My eldest born refides not far, Where shines great Strafford's glittʼring står: At Burlington's Palladian gates: A third majestically stalks . (Happiest of dogs !) in Cobham's walks: One ufhers friends to Bathurst's door; One fawns at Oxford's on the poor. NOBLES whom arms or arts adorn, 60 65 Wait for my infants yet unborn. None but a peer of wit and grace Can hope a puppy of my race. AND O! would fate the blifs decree To mine (a blifs too great for me.!) 70 That two my tallest fons might grace, Attending each with ftately pace, Iülus' fide, as erft Evander's t, To keep off flatt'rers, fpies, and panders, To let no noble flave come near, 75 And scarce Lord Fannys from his ear: or two; A treasure which of royal kind Few but himself deferve to find. 80 THEN Bounce ('tis all that Bounce can crave) Shall wag her tail within the grave. * On the Countefs of BURLINGTON cutting PAPER. PALLAS grew vap`rish once and odd; She would not do the least right thing, Either for goddefs or for god, Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor fing. To Dr DELANY, ca de Los written again. S As fore raw youth in councy brei, To arms by dirt if incur lei, hen with squibbing, t fee one creatur ng fire, or mi fe, I mean hi in the f ng, pop Το Jove frown'd, and " Ufe" (he cry'd) "those eyes This vexing him who gave her birth, Thought by all heav'n a burning fhame, Pallas, you give yourself strange airs; But fure you'll find it hard to spoil The fenfe and tafte of one that bears The name of Savile and of Boyle. Alas! one bad example shown, How quickly all the fex purfue! I On a certain LADY at court. Know the thing that's most uncommon, (Envy, be filent, and attend !) I know a reasonable woman, Handsome and witty, yet a friend. Not warp'd by paffion, aw'd by rumour! And fenfible foft melancholy. 5 "Sir !" 10 * Has the no faults then," (Envy fays) The woman's deaf, and does not hear. Το To Dr DELANY, on the LIBELS wtitten against him. S Written in the year 1729. As fome raw youth in country bred, To arms by thirst of honour led, When at a skirmifh firft he hears ; The bullets whistling round his ears, Will ftrike him dead upon the fpot. But, when with fquibbing, flashing, popping, THO' fplendor gives the fairest mark To poifon'd arrows from the dark, |