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ﬂDVERTISEMENT.

' H I S Paper is a Sort of Bill of
I Complaint, heganmany ﬁarsﬂnoe,
and drawn up hy ﬁiatehes, a: the
ﬂerv'eral Ooeaﬁons mﬁ’r’o’. I had no thought:
if pahli/hingit, till it pleas’a’ fame Perﬁns
of Rank and Fortnne [the Authors of Van
fes to the Imitator of Horace, and of an
Epiﬂle to a Doé’cor of Divinity from a No~
bleman at Hampton Court,] to attack in a
very extraordinary Manner, not only my
Writings ( of which being pnhliok the
Pithliok jna'ge) hat my Perfon, Morals and
Family, whereof to thoﬂz who know me not,
a traer Information may he reqaiﬂte. Be-
ing diwiaed hetween the Neeeﬂty to fay
fomething of Myfelf, and my own Lazineﬂ‘
to andertakeﬂ) awkward a 'Task, I thought
it the jhorte/t way to put the laﬂ hana’ to
this Epi/tle. If it have any thing plea/ing,
it will he ‘T hat by which I am my} a’e trons
to pleafe, the Truth and the Sentiment;
ana’ if any thing oﬂenfrve, it will he only to
thofe I am leaﬂﬁirry to ofend, the Vicious
orthc Ungenerou's.

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94D VERTISEMENR '

Many will know their own Piﬁures in
it, there heing not a Ciroumﬂanee hut what
is true ; hut I have, for the moji part fpar’d
their -Names, and they may eﬂ‘ape heing
laugh’d at, if they plea/2:.

I would harveﬁime of them know, it may
owing to the Reque/t of the learned and can—
did Friend to whom it is inferihed, that I
make not as free ufe of theirs as they have
done of mine. However I jhall have this
ﬂd‘vantage, and Honour, on my ﬂue, that
whereas hy their proceeding, any ﬂhufe
may he direﬁed at any man, no Injury can
pzﬂihiy he done hy mine,ﬂnee a Namele/Is
Charati‘er can never he found out, hut hy its:
Tr uth and Likenefs. ‘
  

" Dr. ARBUTHNO T.

HUT, lhut the Door, good 70/271! fatigu’d I
faid,
Tye up the knocker, fay I’m lick, I’m dead,

 

The Dog-ﬂar rages ! nay’ ’tis pal’t a doubt,

All Bedlam, all Parmﬂ‘m, islet out:

Fire in their Eye, and Papers in their hand, s

They race, recite, and madden round the land.
What Walls can guard me, or what ﬂiades can hide?

They pierce my Thickets, thro’ my Grot they glide,

By land, by water, they renew the charge, ' ‘

They flop the Chariot, and they board the Barge. lO_

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No place is faCred, not the Church is Free,
Ev’n Sunday fhines no Sabbatb~day to me.
Then from the Mini walks forth the Man of Ryme,
_ Happy! to catch me, juﬁat Dinner—time.

Is there a Parfon, much be-mus’d in Beer, 15
A maudlin Poetcfs, a ryming Peer,
A Clerk, foredoom’d his Father’s foul to croﬁs,
Who pens a Stanza when he fhould engrojir'?
Is there, who lock’d from Ink and‘Paper', {crawls
With defp’rate Charcole round his darken’d walls? at;
All ﬂy to Twitt’mm, and in humble ﬁrain
Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain,
_* ﬂrthm, whofe giddy Son neglects the Laws,
imputes to me and my damn’d works the caufe:
Poor 'l Comm fees his frantic Wile elope, 2s

And curfes Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.

Friend-to my Life, (which did not you prolong,
The World had wanted many an idle Song)
What Drop or Nrylrum can this Plague remove?
Or which muﬂ end me, a Fool’s Wrath or Love? 3:»
A dire Dilemma! either way I’m fped,
If Foes, they write, if Friends, they read me dead.

Seiz’d

M—-.-'-é—, Efq; T Was fame Gentlemam

 

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S'éi'z’d and ty’d down tojudge, how wretched I 2‘

Who can’t be ﬁlent, and who will not lye ;‘

To laugh, were want of Goodnefs and of Grace, 3 5

And to be grave, exceeds all Pow’r of F ace.

