Not that their pleafures caus'd her difcontent,"
She figh'd not that they ftay'd, but that the went..

She went to plain-work, and to purling brooks, Old-fashion'd halls, dull Aunts," and croakingrooks :

She went from Op'ra, Park, Affembly, Play,
To morning-walks, and pray'rs three hours a-day;
To part her time 'twixt reading and Bohea,
To mufe, and fpill her folitary tea,

Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon,
Count the flow clock, and dine exact at noon;
Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire,
Hum half a tune, tell ftories to the 'Squire;
Up to her godly garret after seven,

There ftarve and pray, for that's the way to heav'n..

;

Some 'Squire, perhaps, you take delight to rack; Whofe game is Whift, whofe treat a toaft in fack Who vifits with a gun, prefents you birds, Then gives a fmacking bufs, and cries,- No words! Or with his hound comes hallooing from the ftable, Makes love with nods, and knees beneath a table; Whofe laughs are hearty, though his jefts are coarse, And loves you beft of all things-but his horfe..

In fome fair ev'ning, on your elbow laid, You dream of Triumphs in the rural fhade; In penfive thought recall the fancy'd scene, See Coronations rife on ev'ry green;

Before you pafs th'imaginary fights.

Of Lords, and Earls, and Dukes, and garter'd

Knights,

While

While the spread fan o'ershades your clofing eyes;
Then give one flirt, and all the vifion flies.
Thus vanish fceptres, coronets, and balls,
And leave you in lone woods, or empty walls!

So when your Slave, at fome dear idle time,
(Not plagu'd with head-achs, or the want of rhyme}
Stands in the streets, abstracted from the crew,
And while he feems to study, thinks of you;
Juft when his fancy points your sprightly eyes,
Or fees the blush of soft Parthenia rise,
Gay pats my shoulder, and you vanish quite,
Streets, Chairs, and Coxcombs rufh upon my fight;
Vex'd to be still in town, I knit my brow,
Look four, and hum a Tune, as you may now.
EPISTLE TO A LADY, V. 4. P. 33.

ON THE HON. SIMON HARCOURT, ONLY SON OF THE LORD CHANCELLOR HAR COURT, AT THE CHURCH OF STANTONHARCOURT, IN OXFORDSHIRE. 1720.

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To this fad fhrine, whoe'er thou art! draw near: Here lies the Friend most lov'd, the Son most dear ; Who ne'er knew Joy, but Friendship might divide, Or gave his Father Grief but when he dy'd.

How vain is Reafon, Eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what Harcourt cannot speak, Oh let thy once-lov'd Friend infcribe thy Stone, And, with a Father's forrows, mix his own!

EPITAPHS, V. 4, p. 52..

ON MR. GAY,

IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY 732.

OF Manners gentle, of Affections mild;

In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child:
With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lafh the age:
Above Temptation in a low Eftate,

And uncorrupted, e'en among the Great:
A fafe Companion, and an eafy Friend,"
Unblam'd through Life, lamented in thy End.
These are Thy Honours! not that here thy Buft
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy duft;
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
Striking their penfive bofoms, Here lies Gay!
TAJAIBID. P. 57.

ON DR. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,

BISHOP OF ROCHESTER,

Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732. (His only Daughter having expired in his Arms, immediately after the arrived in France to fee him.]

DIALOGUE.

SHE.

YES, we have liv'd-One Pang, and then we

part!

May Heav'n, dear Father! now have all thy Heart.
Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember still,
Till you are duft like me.

HE.

HE.

Dear Shade! I will:

Then mix this duft with thine-O fpotlefs Ghof
O more than Fortune, Friends, or Country loft!
Is there on Earth, one care, one with beside PO
Yes-SAVE MY COUNTRY, HEAV'Ndv
He faid, and dy’da

NOR was the Birth of this great man unattended with Prodigies: He himself has often told me, that on the night before he was born, Mrs. Scriblerus dream'd fhe was brought to bed of a huge Ink-born, out of which issued several large streams of ink, as it had been a fountain. This dream was by her husband thought to fignify, that the child should prove a very voluminous Writer. Likewife a Crabtree, that had been hitherto barren, appeared on a fudden laden with a vast quantity of Crabs: This fign alfo the old gentleman imagined to be a pregnostic of the acuteness of his Wit. A great fwarm of Wafps played round his cradle without hurting him, but were very troublesome to all in the room befides: This feemed a certain prefage of the effects of his Satire. A Dunghill was feen within the space of one night to be covered all over with Mushrooms: This fome interpreted to promise the infant great fertility of Fancy, but no long duration to his works; but the Father was of another opinion.

But what was of all most wonderful was a thing that seemed a monftrous Fowl, which juft then dropt through the sky-light, near his wife's apartment. It had a large body, two little difproportioned wings, a prodigious tail, but no head. As its colour was white, he took it at first fight for a Swan,

and