Long may the these her worst of foes defy, To name, what lives not, but in madmen's brains. In close back-rooms his routed flocks he rallies, With anguish, prince and people they survey, HORACE, HORACE, BOOK II. ODE IV. IMITATED. THE LORD GRIFFIN TO THE EARL OF D SCARSDALE. I. O not, moft fragrant earl, difclaim To Bracegirdle the brown But publicly espouse the dame, And fay, G- d-- the town. II. Full many heroes, fierce and keen, III. Did not base Greber's * Pegg inflame Of fober fire defcended? That, careless of his foul and fame, To play-houses he nightly came, IV. The monarch who of France is hight, Who rules the roast with matchlefs might, Since William went to heaven; Loves Maintenon, his lady bright, Who was but Scarron's leaving. D4 Though an Signora Francefco Marguareta de l'Epine, Italian fongftrefs. V. Though thy dear's father kept an inn For carriers at Northampton; Yet the might come of gentler kin, VI. Of proffers large her choice had fhe, Her dimple cheek, and roguifh eye, Then be not jealous, friend: for why? To fee I ne'er fhould hurt ye; Besides, you know full well that I THE RECONCILEMENT BETWEEN JACOB TONSON AND MR. CONGREVE. AN IMITATION OF HORACE, BOOK III. ODE IX. TONSON. WHILE at my houfe in Fleet-ftreet once you lay, How merrily, dear Sir, time pafs`d away? While "I partook your wine, your wit, and mirth, While in your early days of reputation, TONSON. I'm in with captain Vanburgh at the prefent, A molt fweet-natur'd gentleman, and pleasant; He writes your comedies, draws fchemes, and models, And builds dukes houfes upon very odd hills: For him, fo much I dote on him, that I, If I was fure to go to heaven, would die. CONGRE VE. Temple † and Delaval are now my party, Men that are tam Mercurio both quam Marte; *Tonfon (Sen.) his dialect. And Sir Richard Temple, afterwards lord Cobham. And though for them I shall scarce go to heaven, What if from Van's dear arms I fhould retire, And once more warm my* Bunnians at your fire; And fet a bed up in my dining-room, home, Tell me, dear Mr. Congreve, would you come ? CONGRE VE. Though the gay failor, and the gentle knight, HORACE, BOOK III. ODE XXI. TO HIS CASK. I. HAIL, gentle Cafk, whofe venerable head } With hoary down and ancient duft o'er-spread, Proclaims, that since the vine first brought thee forth Old age has added to thy worth. Whether the sprightly juice thou dost contain,. Thy votaries will to wit and love, Or fenfelefs noife and lewdnefs move, Or fleep, the cure of these and every other pain. *Jacob's term for his corns. II. Since |