arms received one Poet more. 511:02,143[A ]| Happy my Studies, when by$4$ these approved! 511:02,144[A ]| Happier their Author, when by$4$ these beloved! 511:02,145[A ]| From these the world will$1$ judge of Men and Books, 511:02,146[A ]| Not from the \Burnets, Oldmixons\, and \Cooks\. 511:02,147[A ]| Soft were my Numbers, who$6#2$ could take offence 511:02,148[A ]| While pure Description held the place of Sense? 511:02,149[A ]| Like$4$ gentle \Fanny's\ was my flowery Theme, 511:02,150[A ]| A painted Mistress, or a purling Stream. 511:02,151[A ]| Yet then did \Gildon\ draw his venal quill; 511:02,152[A ]| I wished the man a dinner, and sat still: 511:02,153[A ]| Yet then did \Dennis\ rave in$4$ furious fret; 511:02,154[A ]| I never answered, I was not in$4$ debt: 511:02,155[A ]| If want provoked, or madness made them print, 511:02,156[A ]| I waged no$2$ war with \Bedlam\ or the \Mint\. 511:02,157[A ]| Did some more sober Critic come abroad? 511:02,158[A ]| If wrong, I smiled; if right, I kissed the rod. 511:02,159[A ]| Pains, reading, study, are their just pretence, 511:02,160[A ]| And all they want is spirit, taste, and sense. 511:02,161[A ]| Commas and points they set exactly right, 511:02,162[A ]| And it were a sin to$9$ rob them of their Mite. 511:02,163[A ]| Yet never one sprig of Laurel graced these ribalds, 511:02,164[A ]| From slashing \Bentley\ down to$4$ piddling \Tibalds\. 511:02,165[A ]| Each Wight who$6#1$ reads not, and but scans and spells, 511:02,166[A ]| Each Word-catcher that$6#1$ lives on$4$ syllables, 511:02,167[A ]| Even such small Critics some regard may claim, 511:02,168[A ]| Preserved in$4$ \Milton's\ or in$4$ \Shakespear's\ name. 511:02,169[A ]| Pretty! in$4$ Amber to$9$ observe the forms 511:02,170[A ]| Of airs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms; 511:02,171[A ]| The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, 511:02,172[A ]| But wonder how the Devil they got there? 511:02,173[A ]| Were others angry? I excused them too; 511:02,174[A ]| Well might they rage; I gave them but their due. 511:02,175[A ]| A man's true merit it is not hard to$9$ find, 511:02,176[A ]| But each man's secret standard in$4$ his mind, 511:02,177[A ]| That$6#2$ Casting-weight Pride adds to$4$ Emptiness, 511:02,178[A ]| This, who$6#2$ can gratify? for$3$ who$6#2$ can \guess\? 511:02,179[A ]| The Bard whom pilfered Pastorals renown, 511:02,180[A ]| Who$6#1$ turns a \Persian\ Tale for$4$ half a crown, 511:02,181[A ]| Just writes to$9$ make his barrenness appear, 511:02,182[A ]| And strains from hard-bound brains eight lines a-year: 511:02,183[A ]| He, who$6#1$ still wanting though he lives on$4$ theft, 511:02,184[A ]| Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left: 511:02,185[A ]| And he, who$6#1$ now to$4$ sense, now nonsense leaning, 511:02,186[A ]| Means not, but blunders round about a meaning: 511:02,187[A ]| And he, whose Fustian is so$5#1$ sublimely bad, 511:02,188[A ]| It is not Poetry, but Prose run mad: 511:02,189[A ]| All these, my modest Satire bade \translate\, 511:02,190[A ]| And owned, that$3$ nine such Poets made a \Tate\. 