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Look upon Baffet, you who Reason boast;
What more than marble must that heart compofe,
At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play,
Soft SIMPLICETTA doats upon a Beau;
Cease your contention, which has been too long;
GRAY wrote a Quaker's Eclogue, and Swift a Footman's Eclogue; and faid to Pope, "I think the Paftoral Ridicule is not exhausted; what think you of a Newgate Paftoral, among the whores and thieves there?" When Lady M. W. Montague would fometimes fhew a copy of her verses to Pope, and he would make fome little alterations, "No," faid fhe, " Pope, no touching! for then, whatever is good for any thing will pafs for yours, and the reft for mine."
VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU.
UN JOUR DIT UN AUTEUR, etc.
NCE (fays an Author, where I need not say) 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, fwallows it, before their fight. The cause of ftrife remov'd so rarely well, There take (fays Justice) take ye each a Shell. We thrive at Westminster on Fools like you: 'Twas a fat Oyster-Live in peace-Adieu.
IT will be no unufeful or unpleafing amufement to compare this tranflation with the original:
"Un jour, dit un Auteur, n'importe en quel chapitre,
Tenez voilà, dit elle, à chacun une écaille.
Meffieurs, l'huître étoit bonne. Adieu, Vivez en paix."
In the fifth, fixth, feventh, ninth, and twelfth verses, Pope is inferior to the original.
ANSWER TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION OF MRS. HOW.
HAT IS PRUDERY?
'Tis a Beldam,
Seen with Wit and Beauty seldom. 'Tis a fear that starts at shadows; 'Tis, (no, 'tis'n't) like Mifs Meadows. 'Tis a Virgin hard of Feature, Old, and void of all good-nature; Lean and fretful; would seem wise; Yet plays the fool before the dies. 'Tis an ugly envious Shrew, That rails at dear Lepell and You.
AMONG thefe fmaller poems of our author, the following couplet used to be printed, on a dog's collar, which he gave to the Prince of Wales:
"I am his Highness's dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, Sir, whose dog are you?"
Which was taken from Sir William Temple's Mifcellanies, vol. iii. p. 323. faid to be the answer of Mr. Grantham's Fool to one who afked him whofe fool he was.
OCCASIONED BY SOME VERSES OF HIS GRACE
MUSE, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends,
And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.
VER. 2. Buckingham commends.] It would be difficult to add any thing to the finished portrait of this nobleman, given by Mr. Walpole in his Anecdotes, vol. ii. p. 118.
VER. 5 and 6. This more] A very groundless complaint! Few authors, during their lives, were more refpected and revered than himself by perfons of rank and judges of merit.