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Un Jour dit un Auteur, etc.

NCE (says our Author, where I need no: fay)

Two Trav'lers found an Oyster in their way; Both fierce, both hungry; the dispute grew strong, While Scale in hand Dame Justice past along. Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws, Explain'd the matter and would win the cause. Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful Right, Takes, opens, swallows it, before their fight. The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well, There take (says Juflice) take ye each a Shell. We thrive at Westminster on Fools like you: Twas a fat Oifter -- Live in peace --Adieu.

ANSWER to the following

Queftion of Mrs. Howe.



'Tis a Beldam, - Seen with Wit and Beauty feldom.

'Tis a fear that starts at shadows.
er "Tis, (no, 'tisn't) like Miss Meadows.

'Tis a Virgin hard of Feature,
Old, and void of all good. nature;
Lean and frecful ; would feem wise;
Yet plays the fool before the dies.
"Tis an ugly envious Shrew,
That rails at dear Lepell and You.

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Occasioned by some Verses of his

Grace the Duke of BUCKING



USE, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends,
And thou shalt live, for Buckingham com-

Let Crowds of Critics now my verse affail,
Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail:


This more than pays whole years of thankless pain,
Time, health, and fortune are not lost in vain.
Sheffield approves, consenting Phæbus bends,
And I and Malice from this hour are friends.



By Mr. POPE,

To a Play for Mr. Dennis's Benefit, in 1733, when

he was old, blind, and in great Distress, a little before his Death.



S when that Hero, who in each Campaign,
Had brav’d the Goth, and many a

Lay Fortune-struck, a fpectacle of Woe!
Wept by each Friend, forgiv'n by ev'ry Foe:
Was there a gen'rous, a reflecting mind,
But pitied BELISARIUs old and blind?


VER. 6. But pitied Belifarius, etc.) Nothing could be more happily imagined than this allufion, or finelier conducted. And the continued pleasantry so delicately touched, that it took no. thing from the self satisfaction the Critic, who heard it, had in bis merit, or the Audience in their charity. With fo masterly

Was there a Chief but melted at the Sight?
A common Soldier, but who clubb’d his Mite?
Such, such emotions should in Britons rise, 9
When press'd by want and weakness Dennis lies ;
Dennis, who long had warr'd with modern Huns,
Their Quibbles routed, and defy'd their Puns;
A desp'rate Bulwark, sturdy, firm, and fierce
Against the Gothic Sons of frozen verse:
How chang'd from him who made the boxes groan,
And shook the stage with Thunders all his own! 16
Stood up to dalh each vain PRETENDER'S hope!
Maul the French Tyrant, or pull down the Pope !
If there's a Briton then, true bred and born,
Who holds Dragoons and wooden ihoes in fcorn; 20
If there's a Critic of diftinguith'd rage;
If there's a Senior, who contemns this age :
Let him to night his just a liftance Iend,
And be the Critic's, Briton's, Old Man's Friend.

a hand has the Poet prosecuted, in this benevolent irony, thac end, which he supposed Dennis himfelf, had he the wit to fee, would have the in-enuity to approve.

This dreaded Sat'rift, Dennis quill confess,

Foe to bis pride, but Friend 19 bis Diftress. VER. 7. Was there a Chief, etc.] The fine figure of the Come mander in that capital Picture of Belisarius at Chiswick, supplied the Poet with this beautiful idea.





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HEN simple Macer, now of high renown,

First sought a Poet's Fortune in the Town, 'Twas all th’ Ambition his high soul could feel, To wear red stockings, and to dine with Steel. Some Ends of verse his Betters might afford, And gave the harmless fellow a good word. Set up

with these he ventur'd on the Town, And with a borrow'd Play, out-did poor

Crown. There he stop'd short, nor fince has writ a tittle, But has the Wit to make the most of little: Like ftunted hide-bound Trees, that just have got Sufficient fap at once to bear and rot. Now he begs Verse, and what he gets commends, Not of the Wits his foes, but fools his friends. 14

So some coarse Country Wench, almoft decay'd, Trudges to town, and first turns Chambermaid; Aukward and supple, each devoir to pay ; She flatters her good Lady twice a day;


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