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TO LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.
IN beauty, or wit,
No mortal as yet
To question your empire has dar'd;
Have thought that in learning,
To yield to a lady was hard.
Have reading to females deny'd:
The Bible to use,
Left flocks fhou'd be wife as their guide,
Then bravely, fair dame,
Which to your whole fex does belong;
From a fecond bright Eve,
The knowledge of right and of wrong.
But if the first Eve
Hard doom did receive,
When only one apple had she,
ZELL, at Sanger's call, invok'd his Mufe, For who to fing for Sanger cou'd refuse? His numbers fuch as Sanger's felf might use. Reviving Perault, murd'ring Boileau, he Slander'd the ancients first, then Wycherley; Which yet not much that old bard's anger rais'd, Since those were flander'd most, whom Ozell prais❜d. Nor had the gentle fatire caus'd complaining, Had not fage Rowe pronounc'd it entertaining; How great must be the judgment of that writer, Who the Plain-dealer damns, and prints the Biter!
EGBERT SANGER ferved his apprenticeship with Jacob Tonfon, and fucceeded Bernard Lintot in his shop at Middle Temple Gate, Fleet-street. Lintot printed Ozell's translation of Perrault's Characters, and Sanger his tranflation of Boileau's Lutrin, recom mended by Mr. Rowe, Anno 1709.
ON MRS. PULTENEY.
ITH fcornful mien, and various tofs of air, Fantastic, vain, and infolently fair, Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain,
She looks ambition, and she moves disdain.
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A FAREWELL TO LONDON
IN THE YEAR 1714.
EAR, damn'd, distracting town, farewell!
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Soft Bs and rough C-.-, adieu!
To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd
Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery
Lintot, farewell! thy bard muft go;