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My eldest born refides not far,

Where shines great Strafford's glittʼring står:
My fecond (child of fortune!) waits

At Burlington's Palladian gates:

A third majestically stalks

. (Happiest of dogs !) in Cobham's walks: One ufhers friends to Bathurst's door;

One fawns at Oxford's on the

poor.

NOBLES whom arms or arts adorn,

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Wait for my infants yet unborn.

None but a peer of wit and grace

Can hope a puppy of my race.

AND O! would fate the blifs decree

To mine (a blifs too great for me.!)

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That two my tallest fons might grace,

Attending each with ftately pace,

Iülus' fide, as erft Evander's t,

To keep off flatt'rers, fpies, and panders,

To let no noble flave come near,

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And scarce Lord Fannys from his ear:
Then might a royal youth, and true,
Enjoy at least a friend-

or two;

A treasure which of royal kind

Few but himself deferve to find.

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THEN Bounce ('tis all that Bounce can crave)

Shall wag her tail within the grave.

* On the Countefs of BURLINGTON

cutting PAPER.

PALLAS grew vap`rish once and odd;

She would not do the least right thing,

Either for goddefs or for god,

Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor fing.
† Virg. Æn. 8.

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As fore raw youth in councy brei,

To arms by dirt if incur lei,
When at a kirmt frt he hears
The bullets wailing round his ears,
Will duck his head site, will fart,
And feel a trembing at his heart;
Till 'ícaping cft without a wound
Leffens the terror of the found;
Fly bullets now a thick as hops,
He runs into a canon's chops :
An author thus who pants for fime,
Begins the world with fear and flame:
When frft in print you fee him dread
Each pop-gun leveil'd at his head :
The lead von critic's quill contains,
Is deftin'd to beat out his brains.
As if he heard loud thunders roll,
Cries, Lord, have mercy on his foul!
cluding, that another fhot
Arike him dead upon the spot.

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Jove frown'd, and " Ufe" (he cry'd) "those eyes
"So fkilful, and those hands fo taper;
"Do fomething exquifite and wise”.
She bow'd, obey'd him, and cut paper.

This vexing him who gave her birth,

Thought by all heav'n a burning fhame,
What does the next, but bids on earth
Her Burlington do just the fame?

Pallas, you give yourself strange airs;

But fure you'll find it hard to spoil The fenfe and tafte of one that bears The name of Savile and of Boyle.

Alas! one bad example shown,

How quickly all the fex purfue!
See, Madam! fee, the arts o'erthrown
Between John Overton and you.

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On a certain LADY at court.

Know the thing that's most uncommon,

(Envy, be filent, and attend !)

I know a reasonable woman,

Handsome and witty, yet a friend.

Not warp'd by paffion, aw'd by rumour!
Not grave thro' pride, or gay thro' folly;
An equal mixture of good humour,

And fenfible foft melancholy.

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* Has the no faults then," (Envy fays)
Yes, he has one, I must aver:
When all the world confpires to praise her,

The woman's deaf, and does not hear.

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Written in the year 1729.

As fome raw youth in country bred,

To arms by thirst of honour led, When at a skirmifh firft he hears

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The bullets whistling round his ears,
Will duck his head afide, will start,
And feel a trembling at his heart;
Till 'fcaping oft without a wound
Leffens the terror of the found
Fly bullets now as thick as hops,
He runs into a canon's chops:
An author thus who pants for fame,
Begins the world with fear and fhame:
When firft in print you see him dread
Each pop-gun levell'd at his head :
The lead yon critic's quill contains,
Is deftin'd to beat out his brains.
As if he heard loud thunders roll,
Cries, Lord, have mercy on his foul!
Concluding, that another fhot

Will ftrike him dead upon the fpot.

But, when with fquibbing, flashing, popping,
He cannot fee one creature dropping;
That, miffing fire, or miffing aim,
His life is fafe, I mean his fame;
The danger paft, takes heart of grace,
And looks a critic in the face.

THO' fplendor gives the fairest mark To poifon'd arrows from the dark,

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