Is this the Thing to keep Mankind in Awe,
To make those tremble who efcape the Law?
Is this the Ridicule to live fo long,

The deathlefs Satire, and immortal Song?

No: like thy felf-blown Praife, thy Scandal flies;
And, as we're told of Wafps, it ftings and dies.

It was faid, that this Lady was one of those who hired the Perfons to wait for Mr. Pepe in HamWalks; and, indeed, in another Part of this Poem, fhe feems to hint at fomething like it:

When God created Thee, one would believe,
He faid the fame as to the Snake of Eve;
To buman Race Antipathy declare,

'Twixt them and Thee be everlasting War.
But oh! the Sequel of the Sentence dread,
And whilft you bruife their Heel, beware your Head.
Nor think thy. Weaknefs fhall be thy Defence;
The Female Scold's Protection in Offence.
Sure 'tis as fair to beat who cannot fight,

As 'tis to libel those who cannot write.
And if thou draw'ft thy Pen to aid the Law,
Others a Cudgel, or a Rov, may draw.
If none with Vengeance yet thy Crimes purfue,
Or give thy manifold Affronts their Due:
If Limbs unbroken, Skin without a Stain,
Unwhipt, unblanketted, unkick'd, unflain,
That wretched little Carcafs you retain ;
The Reafon is, not that the World wants Eyes
But thou'rt fo mean, they fee, and they despise.

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By this an Obfervation may be made, that this Lady's Pen is fharp enough, and too fharp for her Subject; for all muft own Mr. Pope's Numbers not crabbed, that he is not thorny, and full of Thiftles

and

and Brambles, the Beauty of his Perfon is not contended for, fo that the Lady got nothing there; neither was Mr. Pope ever defpis'd fo, as to be thought too mean for Notice: Tho' we think the Lady's 'Anger juft, yet had the fhow'd the real Injury the receiv'd by his Reports or Pen, and prov'd what was faid or wrote to have been Falfhood, Mr. Pepe, in the Opinion of moral People, would have fuffer'd more; for now nothing is feen but the Lady's Refentment, while the Caufe, or pretended Caufe, lies conceal'd. Mr. Pope, towards the latter End of his Time, faid, that setting apart Raillery and the Love of Satire, he wish'd he had never offended this Lady; which Repentance will, we hope, palliate and mitigate any too hard Sentence from the Ladies on him. 'Tis great Pity that any private Pique should fo far influence Wits and Scholars, as to divide them against themselves; they have already too many Enemies, the Ignorant, the Dull, even the Schools and Colleges are Seminaries for their Foes, and the reverend Tutor breathes his No-fpirit into the Pupil. If the few (tho' they are but few) of Wit, Senfe, Tafte, and Learning, would unite, the Dunces would either reform, or else it would be eafy to keep them quiet; now they riggle to the Bar, up to the Pulpit, and higher up, where none but wife and good Men ought to fit.

The Second Satire of Horace, which Mr. Pope has imitated, is chiefly a Satire against Luxury and bad Oeconomy, and takes Occafion to fhow the Waste of fome, and the fordid Penurioufnefs of others, recommending the Medium to him that knows how to live properly, then fhows the great Adyantages of Temperance, and the contrary:

Now hear what Bleffings Temperance can bring;
(Thus faid our Friend, and what he faid I fing)
First Health: The Stomach (cramm'd from ev'ry
ATomb of boil'd,andreaft, andFlesh, and Fish,[Dish,
Where Bile, and Wind, and Phlegm, and acid Jar,
And all the Man is one inteftine War)

Remembers oft the School-boy's fimple Fare,
The temp'rate Sleeps, and Spirits light as Air.
How pale each worshipful and rev'rend Guest
Rife from a Clergy, or a City, Feaft!
What Life in all that ample Body, fay,
What heav'nly Particle inspires the Clay?
The Soul fubfides, and wickedly inclines
To feem but mortal, ev'n in found Divines.