I ﬁt with fad Civility, I read;

With honeﬂ anguifh, and an aking head ;

And drop at laﬂ, hut in unwilling ears,

This faving counfel, “ Keep your Piece nine Years. 4.
Nine years! cries he, who high in Dru-ry-lam

Lull'd by {oft Zephyrs thro’ the broken Pane,

Rymes e’re he wakes, and prints before Term ends,

Oblig’d by hunger and Requeﬂ of friends:

“ The Piece you think is incorrect? why takeit, 4;

‘5‘ I’m all fubmiﬂion, what you'd have it, make in",

Three things another's model’s wifhes bound,
My Friendﬂiip, and a Prologue, and ten Pounds

*3, Pitboleon fends to me : “ You know his Gracc,
“ Iwanrai Patron; ask him for a Place." 5‘9
Pitboleon libell’d me—-—-“ but here’s a Letter
6‘ Informs you Sir, ’twas when he knew no better;
“ Dare you refufe him? Cur! invites to dine,
“ He’ll write a “journal, or he'll turn Divine. "

Bleﬁ:

* The Amber of Timoleae.

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Bleﬁ me! a Packet.—--“ ’Tis a [hanger ﬁles, 55
R A Virgin Tragedy, anOrphati Mule};
If I aim}: it,‘ “' Furies, death and rage a
If I approve, “ Commend it to the Stage. "
There (thank my Stars) my Whole Commiﬂionends,
The Play’rs and I are, luckily, no friends. 60
Fir’d that the Houfe rejeé‘t him, “ ’fdeath I’ll print it
‘“ And ﬂiame the FoolSh-your Int’reﬂ, Sir, with Lintor
Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much.
“ Not Sir, if you rcvifc it, and retoucht ”
All my demurrs but double his attacks, 6 5
At 13?: he whifpers “ Do, and‘we go ﬁlacks.”
Glad of a quarrel, limit I clap the door;
Sir, let me fee your works and you no more.
’Tis fang, when Midm’ Ears began to fpring,
(Miami, a facred Perfon and a King) ._ - 70
His very Miniﬂer who {py’d him ﬁrﬁ,

 

(Some fay his * (blew) was forC’d to fyeak, or burﬁ.

 
 
  
  
 
    

And is not mine, my Friend a forer cafe,
When ev‘ry Coxcomb perks them in my face?
“ Good.

 

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5‘ Good friend forbear, you dea‘! in dang‘rousthingg,
“ I’d never name Qleens, Miniﬂcrs, 01' Kings;

“ Keep clofe to Ears, and theft letAﬂésprick, 7 5
“ 'Tis nothing "—-Nothing? if they hire and kick?
Out with it, Dunciul.’ let the fecret paﬁ,

That Secret to each Fool, that he's an AG:

The Truth once told, (and wherefore fhould welie?)
The Queen of Mida: ﬂeptt and fo may I. So

You think this cruel? take it for a rule,

No Creature fmarts f0 little as a F 00].
Let Peals of Laughter, Codrm.’ round thee break,
Thou unconcern’d canﬁ hear the mighty Crack.
Pit, Box and Gaﬂ'ry in convulﬁons hurl'd, 8;
Thou ﬁand’ft unfhook amidﬂ a burﬁing World.
Who fhames a Scribler? break one cobweb thro',
He {pins the ﬂight, {elf-pleating thread anew;
Deﬂroy his Fib, or Sophiﬁry; in vain,
The Creature’s at his dirty work again; 90‘
Thron’d in the Centre ofhis thin deﬁgns; _
Proud of a va& Extent of Himzy lines,
Whom have I hurt? has Poet yet, or Peer,
Left the arch’d eyebrow, or I’m-mtg?” fueer? '

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And has not *1 Cally {1111 his Lord and whore? 9:5
His-Butchers :l: Henley, his Free-mafons Moore ?
.Does not one Table Baoim ﬁill admit?

Still to one B—p P—s‘ feems a Wit?

Still Sapba -- “ Hold! nay fee you, you’ll offend:
“ No Names-rbecalm-elearn. Prudence of a F riend‘
“ I too could write, and I am twice as tall, (all ;
“ But Foes like thefe! —- One Flatt’rers worfe than
Of all mad Creatures, if the learn’d are right,

It is the Slaver kills, and no: the Rite.

