Full on my ear, and shakes my inmoft foul, To root exceffes from the human breast; The best! he teaches thee thy felf to know: Enter his fchool of truth: where PLATO's felf Might preach; and TULLY deign to lend an ear. i Ethic Epiftles. Laft Emerging from oblivion's muddy. pool, Give the round face to view; and shameless front Born to improve the age, and cheat mankind The gilded chariot drives: - For he is dead! Convey his facred duft! Its fwans expir'd; Th' attendant Graces check'd the sprightly dance, * Dunciad. The The Cave of POPE. A Prophecy. W By RD-—. HEN dark oblivion in her fable cloak Shall wrap the names of heroes and of kings; And their high deeds fubmitting to the strake Of time shall fall amongst forgotten things: Then (for the Mufe that diftant day can fee) Thy facred grott fhall with thy name survive. Grateful pofterity, from age to age, With pious hand the ruin fhall repair: Some good old man, to each enquiring fage Pointing the place, fhall cry, "The Bard liv'd there, "Whose song was mufic to the liftening ear, Yet taught audacious vice and folly, fhame: "Eafy his manners, but his life fevere; "His word alone gave infamy or fame. "Sequefter'd from the fool and coxcomb-wit, "Beneath this filent roof the Muse he found; 'Twas here he slept infpir'd, or fate and writ; Here with his friends the focial glass went round." With aweful veneration shall they trace The steps which thou so long before haft trod; With reverend wonder view the folemn place, From whence thy genius foar'd to nature's God, Then, fome small gem, or mofs, or fhining ore, |