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+ TN spite of Pope, in spite of Gay,
Marble-H. Quoth Marble-Hill, Right well I ween,
Marble-H. My house was built but for a show,
and I been courtiers born,
their master's fall. + This poem was carried to court, and road to the King and Queen.
But we unlucky and unwise
35 Muft fall, because our masters rise.
Richmond-L. My master fcarce a fortnight since
divine, Shall keep the key of My icehouse rob, as heretofore,
45 And steal my artichoaks no more ; Poor Patty Blount no more be seen Bedraggled in my walks fo green: Plump Johnny Gay will now elope ; And here no more will dangle Pape.
Richmond-L. Here wont the Dean, when he's to seek, To spunge a breakfait once a week; To cry
the bread was Atale, and mutter Complaints against the royal butter. But now I fear it will be said,
55 No butter sticks upon his bread. We foon shall find him full of spleen, For want of tattling to the Queen ; Stunning her royal ears with talking ; His Pep'rence and her Highness walking
be! Whilft Lady Charlotte*, like a stroller, Sits mounted on the garden-roller. A goodly fight to see her ride With ancient Mirmont + at her side. 'In velvet
his head lies warm His hat for show beneath his arm.
Lady Charlotte de Rously, a French lady. † Marquis de Mirmont, a Frenchman of quality.
Marble-H. Some South-sea broker from the city
70 Chang'd for the worse in ev'ry part, My master Pope will break his. heart.
Richmond-L. In my own Thames may I be drowndIf e'er I stoop beneath a crown'd head : [ed, Except her Majesty prevails
75 To place me with the Prince of Wales ; And then I shall be free from fears, For he'll be Prince these fifty years. I then will turn a courtier too, And serve the times, as others do.
82 Plain loyalty, not built on hope, I leave to your contriver, Pope: None loves his king and country better, Yet none was ever less their debtor.
Marble-H. Then let him come and take a nap 85 In summer on my verdant lap: Prefer our villa's, where the Thames is, To Kensington, or hot St James's ; Nor shall I dull in silence fit; For 'tis to me he owes his wit: My groves, my echoes, and
* The gardener.
Richmond-L. I pity you, dear Marble-Hill ;
Marble H. Kind Richmond-Lodge, the fame to you,
DESIRE AND POSSESSION.
Written in the year 1727.
'Tis strange, what diff'rent thoughts inspire
In men, poffeffion and defire !
A moralist profoundly fage,
Pelefon, and defire his brother,
Desire, the swifter of the two,
No sooner got, than with disdain
35 And gather'd all his brother strow'd; But overcharg'd, and out of wind, Tho' strong in limbs, he lagg'd behind.
Defire had now the goal in sight: It was a tow'r of monstrous height; Where on the summit Fortune stands, A crown and sceptre in her hands ; Beneath a chasm as deep as hell, Where many a bold advent'rer fell. Defire in rapture gaz'd a while,
45 And saw the treach'rous goddess smile; But as he climb’d to grasp the crown, She knock'd him with the sceptre down. He tumbled in the golf profound; There doom'd to whirl an endless round.
50 Poleffion's load was grown fo great, He sunk beneath the cumb'rous weight: And as he now expiring lay, Flocks ev'ry ominous bird of prey ; The raven, vulture, owl, and kite, At once upon his carcase light, And strip his hide, and pick his bones, Regardless of his dying groans.