 

A Fool quite angry is quite innocent; ' ‘ 105 1 ‘

Truﬁ me, ’tis ten times worfe when they repent.

One dedicates, in high Heroic profe,
And ridicules beyond a hundred foes;
One from all Grub—[Erect will my fame defend ;

 

And, more abuﬁve, calls himfelf, my friend.
This prints my Letters, that expeas a Bribe,

And others roar aloud, “ Subl'cribe, fuberibe,

  
 
 
  
     

There are, who to my Perfon pay their court,
I cough like Horace, and tho’ lean, am ihort.

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Jimmon’s great Son one fhoulder had too high,
Such Ovid’s nofe, and “ Sit! you have an eye;
Go on, obliging Creamres, make me fee

All that difgrac’d my Betters, met in me 3. .
Say for my comfort, languiﬂiing in bed,

“ juil fo immortal Mara held his head :

And when I die, befure you let me know
Great Homer dy’d threeth'ouihnd years ago;

Why did I write? whatﬁn to me unknown
Dipt me in Ink, my Parent's,_or my own ?
As yet a Child, nor yet a Fool to Fame, . v
I lifp’d in Numbers for the Numbers came;

I left no Calling for this idle trade,
No Duty brolte, no Father difobey'd.

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123

The Mufe but ferv'd to cafe fome Friend, not Wife,

To help me thro’ this long Difeafe, my Life,
To fecond, Annvrnuor! thy Art and Care,

And teach, the Being you pteferr’d, to bear.

130

But why, then publilh? :l: Granville the polite,
And knowingWal/b, would tell meI could write;

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Well natur‘cl Garth inﬂam’d with early praile,‘
And Congreoe lov'd, and Stefﬁ cndur’d my Lays; 13 g
The Courtlyv‘ll’albat, Some”, Sbeﬁield read,
Ev’n mitred Rocbeﬂer would nod the head,
And St. jebn’s {elf (great Dryden’s friends before 1‘)
With open Armsreceiv'd one Poet more;
Happy my Studies, when by thefe approv'd! 14o
Happier their Author, when by thefe belov’d !

From thefe the world will judge of Men and Books,
Not from the "‘ Burnett, Oldmixom, and Cooks.

Soft were my Numbers, who couid take offence
While pure Defcription held the place {of Seine "2 I 45'
Like gentle Damon's was my ﬂow’ry Theme,

A painted Miﬁrefs, or a purling ﬂream.
Yet then did Gilda» draw his venal (bill;
I wiﬂm’d the man a dinner, and fate ﬁll:
Yet then. did Denm'; rave in Furious fret ; 15 3
I never anfwer’d, I was not in debt:
If want provok’d, or madnefs made them print,
I wag’d no war with Bedlam or the Mint.
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. 1' All] the]: were Patron: or Admirer: of Mr. Dryden,
“20' a ﬁandalau: Libel againﬁ him, entitled Dryden’s
Satyr to his Mufe, ha: been printed in the Name qftlze
Lord Somers, ofrwbicb be war wholly ignor ant.

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Did form: more fober Critics vcome'ahroad ? T55

If wrong, I fmil’d ; if right, I kifs’d the rod.

Pains, reading; Rudy, are theirjuﬁ l’retence,

And all they want is fpirit, tafle, and fenfe.

Comma’s and points they fet exaétly right,

And ’twere aSin to rob them of their Mite. 16$

Yet ne’er one Sprig of Laurel grac’d thefe Rihbalds,

From ﬂafhing Bent!) down to pidling FZJibbaldJ.

The Wight who reads not, andbut fcans and fpells; "

The Word-catcher that lives on Syllahles, '

Such piece-meal Critics fome regard may claim, 165'

Preferv‘d in Mltaiz’s or in Shakqjﬁem’s Name.