511:02,191[A ]| How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe? 511:02,192[A ]| And swear, not \Addison\ himself was safe. 511:02,193[A ]| Peace to$4$ all such! but were there One whose fires 511:02,194[A ]| True Genius kindles, and fair Fame inspires, 511:02,195[A ]| Blest with each Talent and each Art to$9$ please, 511:02,196[A ]| And born to$9$ write, converse, and live with ease: 511:02,197[A ]| Should such a man, too fond to$9$ rule alone, 511:02,198[A ]| Bear, like$4$ the \Turk\, no$2$ brother near the throne, 511:02,199[A ]| View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, 511:02,200[A ]| And hate for$4$ Arts that$6#1$ caused himself to$9$ rise; 511:02,201[A ]| Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, 511:02,202[A ]| And without sneering, teach the rest to$9$ sneer; 511:02,203[A ]| Willing to$9$ wound, and yet afraid to$9$ strike, 511:02,204[A ]| Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; 511:02,205[A ]| Alike reserved to$9$ blame, or to$9$ commend, 511:02,206[A ]| A timorous foe, and a suspicious friend, 511:02,207[A ]| Dreading even fools, by$4$ Flatterers besieged, 511:02,208[A ]| And so$5#1$ obliging that$3$ he never obliged; 511:02,209[A ]| Like$4$ \Cato\, give his little Senate laws, 511:02,210[A ]| And sit attentive to$4$ his own applause; 511:02,211[A ]| While Wits and Templers every sentence raise, 511:02,212[A ]| And wonder with a foolish face of praise. 511:02,213[A ]| Who$6#2$ but must laugh, if such a man there be? 511:02,214[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not weep, if \Atticus\ were he! 511:02,215[A ]| What though my Name stood rubric on$4$ the walls? 511:02,216[A ]| Or plastered posts, with Claps in$4$ capitals? 511:02,217[A ]| Or smoking forth, a hundred Hawkers load, 511:02,218[A ]| On$4$ Wings of Winds came flying all abroad? 511:02,219[A ]| I sought no$2$ homage from the Race that$6#1$ write; 511:02,220[A ]| I kept, like$4$ \Asian\ Monarchs, from their sight: 511:02,221[A ]| Poems I heeded (nor be-rhymed so$5#1$ long) 511:02,222[A ]| No$2$ more than Thou, great GEORGE! a Birth-day Song. 511:02,223[A ]| I never with Wits or Witlings past my days, 511:02,224[A ]| To$9$ spread about the Itch of Verse and Praise; 511:02,225[A ]| Nor like$4$ a Puppy daggled through the Town, 511:02,226[A ]| To$9$ fetch and carry Sing-song up$5$ and down; 511:02,227[A ]| Nor at Rehearsals sweat, and mouthed, and cried, 511:02,228[A ]| With Handkerchief and Orange at my side: 511:02,229[A ]| But sick of Fops, and Poetry, and Prate, 511:02,230[A ]| To$4$ \Bufo\ left the whole \Castalian\ State. 511:02,231[A ]| Proud, as \Apollo\ on$4$ his forked hill, 511:02,232[A ]| Sat full-blown \Bufo\, puffed by$4$ every quill; 511:02,233[A ]| Fed with soft Dedication all day long, 511:02,234[A ]| \Horace\ and he went hand in$4$ hand in$4$ song. 511:02,235[A ]| His Library, (where Busts of Poets dead 511:02,236[A ]| And a true \Pindar\ stood without a head) 511:02,237[A ]| Received of Wits an undistinguished race, 511:02,238[A ]| Who$6#1$ first his Judgment asked, and then a Place: 511:02,239[A ]| Much they extolled his Pictures, much his Seat, 511:02,240[A ]| And flattered every day, and some days eat: 511:02,241[A ]| Till grown more frugal in$4$ his riper days, 511:02,242[A ]| He paid some Bards with Port, and some with Praise, 511:02,243[A ]| To$4$ some a dry Rehearsal was assigned, 511:02,244[A ]| And others (harder still) he paid in$4$ kind. 511:02,245[A ]| \Dryden\ alone (what wonder?) came not nigh, 511:02,246[A ]| \Dryden\ alone escaped this judging eye: 511:02,247[A ]| But still the Great have kindness in$4$ reserve, 511:02,248[A ]| He helped to$9$ bury whom he helped to$9$ starve. 511:02,249[A ]| May some choice Patron bless each gray goose quill! 511:02,250[A ]| May every \Bavius\ have his \Bufo\ still! 