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On his GROTTO at Twickenham,


Marbles, Sparrs, Gemms, Ores, and


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HOU who shalt stop, where Thames' tranf.

lucent wave
Shines a broad Mirrour thro' the shadowy Cave;
Where ling'ring drops from min'ral Roofs diftill,
And pointed Crystals break the sparkling Rill,
Unpolish'd Gemms no Ray on Pride bestow,

5 And latent Metals innocently glow :

VARIATION s. After v. 6. in the MS.

You see that Nand's wealth, where, only free,

Earth to her entrails feels not Tyranny. i. e. Britain is the only place on the globe which feels not Ty, ranny even to its very entrails. Alluding to the condemnation of Criminals to the Mines, one of the inflictions of civil justice in most Countries. The thought was exceeding natural and proper in this place, where the Poet was describing a Grotto incrusted and adorned with all sorts of Minerals collected, by the means of commerce, from the four quarters of the Globe.

On bis Grotto.] The improving and finifhing his Grott was the favourite amusement of his declining Years ; and the beauty of his poetic genius, in the disposition and ornaments of this romantic recess, appears to as much advantage as in his best contrived Poems.


Approach. Great NATURE studioufly behold!

the Mine without a with for Gold.
Approach : but awful! Lo! th'Egerian Grott,
Where nobly pensive, St. John fate and thought;
Where British fighs from dying WYNDHAM ftole,
And the bright flame was shot thro' MARCHMONTE

Let such, fuch only, tread this facred Floor,
Who dare to love their Country, and be poor.

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VARIATIONS. VER. 11. Wbere British fighs from dying Wyndbam sole,] la his Ms. it was thus,

To Wyndham's breaft the patriot-passions stole, which made the whole allude to a certain Anecdote of not much consequence to any but the parties concerned.

Ver. 9. Ægerian Grott] Alluding to Numa's projecting his system of Politics in this Grott, assisted, as he gave out, by the Goddess Ægeria.


Mrs. M. B. on her Birth-DAY.


H be thou bleft with all that Heav'n can send,
Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and

a Friend :
Not with those Toys the female world admire,
Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire.


With added years if Life bring nothing new,
But like a Sieve let ev'ry blessing thro',
Some joy ftill loft, as each vain year runs o'er,
And all we gain, some fad Reflection more;
Is that a Birth-day? 'tis alas! too clear,
Tis but the Funeral of the former year,

Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,
And the gay Conscience of a life well spent,
Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace,
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
Let day improve on day, and year on year,
Without a Pain, a Trouble, or a Fear;
Till Death unfelt that tender frame destroy,
In some foft Dream, or Extasy of joy,
Peaceful sleep out the Sabbath of the Tomb,
And wake to Raptures in a Life to come.


Ver. 15. Originally thus in the MS.

And oh fince Death must that fair frame destroy,
Dye, by some sudden Extasy of Joy ;
In some soft dream may thy mild soul remove,
And be thy latest gasp a Sigh of Love.

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To Mr. Thomas Southern,

On his Birth-day, 1742.



ESIGN'D to live, prepar'd to die,

With not one fin, but poetry,
This day Tom's fair account has run
(Without a blot) to eighty one.
Kind Boyle, before his poet, lays
A table, with a cloth of bays;
And Ireland, mother of sweet fingers,
Presents her harp still to his fingers.
The feast, his tow'ring genius marks
In yonder wild goose and the larks!
The mushrooms shew his wit was sudden!
And for his judgment, lo a pudden!
Roaft beef, tho' old, proclaims him stout,

altho' a bard, devout.
May Tom, whom heav'n fent down to raise
The price of prologue and of plays,



VER. 5. A table] He was invited to dine on his birth-day with this Nobleman, who had prepared for him the entertain. ment of which the bill of fare is here set down.

Ver. 8. Presents ber barp] The harp is gencrally wove on the Irish Linen; such as Table-cloths, etc.

VER. 16. The price of prologues and of plays,] This alludes to a story Mr. Southera told Dryden, about the same time,

Be ev'ry birth-day more a winner,
Digest his thirty-thousandth dinner;
Walk to his grave without reproach,
And scorn a rascal and a coach,


time, to Mr. P. and Mr. W. When Southern first wrote for the stage, Dryden was so famous for his Prologues, that the players would act nothing without that decoration. His usual price till then had been four guineas: But when Southern came to him for the Prologue he had bespoke, Dryden told him he must have fix guineas for it; “which (said he) young man, is « out of no disrespect to you; but the Players have had my goods “ too cheap.”_We now look upon these Prologues with the fame admiration that the Virtuofi do on the Apothecaries pots painted by Raphael.

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