Pretty! in Amber to ohferve the Forms

Of hairs9 or ﬂraws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms;

The Things, we know, are neither rich not rare,

But wonder bw the Devil they got there. I70

Were others angry ? I excus'd them too;
Well might they rage; I gave them but their due ;
A Man’s true Merit ’tis not hard to ﬁnd,
But each Man's fécret Standard in his Mind,
That 'caf’ting weight Pride adds to Emptinefs, 175
Thia who can gratify ? for who can grief}? ‘
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The Bard whom pilf ’red Paﬁorals renown,
Who turns aPaﬂan Tale for half aCrown,
Juli writes to make his Barrennefs appear;
And ﬂrains from hard-hound brains eight lines

a—year. ' 1 80

He, who ﬂill wanting tho' he lives on Theft,
Steals much, {pends little, yet has nothing left:
And he, who now to Senfe, now Nonfenfe leaning,
Means not, but blunders round about aMeaning:
And he, whofe Fuﬁian’s {o fublimely bad, 18$
It is not Poetry, but Prof'e run mad :
All thefe, my modeﬂ Satire bid tun/late,
And own’d, that nine fuch Poets made a fate.
How‘did they fume, and Ramp, and roar, and chafe?
How did they fwear, not 101de was fafe. 19o

Peace to all fuch! but were there one whofe ﬁres
True Genius kindles, and fair Fame infpires,
Bleﬁ with each Talent and each Art to pleafe,
And born to write, converfe, and live with cafe;
«Shou’d fuch a Man, too fond to rule alone, I 9 5'
Bear, like the Yin/e, no Brother near the Throne,
View him with fcornful, yet withjealous eyes,

And hate for Arts that caus'd himfelf to rife;

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Damn with faint praife, affent with civil leer,-

And without fneering, teach the reﬁ to fneer; ado
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to firike,

Jul’t hint 3 Fault, and heﬁtate diﬂike;

Alike referv'd to blame, or to commend,

A tim’rous Foe, and a fufpicious Friend,

Dreading ev’n Fools, by Flatterers beﬁeg’d, 20‘;
And ['0 obliging that he ne’er ohlig’d ';

Like Cato, give his little Senate laws,

,And {it attentive to his own Applaufe;

While Wits and Templars ev’ry Sentence raife,
And wonder with a foolifh face of praife ; ‘ are
Who but muﬂ laugh, if fuch a Man there be?

Who wou'd not weep, if Attic”: were he!

What tho' my Name {food rubric on the Walls?
Or plail’ter'd Poi’ts, with claps in capitals?
Or fmoaking forth, a hundred Hawkers lead, 215
On Wings of Winds came ﬂying all abroad?
I fought no homage from the Race that write ;-
I kept, like 4/2412 Monarchs, from their Sight.
Poems I heeded (now be-rym’d f0 long)

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I ne’er with Wits and Witlings pal’c my days,
To fpread about the Itch of Verfe and Praife; .
Nor like a Puppy daggled thro’ the Town, 220
To fetch and carry Sing-fong up and down;
Nor at Rehearfals fweat, and mouth’d, and cry’d,
With Handkerchief and Orange at my ﬁdc :
But ﬁck ofFops, and Poetry, and Prate,
To # Baﬁ; left the whole Caﬁalz'm State. 225

Proud, as x] 03-10 on his forked hill,

Sate full’blown Bufa; puﬁ’d by ev’ry quill ;
Fed with foft : Eedication all day long,
Horace and he went hand in hand in fong.
His Library; (where Bulls of Poets dead 2.3:)
And a true Piym’av {tood without a head)
Receiv’d of Wits an uudiﬂinguifh’d race;
Who ﬁrﬁ his judgment ask'd, and then a Place:
Much they eXtoll’d the Pié‘tures, much the Seat,
And ﬂatter’d ev’ry day, and Tome days eat: 233:
Till grown more frugal in his riper days,
He pay’d fame Bards with Port, and fome with Praife,
To fome a dry Rehearfal was afﬁgn’d,
And others (harder hill) he pay’d in kind.

May

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iter of State to K; G. I. Others think Mr. D---t
 
 

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May fame choice Patron blef’s? each gray gaof’e
quill .9

May ev”ry Bevin: have his‘Bzifa Hill!

50, when a Statefman wants a Day’s defence, 24.0

Or Envy holds a whole Week’s war with Senf’e,

Or {imple Pride for Flatt’ty makes demands;

May Dunce by Dunce be whiﬂled off~ my hands!

