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Pleas'd let me own, in Elber's peaceful Grove
(Where Kent and Nature vye for Pelham's Love)
The Scene, the Master, opening to my view,
I fit and dream I see


Craggs anew! Ev'n in a Bishop I can spy Desert ;

70 Secker is decent, Rundel has a Heart, Manners with Candour are to Benfon giv'n, To Berkley, ev'ry Virtue under Heav'n.

But does the Court a worthy Man remove? That inftant I declare, he has


Love : 75 I shun his Zenith, court his mild Decline; Thus SOMMERS once, and HALIFAX, were mine.

whose personal attachments to the king appeared from his steady adherence to the royal intereft, after his resignation of his great employment of Master of the Horse ; and whose known honour and virtue made him esteemed by all parties.

VER. 66. Eper's peaceful Grove,] The house and gardens of Ether in Surry, belonging to the Honourable Mr. Pelham, Brother of the Duke of Newcastle. The author could not have given a more amiable idea of his Character than in comparing him to Mr. Craggs.

VER. 74. But does the Court a wortby Man remove?] The poet means remove him from his worth : not that he esteemed the being in or out a proof either of corruption, or virtue. " I had a glympse of a letter of yours lately (says he to Dr. “ Swift) by which I find you are, like the vulgar, apter to « think well of people out of power, than of people in power. « Perhaps 'tis a mistake; but, however, there is something « in it generous." Lett. xvii. Sept. 3, 1726.

Ver. 77. Sommers) John Lord Sommers died in 1716. He had been Lord Keeper in the reign of William III. who took from him the seals in 1700. The author had the honour of knowing him in 1706. A faithful, able, and incorrupt


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Oft, in the clear, still Mirrour of Retreat,
I ftudy'd SAREWSBURY, the wise and great :
CARLETON's calm Sense, and STANHOPE's noble

Compar'd, and knew their gen'rous End the same :
How pleasing ATTERBURY's fofter hour!
How shind the Soul, unconquer'd in the Tow'r !
How can I PulT'NEY, CHESTERFIELD forget,
While Roman Spirit charms, and Attic Wit:

ARGYLL, the State's whole Thunder born to wield,
And shake alike the Senate and the Field:
Or WYNDHAM, just to Freedom and the Throne,
The Master of our Passions, and his own.

minister ; who, to the qualities of a confummate ftatefman, added thofe of a man of Learning and Politeness.

VER. 77. Halifax] A peer, no less distinguished by his love of letters than his abilities in Parliament. He was disgraced in 1710, on the change of Queen Anne's miniftry.

Ver. 79. Shrewsbury,] Charles Talbot, Duke of Shrewsbury, had been Secretary of State, Embassador in France, Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Treasurer. He several times quitted his employments, and was often "re called. He died in 1718.

VER. 80. Carleton: ] Hen. Boyle, Lord Carleton (nephew of the famous Robert Boyle) who was Secretary of state under William Jr. and President of the council'under Q. Anne.

Ibid. Stanhope] James Earl Stanhope. A Nobleman of equal courage, spirit, and learning. General in Spain, and Secretary of state.

VER. 88.Wyndham] Sir William Wyndham, Chancellor of the Exchequer under Queen Anne, made early a considerable figure; but since a much greater both by his ability and eloquence, joined with the utmost-judgment and temper.


Train ;


Names, which I long, have lov’d, nor lov'd in vain, Rank'd with their Friends, not number'd with their

91 And if yer higher the proud List should end, Still, let me say! No Follower, but a Friend.

Yet think not, Friendship only prompts my lays; I follow Virtue ; where the shines, I praise : 95Point she to Priest or Elder, Whig or Tory, Or round a Quaker's Beaver, caft a Glory. I never (to my sorrow. I declare) Din’d with the Man of Ross, or my LORD MAY'R. Some, in their choice of Friends (nay, look not grave) Have still a secret Byass to a Knave : To find an honest man I beat about, And love him, court him, praise him, in or out. F. Then why fo few commended ?

P. Not fo fierce; Find you

the Virtue, and I'll find the Verse. But random Praise the task can ne'er be done; Each Mother asks it for her booby Son, Each Widow asks it for the Best of Men, For him she weeps, and him she weds agen. Praise cannot stoop, like Satire, to the ground ; 110 The Number

may be hang’d, but not be crown'd. Enough for half the Greatest of these days, To 'scape my Censure, not expect my Praise, Are they not rich? what more can they pretend ? Dare they to hope. a. Poet for their Friend? 115



What Richelieu wanted, Louis scarce could gain,
And what young AMMON wish'd, but wish'd in vain.
No Pow'r the Muse's Friendship can command;
No Pow'r, when Virtue claims it, can withstand:
To Cato, Virgil pay'd one honest line ;
O let
my Country's


Friends illumin mine! -What are you thinking? F. Faith the thought's no

fin, I think your Friends are out, and would be in.

P. If merely to come in, Sir, they go out, The way they take is strangely round about.

F. They too may be corrupted, you'll allow!
P. I only call those Knaves who are so now.

Is that too little ? Come then, I'll comply-
Spirit of Arnall! aid me while I lie.
COBHAM's a Coward, POLWARTH is a Slave, 130
And LYTTELTON a dark, designing Knave,
St. John has ever been a wealthy Fool
But let me add, Sir Robert's mighty dull,
Has never made a Friend in private life,
And was, besides, a Tyrant to his Wife. 135

But, pray, when others praise him, do I blame!
Call Verres, Wolfey, any odious name:

Ver. 129. Spirit of Arnall!] Look for him in his place. Dunc. B. ii. ver. 315.

VER. 130. Polwartb.] The Hon. Hugh Hume, Son of Alex. ander Earl of Marchmont, Grandson of Patric Earl of March mont, and distinguished, like them, in the cause of Liberty.


Why rail they then, if but a Wreath of mine,
Oh All-accomplish'd St. John ! deck thy shrine ?

What? Mall each spurgalld Hackney of the day,
When Paxton gives him double Pots and Pay, 141
Or eaclı new-penfion'd Sycophant, pretend
To break my Windows if I treat a Friend?
Then wisely plead, to me they meant no hurt,
But 'twas my Guest at whom they threw the dirt ?
Sure, if I spare the Minister, no rules
Of Honour bind me, not to maul his Tools ;
Sure, if they cannot cut, it may

be said His Saws are toothless, and his Hatchet's Lead.

It anger'd Turenne, once upon a day, 150 To see a Footman kick’d that took his pay : But when he heard th' Affront the Fellow

gave, Knew one a Man of honour, one a Knave; The prudent Gen'ral turn'd it to a jest, And begg’d, he'd take the pains to kick the rest : 155 Which not at present having time to do

F. Hold Sir! for God's-sake where's th' Affront to

you !

Against your worship when had s–k writ?
Or P-ge pour'd forth the Torrent of his Wit?

the Bard whose diftich all commend [In Pow'r a Servant, out of Pow'r a friend]


Ver. 160, tbe Bard] A verse taken out of a poem to Sir R, W. Vol. IV.


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