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Sheffield, who knows to strike the living lyro

With hand judicious, like thy Homer skill'd.
Bathurst impetuous hastens to the coast,
Whom you and I strive who fall love the most.

See generous Burlington, with goodly Bruce

(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’
Alas! to foreign climates he's confin'd,

Or else to see thee here I well furmiz'd :
Thou too, my Swife, dost breathe Boeotian air; .
When wile thou bring back wit and humour here?

Harcourt I see, for eloquence renown'd,

The mouth of justice, oracle of law!
Another Simon is beside him found,

Another Simon, like as straw to straw.
How Lansdown smilės, "with lasting laurel crown'li
What mitred prelate there, commands our awc?



Sec Rochester approving nods his head,
And ranks onc modern with the mighty dead.

Carleton and Chandos thy arrival grace ;

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 :
Kneller amid the triumph bears his part t,

Who could (were mankind loft) anew create :
What can th’extent of his vast foul confine ?
A painter, critick, engineer, divine !

Thee Jervas hails, robust and debonair,

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)
Yea Dennis, Gildon, (hearing thou hast riches)
And honest, hatless Cromwell, with red breeches.

O Wanley, whence com'st thou with shorten'd hair,

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:-
“ In manuscript of Grecke rede we thilke same,
“ But book yprint best plesyth myn gude dame."

Yonder I see, among th' expecting croud,

Evans with laugh jocose, and tragic Young;
High-buskind Booth, grave Mawbert, wandering

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 ;
Tickell, whose skiff (in partnership they say *)
Set forth for Greece, but founder'd in the way.

Lo the two Doncastles in Berkshire known!

Lo Bickford, Fortescue, of Devon land !
Lo Tooker, Eckershall, Sykes, Rawlinson !

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 !

How lov'd ! how honour'd thou! yet be not vain :

And sure thou art not, for I hear thee say,
All this, my friends, I owe to Homer's strain,

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.


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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.
Whether thy compter shine with suis untold,
And thy wide-grasping hand grow black with gold;
Whether thy mien erect, and sable locks,
In crowds of brokers over-awe the locks;
Suspend the worldly business of the day,
And, to enrich thy mind, attend my lay.

O thou, whose penetrative wisdom found
The South-Sea rocks and shelves, where thousands

When credit funk, and commerce gasping lay,
Thou ftood'st; nor sent'st one bill unpaid away.
When not a guinea chink'd on Martin's boards,
And Atwell's self was drain'd of all his hoards,

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