Blei’t be the Great ! for thofe they take away,

And thofe they leave men-For they left meGAY,

Left me to fee neglefted Genius bloom,

Negleﬁed die! and tell it on hisTomb ;

Of all thy blamelef's Life the fole Return

My Verfc, and Qgteemb’vy weeping o’er thy Urn!
Give me on Ylmmes’s Banks, in honel’: Eafe, 250

To fee what Friends, or read what Books I pleat-cf,

There let me live my own, and die fo too,

“ To live and die is all Ihave to do! ":

Above a Patron, tho’ I condefcend

Sometimes to call a Miniﬁer my Friend: \ as 5

I was not born for Courts or, vgtéatﬁﬂ'airs,

I pay my Debts, believe, and go to Pray’rs,

Can ﬂee’p without a Poem in my head,

Nor know, if Deny: be alive or deada

Why am I ask’d, ’what next {hall [ice the light?

Heav’nsl was I born for nothing but to write?
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Has Life no Joys for me? or (to be grave)

Have I no Friend to ferve, no Soul to ﬁve?

" I found him clofe with Swiftmlndccdz no doﬁ‘bt

(Cries prating Ballvm) “ fomcthing will come out,”
'Tis all in vain, deny it as I will.

“ No, fuch a Genius never can lye Frill,”

And then for mine obligingly millakea

The ﬁrl’t Lampoon Sir Will. or Buﬁ: makes.

Poor guiltlefs I ! and can I chufe but fmile, 279

When ev’ry COXComb knows me by my Sig/lea

Curl’t be theVerfe, how well foe'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy Man my foe,
Give Virtue fcandal, Innocence a fear,
Or from the foft-ey’d Virgin ﬁeal a tear l 275
But he, who hurts a harmlefs neighbour’s peace,
Infults fall’n Worth, or Beauty in diﬂrefi,
Who loves a Lye, lame {lander helps about,
Who writes a Libel, or who copies out :
The Pop Whofe pride aifeéis a Patton’s name, 2.8::
Yet ahfent, wounds an Author’s honei’t fame;
V‘Jho can your Merit felﬁfhly approve,
And ﬂow the Senfe of it, without the Love;
Who has the Vanity to call you Friend,

Yet wants the Honour injur’d to defend ; 2.8;

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W'ho tells whate'er you think, whate’er you fay,
And, if he lyes not, muPc at leafi betray:

Who to the #I Dean a’ndﬁloer Bell can fwear,

And fees at Cannon: what was never there:

Who reads but with a Lufi to miﬁapply, 29o
Make Satire a Lampoon, and Fiction, Lye;

A Laih like mine no honei’t man {hall dread,

But all fuch babling blackheads in his Read.

Let 1' Paris tremble—“ What? that Thing of ﬁlk,
“ Paris, that mere white Curd of Afs’s milk? 2’;
“ Satire or Shame alas! can Paris feel ?
“ Who breaks a Butterﬂy upon 3 Wheel?
Yet let me ﬂap this Bug with gilded wings,
This painted Child of Dirt that {links and Rings ;
W hofe Buzz the Witty and the Fair annoys, goo
Yet Wit ne’er taﬂes, and Beauty ne'er enjoys,
So well—bred Spaniels civilly delight
In mumbling of the Game they dare not bite.
Eternal Smiles his Emptinefs betray,
As fhallow fireams run dimpling all the way. 305
Whether in ﬂorid Impotence he fpeaks,
And, as the Prompter breathes, the Puppet fqueaks;

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( I6 ) '” ‘ ”W” "7.“
Or at the Ear of 5 Eve, familiar Toad,
Half Froth, half Venom, fpits himfelf abroad,
In Paris, or Politi'Cks‘, or Tales, or Lyes, 310
OrSpite, or Smut, or Rymes, or Blafphe‘mies.
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A triﬂingH‘ead, and a corrupted Heart I

Eve’s Tempter thus the Rabbins have expreﬁ,

A Cherub’s face, a Reptile all the rell ; 313;
Beauty that fhocks you, Parts that none will truﬂ,
Wit that ‘Can'creep, and Pride that licks the duli.

