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UCH were the notes thy once-lov'd Poet fung,
Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
Oh, just beheld, and loft! admir'd, and mourn'd!
With fofteft manners, gentleft arts adorn'd!
Bleft in each science, bleft in every strain;
Dear to the Mufe, to Harley dear-in vain!

For him thou oft haft bid the world attend,
Fond to forget the statesman in the friend:
For Swift and him, defpis'd the farce of state,
The fober follies of the wife and great;
Dextrous, the craving, fawning croud to quit,
And pleas'd to scape from flattery to wit.

Absent or dead, ftill let a friend be dear,
(A figh the abfent claims, the dead a tear)
Recall thofe nights that clos'd thy toilfome days,
Still hear thy Parnell in his living lays:
Who, careless now, of intereft, fame, or fate,
Perhaps forgets that Oxford e'er was great;
Or, deeming meanest what we greatest call,
Beholds thee glorious only in thy fall.

And fure, if aught below the seats divine
Can touch immortals, 'tis a foul like thine :

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A foul fupreme, in each hard inftance try'd,
Above all pain, all anger, and all pride;
The rage of power, the blaft of public breath,
The luft of lucre, and the dread of death.

In vain to deferts thy retreat is made;
The Muse attends thee to thy filent shade:
Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace,
Re-judge his acts, and dignify disgrace,
When intereft calls off all her fneaking train,
When all th' oblig'd defert, and all the vain;
She waits, or to the fcaffold, or the cell,
When the last lingering friend has bid farewell.
Ev'n now she shades thy evening-walk with bays,
(No hireling fhe, no prostitute to praise)
Ev'n now observant of the parting ray,
Eyes the calm fun-set of thy various day;
Through Fortune's cloud one truly great can fee,
Nor fears to tell, that Mortimer is he.

Sept. 25, 1721.



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WHAT antient times (thofe times we fancy wife)

Have left on long record of woman's rife,

What morals teach it, and what fables hide,
What author wrote it, how that author dy'd,
All these.I fing. In Greece they fram'd the tale
(In Greece 'twas thought a woman might be frail);
Ye modern beauties! where the Poet drew
His fofteft pencil, think he dreamt of you;
And, warn'd by him, ye wanton pens beware
How Heaven's concern'd to vindicate the fair.
The cafe was Hefiod's; he the fable writ;
Some think with meaning, fome with idle wit:
Perhaps 'tis either, as the Ladies please.;, -
I wave the contest, and commence the lays.

In days of yore (no matter where or when,
'Twas ere the low creation fwarm'd with men).
That one Prometheus, fprung of heavenly birth,
(Our Author's fong can witnefs) liv'd on earth :
He carv'd the turf to mold a manly frame,
And ftole from Jove his animating flame.
The fly contrivance o'er Olympus.ran,
When thus the Monarch of the Stars began.

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O vers'd in arts! whofe daring thoughts afpire, To kindle clay with never-dying fire!

Enjoy thy glory past, that gift was thine;
The next thy creature meets, be fairly mine:
And fuch a gift, a vengeance fo defign'd,
As fuits the counfel of a God to find;
A pleasing bofom-cheat, a fpecious ill,
Which felt the curfe, yet covets still to feel.
He faid, and Vulcan ftrait the Sire commands,
To temper mortar with ætherial hands;

In fuch a fhape to mold a rifing fair,
As virgin goddeffes are proud to wear ;
To make her eyes with diamond-water shine,
And form her organs for a voice divine.

'Twas thus the Sire ordain'd; the Power obey'd;
And work'd, and wonder'd at the work he made;
The faireft, fofteft, fweetest frame beneath,
Now made to feem, now more than feem to breathe.
As Vulcan ends, the chearful Queen of Charms
Clafp'd the new-panting creature in her arms :
From that embrace a fine complexion fpread,
Where mingled whiteness glow'd with softer red.
Then in a kifs fhe breath'd her various arts,
Of trifling prettily with wounded hearts;
A mind for love, but ftill a changing mind;
The lifp affected, and the glance defign'd;
The sweet confusing blush, the fecret wink,
The gentle fwimming walk, the courteous fink;
The ftare for ftrangeness fit, for fcorn the frown;
Fer decent yielding, looks declining down;

The practis'd languish, where well-feign'd defire
Would own its melting in a mutual fire;
Gay fmiles to comfort; April fhowers to move;
And all the nature, all the art of love.

Gold fcepter'd Juno next exalts the fair;
Her touch endows her with imperious air,
Self-valuing fancy, highly-crefted pride,
Strong fovereign will, and fome defire to chide;
For which, an eloquence, that aims to vex,
With native tropes of anger, arms the fex.
Minerva, skilful goddefs, train'd the maid
To twirle the fpindle by the twisting thread;
To fix the loom, inftruct the reeds to part,
Crofs the long weft, and close the web with art,
An ufeful gift; but what profufe expence,
What world of fashions, took its rife from hence!
Young Hermes next, a close contriving God,
Her brows encircled with his ferpent rod;
Then plots and fair excuses fill'd her brain,
The views of breaking amorous vows for gain;
The price of favours; the defigning arts
That aim at riches in contempt of hearts;
And, for a comfort in the marriage life,
The little pilfering temper of a wife.

Full on the fair his beams Apollo flung,
And fond perfuafion tipp'd her easy tongue;
He gave her words, where oily flattery lays
The pleasing colours of the art of praise;
And wit, to scandal exquifitely prone,
Which frets another's fpleen to cure its own.
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