511:02,251[A ]| So$3$, when a Statesman wants a Day's defence, 511:02,252[A ]| Or Envy holds a whole Week's war with Sense, 511:02,253[A ]| Or simple Pride for$4$ Flattery makes demands; 511:02,254[A ]| May Dunce by$4$ Dunce be whistled off my hands! 511:02,255[A ]| Blest be the \Great\! for$4$ those they take away, 511:02,256[A ]| And those they left me ~~ For$3$ they left me GAY, 511:02,257[A ]| Left me to$9$ see neglected Genius bloom, 511:02,258[A ]| Neglected die! and tell it on$4$ his Tomb; 511:02,259[A ]| Of all thy blameless Life the sole Return 511:02,260[A ]| My Verse, and QUEENSBERRY weeping over thy Urn! 511:02,261[A ]| Oh let me live my own! and die so$5#2$ too! 511:02,262@z | (""To$9$ live and die is all I have to$9$ do:"") 511:02,263[A ]| Maintain a Poet's Dignity and Ease, 511:02,264[A ]| And see what friends, and read what books I please. 511:02,265[A ]| Above a Patron, though I condescend 511:02,266[A ]| Sometimes to$9$ call a Minister my Friend: 511:02,267[A ]| I was not born for$4$ Courts or great Affairs, 511:02,268[A ]| I pay my Debts, believe, and say my Prayers, 511:02,269[A ]| Can sleep without a Poem in$4$ my head, 511:02,270[A ]| Nor know, if \Dennis\ be alive or dead. 511:02,271[A ]| Why am I asked, what next shall see the light? 511:02,272[A ]| Heavens! was I born for$4$ nothing but to$9$ write? 511:02,273[A ]| Has Life no$2$ Joys for$4$ me? or (to$9$ be grave) 511:02,274[A ]| Have I no$2$ Friend to$9$ serve, no$2$ Soul to$9$ save? 511:02,275@x | ""I found him close with \Swift\"" ~~ 511:02,275@w | ""Indeed? no$2$ doubt"" 511:02,276[A ]| (Cries prating \Balbus\) 511:02,276@w | ""something will$1$ come out."" 511:02,277[A ]| It is all in$4$ vain, deny it as I will$1$. 511:02,278@w | ""No$7$, such a Genius never can lie still,"" 511:02,279[A ]| And then for$4$ mine obligingly mistakes 511:02,280[A ]| The first Lampoon \Sir*Will%\ or \Bubo\ makes. 511:02,281[A ]| Poor guiltless I! and can I chuse but smile, 511:02,282[A ]| When every Coxcomb knowns me by$4$ my \Style\? 511:02,283[A ]| Curst be the Verse, how well soever it flow, 511:02,284[A ]| That$6#1$ tends to$9$ make one worthy Man my foe, 511:02,285[A ]| Give Virtue scandal, Innocence a fear, 511:02,286[A ]| Or from the soft-eyed Virgin steal a tear! 511:02,287[A ]| But he, who$6#1$ hurts a harmless neighbour's peace, 511:02,288[A ]| Insults fallen Worth, or Beauty in$4$ distress, 511:02,289[A ]| Who$6#1$ loves a Lie, lame slander helps about, 511:02,290[A ]| Who$6#1$ writes a Libel, or who$6#1$ copies out: 511:02,291[A ]| That$6#2$ Fop whose pride affects a Patron's name, 511:02,292[A ]| Yet absent, wounds an Author's honest fame; 511:02,293[A ]| Who$6#1$ can your Merit selfishly approve, 511:02,294[A ]| And show the Sense of it, without the Love; 511:02,295[A ]| Who$6#1$ has the Vanity to$9$ call you Friend, 511:02,296[A ]| Yet wants the Honour injured to$9$ defend; 511:02,297[A ]| Who$6#1$ tells whatever you think, whatever you say, 511:02,298[A ]| And, if he lie not, must at least betray: 511:02,299[A ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ the \Dean\ and \silver Bell\ can swear, 511:02,300[A ]| And sees at \Cannons\ what was never there: 511:02,301[A ]| Who$6#1$ reads but with a Lust to$9$ mis-apply, 511:02,302[A ]| Make Satire a Lampoon, and Fiction, Lie. 511:02,303[A ]| A Lash like$4$ mine no$2$ honest man shall dread, 511:02,304[A ]| But all such babbling blockheads in$4$ his stead. 511:02,305[A ]| Let \Sporus\ tremble !! 511:02,305@b | ""What? that$6#2$ Thing of silk, 511:02,306@b | \Sporus\, that$6#2$ mere white Curd of Ass's milk? 511:02,307@b | Satire or Sense alas! can \Sporus\ feel? 511:02,308@b | Who$6#2$ breaks a Butterfly upon$4$ a Wheel?"" 