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Chear up, my friend, thy dangers now are o'er;
Methinks-nay, fure the rifing coafts appear;
Hark how the guns falute from either shore,

As thy trim veffel cuts the Thames fo fair:
Shouts anfw'ring fhouts, from Kent and Effex roar,
And bells break loud thro' every guft of air:
Bonfires do blaze, and bones and cleavers ring,
As at the coming of some mighty king.



Now pafs we Gravefend with a friendly wind,
And Tilbury's white fort, and long Blackwall;
Greenwich, where dwells the friend of human kind,
More visited than either park or hall,


Come in, my friends, here fhall ye dine and lie,
And here shall breakfast, and here dine again;
And fup, and breakfast on, (if ye comply)

For I have still fome dozens of champaign :
His voice still leffens as the fhip fails by;

He waves his hand to bring us back in vain;


Withers the good, and (with him ever join'd)
Facetious Disney, greet thee first of all:
I fee his chimney smoke, and hear him fay,
Duke! that's the room for Pope, and that for Gay.





For now I fee, I fee proud London's fpires;
Greenwich is loft, and Deptford dock retires.



Oh, what a concourfe fwarms on yonder key!
The sky re-echoes with new shouts of joy :
By all this fhow, I ween, 'tis Lord May'rs day;
I hear the voice of trumpet and hautboy.-
No, now I fee them near-oh, these are they

Who come in crowds to welcome thee from Troy.
Hail to the bard whom long as loft we mourn'd,
From fiege, from battle, and from storm return'd!



Of goodly dames, and courteous knights, I view 50
The filken petticoat, and broider'd veft;

Yea Peers, and mighty Dukes, with ribbands blue,
(True blue, fair emblem of unftained breast.)
Others I fee, as noble, and more true,

By no court-badge distinguish'd from the reft: 55 First fee I Methuen, of fincerest mind, grave, as foft as woman kind.

As Arthur

VIII. What

"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?
Who knows not her? ah! thofe are Wortley's eyes?
How art thou honour'd, number'd with her friends:
For fhe diftinguifhes the good and wife. 61
The fweet-tongu'd Murray near her fide attends.
Now to my heart the glance of Howard flies;
Now Harvey, fair of face, I mark full well,
With thee, youth's youngest daughter, fweet Lepell.

I fee two lovely fifters, hand in hand,

The fair hair'd Martha, and Teresa brown;
Madge Bellenden, the tallest of the land;

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,
With Winchelsea, ftill meditating song :
With her perhaps Mifs Howe came there by chance,
Nor knows with whom, or why she comes along.



VER. 62. The Sweet-tongu'd Murray,] The prefent Lord Manf


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Far off from these fee Santlow, fam'd for dance;
And frolick Bicknell, and her fifter young;
With other names, by me not to be nam'd,
Much lov'd in private, not in publick fam'd!



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?


XIII. Earl


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?
St. John for ev'ry focial virtue priz'd.—
Alas! to foreign climates he's confin'd,

Or else to see thee here I well furmiz'd:
Thou too, my Swift, doft breathe Boeotian air
When wilt thou bring back wit and humour here?




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.

XV. Carlton


VER. 112. See Rochefter approving nods his head,] So in the Epiftle to Dr. Arbuthnot:

"Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head."

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