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“ Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?”
Yes, she has one, I must aver;
The Woman's deaf, and does not hear.
On bis Grotto at Twickenbam, composed of marbles, spars,
gems, ores, and minerals. Thou who shalt stop where Thames' translucent
Shines a broad mirror through the shady cave;
On receiving from the Right Hon. the Lady Frances Shirley,
a standish and two pens. Yes, I beheld th’ Athenian Queen
Descend in all her sober 'charms; " And take,” she said, and smil'd serene,
“ Take at this hand, celestial arms.
“ Secure the radiant weapons wield;
“ This golden lante shall guard desert; “ And if a vite dares keep the field,
« This steel shall stab it to the heart." Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell,
Receiv'd the weapons of the sky, And dipp'd them in the sable well,
The fount of fame or infamy. “ What well? what weapon?” Flavia cries,
“ A standish, steel, and golden pen!
“ I gave it you to write again.
“ You'll bring a House (I mean of Peers)
“ L--- and all about your ears. “ You'd write as smooth again on glass,
« And run on ivory so glib, As not to stick at fool or ass,
“ Nor stop at fạtiery or fib. « Athenian Queen! and sober charms!
“ I tell ye, fool! there's nothing in't : «.'Tis Venus, Venus gives these arms;
“ In Dryden's Virgil see thre print. “Come, if you'll be a quiet soul,
"That dares tell neither truth ner lies, “I'll list you in the harmless roll
“ Of those that sing of these poor ejes."
1. On Charles Earl of Dorset, in the church of Withyam, in
His saltem accumulem donis, er fun ar inani
Dorset, the grace of court's, the Muse's pride,
II. On Sir William Trumball, one of the principal Secreo
taries of State to King William III. who, baring resigned his place, died in bis retirement at Eastbamstead, in Berksbire, 1716.
A pleasing form, a firm, yet cautious mind,
III. On the Hon. Simon Harcourt, only son of the Lord
Chancellor Harcourt, at the church of Stanton-Harcourt, in Oxfordsbire, 1720.
To this sad shrine, who'er thou art, draw near;
How vain is reason, eloquence how weak!
IV. On James Craggs, Esq. in Westminster Abbey.
REGI MAGNA BRITANNIA A SECRETIS
ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS,
PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIÆ:
VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR
ANNOS, HEU TAUCOS, xxxv.
OB. FEB. XVI. M.DCC.XX.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
V. Intended for Mr. Rowe, in Westminster Abbey.
Tuy reliques, Rowe! to this fair urn we trust,