511:02,309[A ]| Yet let me flap this Bug with gilded wings, 511:02,310[A ]| This painted Child of Dirt that$6#1$ stinks and stings; 511:02,311[A ]| Whose Buzz the Witty and the Fair annoys, 511:02,312[A ]| Yet Wit never tastes, and Beauty never enjoys, 511:02,313[A ]| So$5#2$ well-bred Spaniels civilly delight 511:02,314[A ]| In$4$ mumbling of the Game they dare not bite. 511:02,315[A ]| Eternal Smiles his Emptiness betreay, 511:02,316[A ]| As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. 511:02,317[A ]| Whether in$4$ florid Impotence he speaks, 511:02,318[A ]| And, as the Prompter breathes, the Puppet squeaks; 511:02,319[A ]| Or at the Ear of \Eve\, familiar Toad, 511:02,320[A ]| Half Froth, half Venom, spits himself abroad, 511:02,321[A ]| In$4$ Puns, or Politics, or Tales, or Lies, 511:02,322[A ]| Or Spite, or Smut, or Rhymes, or Blasphemies. 511:02,323[A ]| His Wit all see-saw between \that$6#2$\ and \this\, 511:02,324[A ]| Now high, now low, now Master up$5$, now Miss, 511:02,325[A ]| And he himself one vile Antithesis. 511:02,326[A ]| Amphibious Thing! that$6#1$ acting either Part, 511:02,327[A ]| The trifling Head, or the corrupted Heart! 511:02,328[A ]| Fop at the Toilet, Flatterer at the Board, 511:02,329[A ]| Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord. 511:02,330[A ]| \Eve's\ Tempter thus the Rabbins have exprest, 511:02,331[A ]| A Cherub's face, a Reptile all the rest; 511:02,332[A ]| Beauty that$6#1$ shocks you, Parts that$6#1$ none will$1$ trust, 511:02,333[A ]| Wit that$6#1$ can creep, and Pride that$6#1$ licks the dust. 511:02,334[A ]| Not Fortune's Worshipper, nor Fashion's Fool, 511:02,335[A ]| Not Lucre's Madman, nor Ambition's Tool, 511:02,336[A ]| Not proud, nor servile, be one Poet's praise 511:02,337[A ]| That$3$, if he pleased, he pleased by$4$ manly ways; 511:02,338[A ]| That$3$ Flattery, even to$4$ Kings, he held a shame, 511:02,339[A ]| And thought a Lie in$4$ Verse or Prose the same: 511:02,340[A ]| That$3$ not in$4$ Fancy's Maze he wandered long, 511:02,341[A ]| But stooped to$4$ Truth, and moralized his song: 511:02,342[A ]| That$3$ not for$4$ Fame, but Virtue's better end, 511:02,343[A ]| He stood the furious Foe, the timid Friend, 511:02,344[A ]| The damning Critic, half-approving Wit, 511:02,345[A ]| The Coxcomb hit, or fearing to$9$ be hit; 511:02,346[A ]| Laughed at the loss of Friends he never had, 511:02,347[A ]| The dull, the proud, the wicked, and the mad; 511:02,348[A ]| The distant Threats of Vengeance on$4$ his head, 511:02,349[A ]| The Blow unfelt, the Tear he never shed; 511:02,350[A ]| The tale revived, the Lie so$5#1$ oft overthrown; 511:02,351[A ]| The imputed Trash, and Dulness not his own; 511:02,352[A ]| The Morals blackened when the Writings escape; 511:02,353[A ]| The libelled Person, and the pictured Shape; 511:02,354[A ]| Abuse on$4$ all he loved, or loved him, spread, 511:02,355[A ]| A Friend in$4$ Exile, or a Father, dead; 511:02,356[A ]| The Whisper that$3$ to$4$ Greatness still too near, 511:02,357[A ]| Perhaps, yet vibrates on$4$ his SOVEREIGN'S Ear ~~ 511:02,358[A ]| Welcome for$4$ thee, fair Virtue! all the past: 511:02,359[A ]| For$4$ thee, fair Virtue! welcome even the \last\! 511:02,360@b | ""But why insult the Poor, affront the Great?"" 