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And sages agree
The laws should decree
Resume the old claim,
And let men receive,
From a second bright Eve,
Hard doom did receive,
What a punishment new
Shall be found out for you,
The Fourth Epistle of the First Book of
HORACE's EpistLES *.
A MODERN IMITATION.
A Y t, St. John, who alone peruse
With candid eye, the mimic Mule, What schemes of politics, or laws, In Gallic lands the patriot draws ! Is then a greater work in hand, Than all the tomes of Haines's band? “ Or shoots he folly as it flies ? “ Or catches manners as they rise ?" Or, urg'd by unquench'd native heat, | Does St. John Greenwich sports repeat? Where (emulous of Chartres' fame) Ev'n Chartres' self is scarce a name.
This satire on Lord Bolingbroke, and the praise bestowed on him in a letter to Mr. Richardion, where Mr. Pope says
“ The sons shall blush their fathers were his foes;” being fo contradictory, probably occasioned the former to be suppressed. S.
Ad ALBIUM TIBULLUM.
* To you (th' all-envy'd gift of Heaven)
+ What could a tender mother's care
I Amidst thy various ebbs of fear;
life renew Is to your injur'd country due.
In 1pight of fears, of mercy spight, My genius still must rail, and write.
Di tibi formam, Di tibi divitias dederant, artemque fruendi.
+ Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, Quam fapere, & fari posset quæ fentiat, & cui Gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde,
- non deficiente crumena ?
|| Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum.
Haftę to thy Twickenham's safe retreat,
An Essay on Satire, occafioned by the death
of Mr. Pope; in Three Parts,