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Sheffield, who knows to strike the living lyro
With hand judicious, like thy Homer skill'd.
(But Bruce comes wafted in a soft sedan); Dan Prior next, belov'd by every Muse ;
And friendly Congreve, unreproachful man! (Oxford by Cunningham hath sent excuse ;)
See hearty Watkins comes with cup and can; And Lewis, who has never friend forsaken; And Laughton whispering asks - Is Troy town taken?
XIII. Earl Warwick comes, of free and honest mind; Bold, generous Craggs, whose heart was ne'er dis,
guis'd : * Ah why, sweet St. John, cannot I thee find?
St. John, for every social virtue priz’d.me
Or else to see thee here I well furmiz'd :
The mouth of justice, oracle of law!
Another Simon, like as straw to straw.
Sec Rochester approving nods his head,
Hanmer, whose cloquence th' unbiass'd sways ; Harley, whose goodness opens in his face,
And shews his heart the seat where virtue ftavs. Ned Blount advances next, with busy pace,
In haste, but fauntering, hearty in his ways: I see the friendly Carylls come by dozens, Their wives, thcir uncles, daughters, fons, and cousins.
XVI. Arbuthnot there I see, in physick's art,
As Galen Icarn’d, or famed Hippocrate ; Whose company drives sorrow from the heart,
As all disease his medicines disipate :
Who could (were mankind loft) anew create :
Now have [we] conquer'd Homer, friends, he cries : Darteneuf, grave joker, jorous Ford is there I,
And wondering Maine, fo fat with laughing eyes, * So in the Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot,
“ Ev'n mitred Rochefter would nod the head.” S. + This is no more than a compliment to the vanity of Sir Godfrey, which Pope and other wits were alway's putting to the strongest trials. S. 1 Charles Ford, efq; writer of the Gazette. S. 5
(Gay, (Gay, Maine, and Cheney, boon companions dear,
Gay fat, Maine fatter, Cheney huge of size)
And visage from thy shelves with dust besprent *? “ Forsooth (quoth he) from placing Homer there,
“ For ancients to compyle is myne entente : “ Of ancients only hath Lord Harley care ;
“But hither me hath my meeke lady sent:-
Evans with laugh jocose, and tragic Young;
Frowde, And Titcomb's belly waddles Now along t. * So in the Dunciad, B. ii. 185. “ But who is he in closet close ypent “ Of sober face, with learned duft befprent ?" Humphrey Wanley was librarian to Lord Oxford. S.
+ The names of the majority of persons here enumerated are in want of no illustration; and concerning a few of them, it would be difficult to supply any. Titcomb, however, is mentioned in a letter from Pope to Congreve. “ There is a grand revolution at Will's. “ Morrice has quitted for a coffee-house in the city ; “ and Titcomb is restored, to the great joy of Cromwell, “ who was at a loss for a person to converse with on " the fathers and church history.” S. VOL. I.
See Digby faints at Southern talking loud,
Yea Steele and Tickell mingle in the throng ;
Lo Bickford, Fortescue, of Devon land !
See hearty Morley + takes thee by the hand ! Ayrs, Graham, Buckridge, joy thy voyage done ;
But who can count the leaves, the stars, the sand ? Lo Stonor, Fenton, Caldwell, Ward, and Broome! Lo thousands more ; but I want rhyme and room !
And sure thou art not, for I hear thee say,
On whose strong pinions I exalt my lay. What from contending cities did he gain?
And what rewards his grateful country pay ? None, none were paid--why then all this for me? These honours, Homer, had been just to thee.
* See the “ First Book of the Iliad” among the Poems of Mr. Tickell. N.
+ Sce Privr's Ballad of “ Down Hall.” N.
By his buying and selling of the Third South-Sea
Subscript.ons, taken in by the Directors at a thousand per Cent.
ISDAIN not, Snow, my humble verse to hear :
Stick thy black pen awhile behind thy car.
O thou, whose penetrative wisdom found