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Chear up, my friend, thy dangers now are o'er;
As thy trim veffel cuts the Thames fo fair:
Now pafs we Gravefend with a friendly wind,
Come in, my friends, here fhall ye dine and lie,
For I have still fome dozens of champaign :
He waves his hand to bring us back in vain;
Withers the good, and (with him ever join'd)
For now I fee, I fee proud London's fpires;
Oh, what a concourfe fwarms on yonder key!
Who come in crowds to welcome thee from Troy.
Of goodly dames, and courteous knights, I view 50
Yea Peers, and mighty Dukes, with ribbands blue,
By no court-badge distinguish'd from the reft: 55 First fee I Methuen, of fincerest mind, grave, as foft as woman kind.
"Arthur, whofe giddy fon neglects the laws,
Imputes to me, and my damn'd works, the caufe!"
VER. 57. As Arthur grave, &c.] This perfon is mentioned in the Epiftle to Arbuthnot, v. 23.:
What lady's that, to whom he gently bends?
The fair hair'd Martha, and Teresa brown;
And fmiling Mary, foft and fair as down. Yonder I fee the chearful Duchess stand,
For friendship, zeal, and blithsome humours known: Whence that loud fhout in fuch a hearty ftrain? Why, all the Hamiltons are in her train.
See next the decent Scudamore advance,
VER. 62. The Sweet-tongu'd Murray,] The prefent Lord Manf
Far off from these fee Santlow, fam'd for dance;
But now behold the female band retire,
And the fhrill mufic of their voice is ftill'd! Methinks I fee fam'd Buckingham admire,
That in Troy's ruin thou hadst not been kill'd; 85 Sheffield, who knows to ftrike the living lyre,
With hand judicious, like thy Homer skill'd. Bathurst impetuous haftens to the coast,
Whom you and I ftrive who fhall love the most.
See generous Burlington, with goodly Bruce, (But Bruce comes wafted in a foft fedan) Dan Prior next, belov'd by every muse,
And friendly Congreve, unreproachful man! (Oxford by Cunningham hath fent excufe)
See hearty Watkins comes with cup and cann; 95 And Lewis, who has never friend forfaken; And Laughton whisp'ring afks-Is Troy town taken?
VER. 78. Santlow, fam'd for dance;] She afterwards married Booth the player. Mrs. Bicknell, the actress, is mentioned either in the Spectator or Tatler, with applause.
Earl Warwick comes, of free and honeft mind; Bold, gen'rous Craggs, whofe heart was ne'er difguis'd:
Ah why, fweet St. John, cannot I thee find?
Or else to see thee here I well furmiz'd:
Harcourt I fee for eloquence renown'd,
The mouth of juftice, oracle of law! Another Simon is befide him found,
Another Simon, like as ftraw to straw. 109 How Lanfdown fmiles, with lafting laurel crown'd! What mitred prelate there commands our awe? See Rochester approving nods his head,
And ranks one modern with the mighty dead.
VER. 112. See Rochefter approving nods his head,] So in the Epiftle to Dr. Arbuthnot:
"Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head."