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Then speaking of the Boaft of prodigious Wealth, our Author again darts his Satire at the Family of our greatest and most fuccessful Soldier and General of the Age, not excepting Prince Eugène :

Oh Impudence of Wealth! with all thy Store, How darft thou let one worthy Man be poor? Shall half the new-built Churches round thee fall? Make Keys, build Bridges, or repair Whitehall; Or to thy Country let that Heap be lent,

As M

-o's was, but not at Five per

Cent.

Thefe Words he puts into the Mouth of Mr. Bethel, a Gentleman of fingular Probity, Temperance, Hu-: mility, and Good-nature. After this Mr. Pope defcribes his own Manner of Living, and concludes, that Fartune, if fhe leaves but a little, a prudent Man will make the most of it, and be content:

Fortune not much of humbling me can boaft; Though double-tax'd, how little have I loft?

My

My Life's Amusements have been just the same,
Before, and after Standing Armies came.
My Lands are fold, my Father's House is gone:
I'll hire another's: is not that my own?

And yours, my Friends? thro' whofe free opening None comes too early, none departs too late; [Gate (For I, who hold fage Homer's Rule the beft, Welcome the coming, fpeed the going Gueft.) "Pray Heav'n it laft! (cries Swift) as you go on; "I wifh to God this House had been your own: "Pity! to build, without a Son or Wife: "Why, you'll enjoy it only all your Life." Well, if the Ufe be mine, can it concern one, Whether the Name belong to Pepe or Vernon? Let Lands and Houses have what Lords they will, Let us be fix'd, and our own Masters still.

? Of those two Satires which he has moderniz'd from Dr. Donne, we fhall only fay, that under that Cover he takes the Liberty to fay, what without the Doctor at his Back, he would not.

Dr. Donne is known to be a keen Satirift, and wants nothing of Mr. Pope but his Numbers-He meets at Court, whither he was accidentally driven, a threadbare Parfon feeking Preferment there, and affecting the Air of a Courtier already. This Scene, in the Doctors original Text, we have quoted in Italicks, and as altered by Mr. Pope, on the Page on the other Side, in Roman Characters, by which will appear the Conformity of their Sentiments, and how our Language is altered and refined fince Dr. Donne's Time, who was born in London in the Year 1573, defcended from a very good Family in Wales, and had Parents capable of giving him the beft Education, which they did; for at nine Years of Age he was fent to Hart-Hall in Oxford, having attain'd befides

besides the Latin and Greek, a Knowledge in the French Tongue. Here he became acquainted with that great Mafter of Language and Art, Sir Henry Wotton, with whom he contracted a lafting Friendfhip From Oxford he was tranfplanted to the Univerfity of Cambridge, where he made great Improvements in his Literature. Coming from thence to London, he was entered of the Society of Lincoln'sInn, and applied himself to the Study of the Law, but even here, he chiefly employ'd his Time in accomplishing himself with the politer Kinds of Learning. He foon enjoy'd the beft Converfation in Town, to whom the Acuteness of his Wit, and the -natural Gaiety of his Temper, foon render'd him highly acceptable: In which State of Life he compos'd most of his Love-Poems. His Father dying and leaving him a pretty handfome Fortune, he travelled into Italy, Spain and other foreign Countries, where he acquired a Perfection in thofe Languages, and returned home with many ufeful Obfervations. Being now qualified for the greatest Employments, he was made Secretary to the Lord Elfmere, Keeper of the Great Seal; in whofe Service he became enamour'd with the Lady Elfmere's Neice, Daughter to Sir George Moor, Chancellor of the Garter, and Lieutenant of the Tower, who greatly oppofed this Match; yet notwithstanding they were privately married: Which exafperated Sir George to fuch a Degree, that he prevailed on the Lord Elfmere to dif charge him from his Service, and foon after caft him into Prifon. But Mr. Donne had not been long confined before he found Means, by the Affiftance of his Kinfman Sir Francis Woolley, to facilitate his Enlargement, and a Reconciliation between him and Sir George Moor enfuing, he was restored to his former Poft. Now he was fought after by Men of the

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