Not Fortune's Worﬂlipper, nor Fat‘hion’s Fool,
Nor Lucrc’s Madman, nor Ambition’s Tool,
Nor proud, nor fervile, be one Poet’s prail'e 310
That, if he pleas’d, he pleas’d by manly ways;
That Flatt’ry, ev’n to Kings, he held a ﬂame,
And thought a Lye in Ver‘Ie or Profe the fame;
In Fancy’s Maize that wand’ring not too long,
He l’coop'd to Truth, and moraliz’d his fon‘g : 1235*
That not for'Fa‘me, but Virtue’s better end,
He ﬂood the furious Foe, the timid Friend,
,The damning Critic, half-approving Wit,
The Coxcomb hit, or fearing to be hit ;

 

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Laugh’d at the lots of Friends he never had, 3 30
The dull, the proud, the wicked, andthe mad;
The Tales of Vengeance; Lyes fo oft o'erthrown
The imputed Trafh, the Dulueﬁ; not his own ;

Th’ Morals blacken’d when the W ritiugs fizape ;
The libel’d Perfon, and the piétut'd Shape ; 335
Th’ Abuf'e on all he lov’d, or lov’d him, fprcad,
AFriend in Exile, or a Father, dead;

The Whifper that to Greatnefs {till too near,
Perhaps, yet vibrates on his SOVEREIGN’S Ear--
Weicome for thee, fair Virtue ! all the paﬁ: 34.9
For thee, fair Virtue ! welcome ev’n the laﬁ! I ‘

¢ But whyinfult the Poor, affront the Great? "3 ‘

A Knave’s a Knave, to me, in ev’ry State,

Alike my I'corn, if he fueceed or fail,

Glencu: at Court, or yapbetin a Jail, 34.;
A hireling Scribler, or a hireling Peer,

Knight of the Poll corrupt, or of the Shire,

Ifoia a Pillory, or near a Throne,

He gain his Prince’s Ear, or 1012: his own.

Lies {'0 oft o'erthrown.] Such a: tkofe in relation to ,
ﬂfr. Am», that M’r. P. writ 192': Chamfi‘er aﬂer lair
death, 8a: {[241 he fee 121.! Name in My. Broom’s Ker/2’3,
that he receézz'd Szebfcrz‘pliem for Shaltef'pear, 8’5.-
wbieb tho’ pablz’ckly dzfproe'd by the Teﬂimonies preﬁx'd
to the Dunciad, were newrtheieﬁ/bameleﬂy repeated in
the Libel:, and even in the Paper called, The Noble.
man's Epiﬁle. ‘

Th’ imputed Traih] Proﬁme Pfalms, Court Po~
ems, and many Liée/Iom Thing: in 791': Name, printed
by Curl, 89°C.

Abufe on all he lov’}, or lov’d him fpreadJ
Namely an the Duke of duckingham, Earl of But--
lington, 85/190]; Atterhury, Dr. Swift, 1%. Gay, Dr.
Arhntlmot, his E-ieﬁdy, bis Parents, am! 132': very
Nude, affierr’a’m printed Papa“. Y Ye;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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thfoft by Nature, more a Dupe than Wit, 35o
Sapha can tell you how this Man was bit 2
This dreaded Sat’riﬁ Drnnis will confefs
Foe to his Pride, but Friend to his Diﬁrefa:
So humble, he has knock’d at Tihhald’s door,
Has drank with Cihher, nay has rym'd for Moor. 3 55
Full ten years ﬂander’d, did he once reply?
Three thoufand Suns went down on 11/ elﬂed’s Lye:
To pleafe a Ali/trey}, One afpers’d his life ;
He laﬂl’d him not, but let her be his U’zfe :
Let Budget charge low Gruhﬂreet on his quill, 360
And write whate’er he pleas’d, except his [Pl/ill:
Let the 74:20 Curl: of Town and Court abufe
His Father, Mother, Body, Soul, and Mufé.

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Ten Years.] It waxﬂ long, heﬁwe the Author of the
Dunciad pnhhﬂved that Poem, tz’ll when, he neroer emit
as worn? of the many S‘currih‘tie: and Falfehooa': eoncer~
ning him.

W elﬁ'ed's Lye.] TM: :Uan had the Impatience to tell
in print, that Air. Pg had orcaﬁon’ol a Lady’s Death,
and to name a perfon he never heard of. He alﬁt pablijh‘d
that he had lihell'd the Duke of Chandos; with whom
(it way added) that he had li-v’d in familiarity and re-
ceio’d from him a Pee/Cent of ﬁve hundred pounds;
7 he falfehood of which i: known to hit Grace, whom
ﬁle. Enemy had the honour to fee but twice, and never
veeez'n’d any Preﬁnt farther than the thfoeiption for
Homer, from him, or from Any Great Man whatﬂta
ever.

