*ЕРІТАР Н. WELL ELL then, poor Glies ander ground! So little juftice here he found, 'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back. * EPIGRAM, on the toafts of the Kit-kat club. WHENC Anno 1716. E deathlefs kit-kat took its Few critics can unriddle; Some fay from pastry-cook it came, And fome from cat and fiddle. From no trim beaux its name it boafts, Grey statesmen, or green wits; But from this pell-mell pack of toasts name, * To a LADY, with the Temple of Fame. WHAT's fame with men, by cuftom of the nation Is call'd in women only reputation : About them both why keep we fuch a pother? * VERSES to be placed under the picture of ENGLAND'S ARCH-POET; containing a complete catalogue of his works. EE who ne'er was nor will be half read! SEE Who first fung Arthur †, then fung Alfred ‡; Prais'd great Eliza || in God's anger, Till all true Englishmen cry'd, Hang her! Two heroic poems in folio, twenty books. Heroic poems in twelve books. Heroic poems in folio, ten books. Made William's virtues wipe the bare a And hang'd up Marlb'rough in arras*: Then hifs'd from earth, grew heav'nly quite; And of redemption †† made damn'd work. 5 10 What wonders there the man grown old did! 15 Made David ‡‡ feem fo mad and freakish, All thought him juft what thought King Achish. But judg'd R'oboam his own fon. Made +++ Jeremy full fore to cry, WHAT punishment all this must follow? Or dext'rous Deb'rah Siferah him? To treat him like her fifter Scot? ** Inftructions to Vanderbank, a tapestry weaver, Hymn to the light. Satire against wit. Of the nature of man. ** Creation, a poem, in feven books. tt The Redeemer, another heroic poem, in fix books. #Tranflation of all the Pfalms. Canticles and Ecclefiaftes. 20 25 30 Paraphrafe of the canticles of Mofes and Deborah, &c. ttt The Lamentations. ### The whole book of Job, a poem, in folio. Shall William dub his better end * ? Or Marlb'rough ferve him like a friend? Dr SWIFT to Mr POPE, while he was writing the DUNCIAD. POPE E has the talent well to speak, His loudeft voice is low and weak, A while they on each other look, Now backs of letters, tho' defign'd For thofe who more will need `em, Are fill'd with hints, and interlin'd, Himself can hardly read 'em. Each atom by fome other ftruck, All turns and motions tries: Yet to the Dean his fhare allot; 16 15 20 Thus, Pope t, in vain you boast your wit; For, had our deaf divine * Kick him on the breech, not knight him on the fhoulder. + A polite turn is given to this incident by Mr. Pope, in his letter to Dr Sheridan, in vol. iv. let. 127. p. 260. An epistle from a dog at Twickenham to a dog at court. thee, fweet fop, thefe lines I fend, Yet thence to think I'd bite your head off! For! you can dance, and make a leg, To lay your head in ev'ry lap, E'er faid of me, is, I can bite ; -fnap! 5 10 15 20 That idle gypfies, rogues in rags, 25 WHILE you, and ev'ry courtly fop, Fawn on the devil for a chop, A butcher, tho' he brings me meat ; YOUR pilf'ring lord with fimple pride WHEN all fuch dogs have had their days, SEE Bounce, like Berecynthia, crown'd BEFORE my children fet your beef, 30 35 45 50. From me they fuck a little grace: While your fine whelps learn all to steal, 55 * Alii legunt Harvequinis. |