But we unlucky and unwife Muft fall, because our masters rise. Richmond-L. My master scarce a fortnight fince Was grown as wealthy as a prince; 35* Shall keep the key of my no Marble H. No more the Dean, that grave divine, wine; My icehouse rob, as heretofore, 40 45 50 Richmond-L. Here wont the Dean, when he's to feek, To fpunge a breakfait once a week; To cry the bread was ftale, and mutter 55 But now I fear it will be faid, No butter flicks upon his bread. cap His hat for fhow beneath his arm. " *Lady Charlotte de Rouffy, a French lady. Marquis de Mirmont, a Frenchman of quality. Marble-H. Some South-fea broker from the city Will purchase me, the more's the pity; Lay all my fine plantations wafte To fit them to his vulgar taste; Chang'd for the worse in ev'ry part, 70 My mafter Pope will break his heart. Richmond-L. In my own Thames may I be drownd If e'er I ftoop beneath a crown'd head: To place me with the Prince of Wales; [ed, 75 80 Marble-H. Then let him come and take a nap 85 In fummer on my verdant lap: Prefer our villa's, where the Thames is, For 'tis to me he owes his wit: 90 My groves, my echoes, and my birds, Have taught him his poetic words. We gardens, and you wilderneffes, Affift all poets in diftreffes. Him twice a-week I here expect; To rattle Moody + for neglect; An idle rogue, who spends his quartridge And I can hardly get him down The gardener. 95 100 Richmond-L. I pity you, dear Marble-Hill; But hope to fee you flourish still. All happiness and fo adieu. Marble H. Kind Richmond-Lodge, the fame to you, DESIRE AND POSSESSION. Written in the year 1727. "TIS ftrange, what diff'rent thoughts inspire So disappointed when poffeffing! A moralift profoundly fage, I know not in what book or page, Poffeffion, and defire his brother, Defire, the fwifter of the two, No fooner got, than with disdain He threw them on the ground again; Fresh objects fairer to his view; In hope to fpring fome nobler game; Defire had now the goal in fight: And faw the treach'rous goddess smile; Poffeffion's load was grown fo great, Flocks ev'ry ominous bird of prey; The raven, vulture, owl, and kite, At once upon his carcafe light, And ftrip his hide, and pick his bones, 3༠ 35 40 45 50 55 ON CENSURE. YE Written in the year 1727. wife, inftruct me to endure An evil which admits no cure ; Or how this evil can be born, Which breeds at once both hate and scorn. Bare innocence is no fupport, When you are try'd in Scandal's court. Conceive themselves in confcience bound Of those who want the pow'r to rife. Inclines to aid a fpecious lie: Alas, they would not do you wrong, YET whence proceeds this weight we lay On what detracting people say? 5 10 -15 20 25 By what they speak, or what they think; Nor can ten hundred thousand lies Make you lefs virtuous, learn'd, or wife. THE most effectual way to baulk Their malice, is-to let them talk. 30 |