When Catiline by rapine swell’d his store; In this one Passion man can strength enjoy, Old Politicians chew on wisdom past, And totter on in bus'ness to the last; NOTES. VER. 213. - a noble mourously called hones, as Dame a whore.] The fifter the impulse of the ruling of Cato, and mother of pafon (which she gives and Brutus. cherishes) makes her more VER. 227. Here honest and more impatient of difNature ends as hoe begins.] guise. Human nature is here hų. 1 As weak, as earnest; and as gravely out, 230 Behold a rev'rend fire, whom want of grace A salmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate;' Mercy! cries Helluo, mercy on my soul! 240 “ Is there no hope ! --Alas!-then bring the jowl.” The frugal Crone, whom praying priests attend, « Odious! in woollen ! 'twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) NOTES. VER. 247 VER, 231. Laneso'row.) / advise her to preserve her An ancient Nobleman, who health and dispel her grief continued this practice long | by Dancing. P. after his legs were disabled the last by the gout. Upon the words that poor Narcisa death of Prince George of Spoke] This story, as well Denmark, he demanded an as the others, is founded audience of the Queen, to on fact, though the author “ No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace " Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face: “ One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead-“ And Betty--give this Cheek a little Red.” 25! The Courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd An humble servant to all human kind, Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could ftir, “ If-where I'am going. I could serve you, Sir? I give and I devise (old Euclio faid, And figh’d)“ my lands and tenements to Ned. Your money, “My money, Sir, what all ? “Why,-if I must-(then wept) I give it Paul. The Manor, Sir?" The Manor ! hold, he cry'd, “ Not that, I cannot part with that”—and dy’d. And you ! brave COBHAM, to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling paffion strong in death : Such in those moments as in all the past, “ Oh, save my Country, Heav'n!” shall be your last, 256 Sir; NOTES. had the goodnefs not to men- | thought of being buried ia tion the names. Several at- woollen, gave these her laft tribute this in particular, to orders with her dying breath a very celebrated Actress, P. who, in deteftation of the MORAL ESSAYS. É P I S T L E II. TO A L A D Y. Of the Characters of Women. N. OTHING so true as what you once let fall, “ Most Women have no Characters at all.” Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, And best distinguish'd by black, brown, or fair. NOTES Of the Characters of Wo. | its first publication, may men.) There is nothing in perhaps account for the Mr Pope's works more small attention given to it. highly finished than this He said, that no one cháEpistle: Yet its success was racter in it was drawn from in no proportion to the the life. The Public be. pains he took in composing lieved him on his word, and it. Something he chanced expressed little curiosity ato drop in a short Adver- bout a Satire in which there pisement prefixed to it, on was nothing personal. |