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Why should I stay? Both parties rage;
The love of arts lies cold and dead
And not one Muse of all he fed,
My friends, by turns, my friends confound,
Poor Yrs fold for fifty pounds,
Why make I friendships with the
Or follow girls feven hours in eight?—
Still idle, with a bufy air,
Deep whimfies to contrive; The gayeft valetudinaire,
Most thinking rake alive.
Solicitous for other ends,
Tho' fond of dear repofe; Careless or drowsy with my friends, And frolick with my foes.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell,
Adieu to all but Gay alone,
Whose foul, fincere and free, Loves all mankind, but flatters none, And fo may starve with me.
Thefe Lines were added by Mr. POPE after the prefent Conclufion of his Addrefs to Mifs MARTHA BLOUNT, on her leaving Town, &c. "As fome fond Virgin, &c."
this strange town a different course we take, Refine ourselves to fpirit, for your fake. For want of you, we spend our random wit on The first we find with Needham, Brooks, or Briton. Hackney'd in fin, we beat about the town, And like sure spaniels, at first scent lie down : Were Virtue's felf in filks-faith keep away! Or virtue's virtue fcarce would last a day.
Thus, Madam, most men talk, and fome men do; The rest is told you in a line or two.
Some strangely wonder you're not fond to marry-
The following Lines were fung by DURASTANTI, when
ENEROUS, gay, and gallant nation, Bold in arms, and bright in arts; Land fecure from all invasion,
All but Cupid's gentle darts!
From your charms, oh who would run?
Happy foil, adieu, adieu!
Let old charmers yield to new.
In arms, in arts, be ftill more fhining;
All your joys be still encreasing;
All tastes be still refining;
All your jars for ever ceafing:
But let old charmers yield to new :-
Upon the Duke of MARLBOROUGH's Houfe at Woodstock.
Atria longè patent; fed nec cœnantibus ufquam,
SEE, Sir, here's the grand approach,
The spacious court, the colonnade,
And mark how wide the hall is made!
Thanks, Sir, cry'd I, 'tis very fine,