Names, which I long have lov'd, nor lov'd in vain, Rank'd with their Friends, not number'd with their Train; 91 And if yet higher the proud Lift should end, 95 Din'd with the Man of Ross, or my LORD MAY'R. Some, in their choice of Friends (nay, look not grave) Have ftill a fecret Byafs to a Knave: To find an honeft man I beat about, And love him, court him, praise him, in or out. Find P. Not fo fierce ; you the Virtue, and I'll find the Verse. agen. 101 Praise cannot stoop, like Satire, to the ground; 105 1 110 .ཟ་རྭ 115 What RICHELIEU wanted, Louis scarce could gain, And what young AMMON wifh'd, but wish'd in vain. No Pow'r the Mufe's Friendship can command; No Pow'r, when Virtue claims it, can withstand: To Cato, Virgil pay'd one honeft line; 120 O let my Country's Friends illumin mine! -What are you thinking? F. Faith the thought's ne fin, I think your Friends are out, and would be in. P. If merely to come in, Sir, they go out, But, pray, when others praise him, do I blame! Call Verres, Wolfey, any odious name? 125 130 135 VER. 129. Spirit of Arnall!] Look for him in his place. Dunc. B. ii. ver. 315. VER. 130. Polwarth.] The Hon. Hugh Hume, Son of Alex. ander Earl of Marchmont, Grandfon 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, To break my Windows if I treat a Friend? 145 Of Honour bind me, not to maul his Tools; Sure, if they cannot cut, it may be faid His Saws are toothless, and his Hatchet's Lead. 'It anger'd TURENNE, once upon a day, 150 To fee a Footman kick'd that took his pay: And begg'd, he'd take the pains to kick the rest: 155 F. Hold Sir! for God's-fake where's th' Affront to you? Against your worship when had S-k writ? Or Or P-ge pour'd forth the Torrent of his Wit? 160 VER. 160. the Bard] A verfe taken out of a poem to Sir R. W. To W-le guilty of some venial fin; The Prieft whofe Flattery be-dropt the Crown, 165 } 171 From him the next receives it, thick or thin, 175 As pure a mess almost as it came in ; Drops to the third, who nuzzles close behind; From tail to mouth, they feed and they carouse: 180 F. This filthy fimile, this beastly line Quite turns my ftomach— P. So does Flatt'ry mine; And all your courtly Civet-cats can vent, Perfume to you, to me is Excrement. VER. 164. The Priest, etc.] Spoken not of any particular prieft, but of many priests. VER. 166. And bow did, etc.] This feems to allude to a complaint made ver. 7. of the preceding Dialogue. But hear me further-Japhet, 'tis agreed, 185 Writ not, and Chartres fcarce could write or read, In all the Courts of Pindus guiltless quite ; But Pens can forge, my Friend, that cannot write; Unless, good man! he has been fairly in? 195 Th' Affront is mine, my friend, and should be yours. Who think a Coxcomb's Honour like his Sense; VARIATIONS. VER. 185. in the MS. I grant it, Sir; and further, 'tis agreed, Japhet writ not, and Chartres fcarce could read. VER. 185. Japhet Bathurst. 201 Chartres] See the Epiftle to Lord VER. 204. And mine as Man, who feel for all mankind.] From Terence: "Homo fum: humani nihil a me alienum << puto." |