511:02,361[A ]| A Knave is a Knave, to$4$ me, in$4$ every State, 511:02,362[A ]| Alike my scorn, if he succeed or fail, 511:02,363[A ]| \Sporus\ at Court, or \Japhet\ in$4$ a Jail, 511:02,364[A ]| A hireling Scribler, or a hireling Peer, 511:02,365[A ]| Knight of the Post corrupt, or of the Shire, 511:02,366[A ]| If on$4$ a Pillory, or near a Throne, 511:02,367[A ]| He gain his Prince's Ear, or lose his own. 511:02,368[A ]| Yet soft by$4$ Nature, more a Dupe than Wit, 511:02,369[A ]| \Sapho\ can tell you how this Man was bit 511:02,370[A ]| This dreaded Satirist \Dennis\ will$1$ confess 511:02,371[A ]| Foe to$4$ his Pride, but Friend to$4$ his Distress: 511:02,372[A ]| So$5#1$ humble, he has knocked at \Tibbald's\ door, 511:02,373[A ]| Has drunk with \Cibber\, nay has rhymed for$4$ \Moor\. 511:02,374[A ]| Full ten years slandered, did he once reply? 511:02,375[A ]| Three thousand Suns went down on$4$ \Welsted's\ Lie: 511:02,376[A ]| To$9$ please a \Mistress\, One aspersed his life; 511:02,377[A ]| He lashed him not, but let her be his \Wife\: 511:02,378[A ]| Let \Budgel\ charge low \Grubstreet\ on$4$ his quill, 511:02,379[A ]| And write whatever he pleased, except his \Will$0$\; 511:02,380[A ]| Let the \Two Curls\ of Town and Court, abuse 511:02,381[A ]| His Father, Mother, Body, Soul, and Muse. 511:02,382[A ]| Yet why? that$6#2$ Father held it for$4$ a rule 511:02,383[A ]| It was a Sin to$9$ call our Neighbour Fool, 511:02,384[A ]| That$6#2$ harmless Mother thought no$2$ wife a Whore, ~~ 511:02,385[A ]| Hear this! and spare his Family, \James*More\! 511:02,386[A ]| Unspotted Names! and memorable long, 511:02,387[A ]| If there be Force in$4$ Virtue, or in$4$ Song. 511:02,388[A ]| Of gentle Blood (part shed in$4$ Honour's Cause, 511:02,389[A ]| While yet in$4$ \Britain\ Honour had Applause) 511:02,390[A ]| Each Parent sprung ~~ ""What Fortune, pray?"" ~~ 511:02,390[A ]| Their own, 511:02,391[A ]| And better got than \Bestia's\ from the Throne. 511:02,392[A ]| Born to$4$ no$2$ Pride, inheriting no$2$ Strife, 511:02,393[A ]| Nor marrying Discord in$4$ a Noble Wife, 511:02,394[A ]| Stranger to$4$ Civil and Religious Rage, 511:02,395[A ]| The good Man walked innoxious through his Age. 511:02,396[A ]| No$2$ Courts he saw, no$2$ Suits would ever try, 511:02,397[A ]| Nor dared an Oath, nor hazarded a Lie: 511:02,398[A ]| Un-learned, he knew no$2$ Schoolman's subtle Art, 511:02,399[A ]| No$2$ Language, but the Language of the Heart. 511:02,400[A ]| By$4$ Nature honest, by$4$ Experience wise, 511:02,401[A ]| Healthy by$4$ Temperance and by$4$ Exercise: 511:02,402[A ]| His Life, though long, to$4$ sickness past unknown, 511:02,403[A ]| His Death was instant, and without a groan. 511:02,404[A ]| Oh grant me thus to$9$ live, and thus to$9$ die! 511:02,405[A ]| Who$6#1$ sprung from Kings shall know less joy than I. 511:02,406[A ]| O Friend! may each Domestic Bliss be thine! 511:02,407[A ]| Be no$2$ unpleasing Melancholy mine: 511:02,408[A ]| Me, let the tender Office long engage 511:02,409[A ]| To$9$ rock the Cradle of reposing Age, 511:02,410[A ]| With lenient Arts extend a Mother's breath, 511:02,411[A ]| Make Languor smile, and smooth the Bed of Death, 511:02,412[A ]| Explore the Thought, explain the asking Eye, 511:02,413[A ]| And keep a while one Parent from the Sky! 511:02,414[A ]| On$4$ Cares like$4$ these if Length of days attend, 511:02,415[A ]| May Heaven, to$9$ bless those days, preserve my Friend, 511:02,416[A ]| Preserve his social, chearful, and serene, 511:02,417[A ]| And just as rich as when he served a QUEEN! 511:02,418[A ]| Whether that$6#2$ Blessing be denied, or given, 511:02,419[A ]| Thus far was right, the rest belongs to$4$ Heaven.