Budgel in a Whekly Pamphlet call’d the Bee, heﬂow’d‘
mach ahuﬁa on him, in the imagination that he writ jhme
thing: about the Lal’c’ Will of Dr. Tindal, in the
Grubﬂreet Journal ; a Paper wherein he never had
the leaﬁ Hand, Direétion, er Supervilhl, nor the lealh
knowledge of its Authors. He took no notice offo frazt'
    

Yet why ? that Father held it for a rule
It was aSin to call our Neighbour Fool, 36;
The: harmlefs Mother thought no W ife a WhOI‘C,‘-f
Hear this! and fpare his Family, fame: M":
Unfpotted Names! and memorable long,

If there be Force in Virtue, or in Song.

Of gentle Blood (part fhed in Honour’s Cauf'e, 370
While yet in Britain Honour had Applaufe)
Each Parent fprung-J What Fortune, pray ?--Thcir
0er,
And better got than Be/Zia's from a Throne,
‘Born to no Pride, inheritingtio Strife,
Nor marrying Dit’c‘o‘rdina Noble Wife, 375

Stran-

tioh an A’éufe; and expeffed that any man that knew him
jelf Author of what he was ﬂeﬂder’dfbr, would ham
juﬂify'd him 072that Article.

His Father, Mother, 8ch Infome of’Curl’: and
other Pamphletx, 1111‘. Pope': Father was [aid to he a
ﬂiechomicm Hatter, 4 Farmer, nay a Ban/erupt. But
what 2': ﬂranger, a Nobleman (if fetch a Reﬁet'fion
can he thought to come from a Noblemen) he: dropt an
Alluﬂon to this pitiful Untruth, in his Epiﬂle to a
Doé’cor of Divinity ; And the following Line,

Hard as thy Heart, and as thy Birth obﬁrure,
had fallen from or like Courtly pen, in the Verfes to the
Imitator of Horace. ﬁJr. Pope’: Father was of 4 Gen-
tlemen’s Family in Oxfordﬂiire, the Head of which was:
the Earl of Downe, who/e fele Heir-of: married the Ear!
ofLindf'ey.-—-Hi1 iMother was the Daughter of William
Tumor, Efq; of York: She had three Brothers, one of
whom we: hill‘d, another died in the Service of Kiozg
Charles, the eldeﬁﬁliowing hi: Fern/hey, and becoming
a General Oﬁirer in Spain, left her «what Eli‘ate remain‘d
after the Segue/[rations 1272i! fhrﬁitoyre; of her Femﬁb/u
Mr. Pope died 1'72 171 7, aged 75 ; She in I7§§, aged
93, a very ﬁwﬂ'heh: after this Poem was [$234,559,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

     

 

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Stranger to Civil and Religious Rage,

The» good Man walk’d innoxious thro’ his Age,

No Courts he faw, no Suits would ever try,

Nor dar’d an Oath, not hazarded a Lye .:
Un—learn’d, he knew no Schoolman’s fuhtle Art, 380
No Language, but the Language of the Hearta

By Nature beneﬁt, by Experience wife,

Healthy by Temp’rance and by Exercife:

His Life, tho’ long, to ﬁcknefs pail unknown,

His Death was infant, and without a groan. 385
Oh grant me thus to live, and thus to die !

Who fptung from Kings {hall know let's joy than I.

0 Friend I may each Domel’cick Blif's be thine!
Be no unpleaﬁng Melancholy mine:
Me, let the tender Ofﬁce long engage 390
To rock the Cradle of repoﬁug Age,
With lenient Arts extend 3 Mother’s breath,
Make Languor ﬁnile, and finooth the Bed of Death,
Explore the Thought, explain the asking Eye,
And keep a while one Parent from the Skyi 395
On Cares like thefe if Length of days attend,
May Heav’n, to ‘blefs thofe clays, preferve my Friend,
Preferve him facial, chearful, and ferene,
And jul’c’ as rich as when he ferv’d aQUEEN !
Whether that Eleﬂing he deny’d, or giv‘n, 495
Thus far was right, the tell belongs to Heav’n,

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