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Dear Shade! I will:
Then mix this duft with thine-O fpotlefs Ghoft!
On EDMOND Duke of BUCKINGHAM, Who died in the Nineteenth Year of his Age, 1735.
F modeft Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd,
For One who would not be buried in
EROES and KINGS! your distance keep;
Another, on the fame.
UNDER 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;
*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 *.
RESPECT 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 Weftminster-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 stroke at him
"So by each bard an Alderman fhall fit, "A heavy Lord shall hang at every wit.”
To Lady MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE *.
IN beauty, or wit,
No mortal as yet
To queftion your empire has dar'd,
Have thought that in learning,
To yield to a lady was hard.
With mufty dull rules,
Have reading to females deny'd:
The Bible to use,
Left flocks fhould be wife as their guide.
'Twas a woman at first,
(Indeed she was curft)
In knowledge that tasted 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,
Which to your whole sex does belong;
From a second bright Eve,
But if the first Eve
Hard doom did receive,
When only one apple had she,
Who tafting, have robb'd the whole tree?