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For One who would not be buried in
EROES and KINGS! your distance keep;
Another, on the fame.
NDER this Marble, or under this Sill,
Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will;
Lord CONINGSBY's EPITAPH *.
ERE lies Lord Coningsby-be civil;
The reft God knows-fo does the Devil.
*This Epitaph, originally written on Picus Mirandula, is applied to F. Chartres, and printed among the works of Swift. See Hawkefworth edition, vol. vi. S.
On BUTLER's MONUMENT.
Perhaps by Mr. POPE.
ESPECT to Dryden, Sheffield justly pay'd,
And noble Villers honour'd Cowley's fhade:
*Mr. Pope, in one of the prints from Scheemaker's monument of Shakespeare in Westminster-Abbey, has fufficiently fhewn his contempt of Alderman Barber, by the following couplet, which is fubftituted in the place of "The cloud-capt towers, &c."
"Thus Britain lov'd me; and preferv'd my fame, "Clear from a Barber's or a Benfon's name."
Pope might probably have fuppreffed his fatire on the Alderman, because he was one of Swift's acquaintances and correfpondents; though in the 4th Book of the Dunciad he has an anonymous ftroke at him:
"So by each bard an Alderman fhall fit, "A heavy Lord fhall hang at every wit."
To Lady MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE..
N beauty, or wit,
No mortal as yet
To queftion your empire has dar'd;
But men of difcerning
Have thought that in learning,
To yield to a lady was hard.
With mufty dull rules,
Have reading to females deny'd:
So papifts refufe
The Bible to use,
Left flocks should be wife as their guide.
'Twas a woman at first,
(Indeed the was curst)
In knowledge that tafted delight,
This panegyric on Lady Mary Wortley Montague might have been fuppreffed by Mr. Pope, on account of her having fatirized him in her verses to the imitator of Horace; which abuse he returned in the first Satire of the fecond book of Horace.
"From furious Sappho, fcarce a milder fate, "P-'d by her love, or libel'd by her hate."
And fages agree
The laws fhould decree
To the first of poffeffors the right,
Then bravely, fair dame,
Refume the old claim,
Which to your whole sex does belong;
From a fecond bright Eve,
The knowledge of right, and of wrong.
But if the first Eve
Hard doom did receive,
When only one apple had she,
Shall be found out for you,
Who tafting, have robb'd the whole tre?
The FOURTH EPISTLE of the FIRST Book of HORACE'S EPISTLES *.
A MODERN IMITATION.
SAY +, St. John, who alone peruse
Than all the tomes of Haines's band?
* This fatire on Lord Bolingbroke, and the praise bestowed on him in a letter to Mr. Richardfon, where Mr. Pope fays
"The fons fhall blush their fathers were his foes;" being fo contradictory, probably occafioned the former to be fuppreffed. S.
Ad ALBIUM TIBULLUM.
† Albi, noftrorum fermonum candide judex, Quid nunc te dicam facere in regione Pedana ? Scribere, quod Caffi Parmenfis opufcula vincat?
An tacitam filvas inter reptare falubres?