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TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAM
ON ANTONIUS PRIMUS."
- TO ERINNA."
1722. THOUGH sprightly Sappho force our love and praise A softer wonder my pleased soul surveys, The mild Erinna blushing in her bays. So, while the sun's broad beam yet strikes the sight, All mild appears the moon's more sober light, Serene, in virgin majesty she shines; And unobserved the glaring sun declines.
INSCRIPTION ON A PUNCH-BOWL,
EUROPA WITH THE BULL.
The gods shall of our stock take care;
And Jove with joy puts off the bear. 1 Jam numerat placido felix Antonius ovo, &c. 2 Erinna was a celebrated Greek poetess who died young. She was chained by her mother to her Spinning Wheel. Her chief poem is called “The Spindle.” Pope applies her name to some unknown literary friend of his in these lines,
ON RECEIVING FROM THE RIGHT HON.
THE LADY FRANCES SHIRLEY A
STANDISH AND TWO PENS.
Descend in all her sober charms;
“Take at this hand celestial arms:
This golden lance shall guard desert,
This steel shall stab it to the heart.”
Awed, on my bended knees I fell,
Received the weapons of the sky;
The fount of fame or infamy.
“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.
And run, on ivory, so glib,
Nor stop at flattery or fib.
1 To enter into the spirit of this address, it is necessary to premise, that the poet was threatened with a prosecution in the House of Lords, for the two poems entitled the “Epilogue to the Satires." On which, with great resentment against his enemies, for not being willing to distinguish between
“Grave epistles bringing vice to light" and licentious libels, he began a third dialogue, more severe and sublime than the first and second; which being ano secret, matters were soon compromised. His enemies agreed to drop the prosecution, and he promised to leave the third dialogue unfinished and suppressed. This affair occasioned this beautiful little poem, to which it alludes throughout, but more especially in the four last stanzas. - Warburton quoted by Bowles. 2 Pallas,
3 A famous toy-shop at Bath. - Warburton.
“ Athenian Queen! and sober charms!
I tell ye, fool, there's nothing i't:
In Dryden's Virgil see the print.
“Come, if you'll be a quiet soul,
That dares tell neither truth nor lies,
Of those that sing of these poor eyes."?
TRANSLATION OF A PRAYER OF BRUTUS.
Given by Pope to the Rev Aaron Thompson, of Queen's College, Oxford. Mr. Thompson got him to look over a translation of the “ Chronicle of Geoffrey of Monmouth,” done by himself, and Pope translated these lines from it for him. Pope gives a most amusing account of his interviews with Mr. Thompson in his letters.
GODDESS of woods, tremendous in the chase,
To mountain wolves and all the savage race,
[From the Letters.]
i When she delivers to Æneas a suit of heavenly armour.Warburton.
2 This beautiful lady was fourth daughter of the Earl of Ferrers, who had, at that time, a house at Twickenham. She was the “ Fanny, blooming fair," of Lord Chesterfield's once well-known ballad. She died unmarried at Bath in 1762,
The Third Dialogue is supposed to have been the fragment follow. ing, which was found by Lord Bolingbroke, his executor, amongst the sweepings of his study. It is a mere literary curiosity.
O WRETCHED Britian jealous now of all,
C 'his own proud dupe, thinks monarchs things
Through clouds of passion P— 's views are clear,
S i jogs on, till, past belief, He finds himself companion with a thief.
To purge and let the blood, with fire and sword, Is all the help stern S— would afford.
That those who bind and rob thee, would not kill, Good
C h opes, and candidly sits still. Of Ch— s W— who speaks at all, No more than of Sir Harry or Sir Paul ? Whose names once up, they thought it was not wrong To lie in bed, but sure they lay too long. G— r,
C m , B- t,' pay thee due regards, Unless the ladies bid them mind their cards.
with wit that must And C- d, who speaks so well, and writes, Whom (saving W.) every S. harper bites.
1 Cobham. ? Sandys. 3 Shippen.
must needs Whose wit and equally provoke one, Finds thee, at best, the butt to crack his joke on.
As for the rest, each winter up they run,
Rise, rise, great W— , fated to appear,
What can thy H.'.......
Or those foul copies of thy face and tongue,
1 Lord Carteret. 2 Pulteney. 3 Walpole. 4 Horace 6 Winnington. 6 Doddington. 7 Hare, Bishop of Chichester. 8 Foxe, Henley, Hinton.
• Blackburn, Archbishop of York, and Hoadley, Bishop of Winchester.
10 Onslow, the Speaker, and Earl Delawar. 11 Newcastle's.