THE

SECOND EPISTLE

OF THE

SECOND BOOK

O F

HORAC E,

IMITATED by Mr. POPE.

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THE

SECOND EPISTLE

OF THE

SECOND BOOK of HORACE.

Ear Col'ncl! Cobham's and your Country's Friend! You love a Verfe, take fuch as I can fend. 2 A Frenchman comes, prefents you with his Boy, Bows and begins." This Lad, Sir, is of Blois: "Observe his Shape how clean! his Locks how curl'd!

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My only Son, I'd have him fee the World:

"His French is pure; his Voice too you fhall hear "Sir, he's your Slave, for twenty pound a year. O

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"Mere Wax as yet, you fashion him with ease,
"Your Barber, Cook, Upholft'rer, what you please.
"A perfect Genius at an Opera-Song-

"To fay too much, might do my Honour wrong:
"Take him with all his Virtues, on my word;
"His whole Ambition was to ferve a Lord,
"But Sir, to you, with what wou'd I not part?
"Tho' faith, I fear 'twill break his Mother's heart.
"Once, (and but once), I caught him in a Lye,⠀⠀
"And then, unwhipp'd, he had the grace to cry:
"The Fault he has I fairly shall reveal,

(Cou'd you o'erlook but that)it is, to ftcal.
3 If, after this, you took the graceless Lad,
Cou'd you complain, my Friend, he prov'd fo bad?
Faith, in fuch cafe, if you should profecute,

I think Sir Godfry fhould decide the Suit;
Who fent the Thief who ftole the Cafh, away,
And punish'd him that put it in his way.

+ Confider then, and judge me in this light; I told you when I went, I could not write ;

You

• Ille ferat pretium, &c.

• Dixi me pigrum, &c.

You faid the fame; and are you discontent
With Laws, to which you gave your own affent?
Nay worse, to ask for Verse at fuch a time!
D'ye think me good for nothing but to rhime?

5 In ANNA's Wars, a Soldier poor and old,
Had dearly earn'd a little purfe of Gold:
Tir'd with a tedious March, one lucklefs night,
He flept, poor Dog! and loft it, to a doit.
This put the Man in fuch a defp'rate Mind,
Between Revenge, and Grief, and Hunger join'd,
Against the Foe, himself, and all Mankind,
He leapt the Trenches, fcal'd a Caftle-Wall,
Tore down a Standard, took the Fort and all.
"Prodigious well!" his great Commander cry'd,
Gave him much Praife, and fome Reward befide.
Next pleas'd his Excellence a Town to batter;
(Its Name I know not, and it's no great matter)
"Go on, my Friend (he cry'd) fee yonder Walls!
"Advance and conquer! go where Glory calls!

"More Honours, more Rewards, attend the Brave". Don't you remember what Reply he gave? B

D'ye

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