An epistle from a dog at Twickenham to a dog at court. thee, fweet fop, thefe lines I fend, Yet thence to think I'd bite your head off! FOP! you can dance, and make a leg, To lay your head in ev'ry lap, And, when they think not of you-fnap! E'er faid of me, is, I can bite; 25 WHILE you, and ev'ry courtly fop, Fawn on the devil for a chop, A butcher, tho' he brings me meat; YOUR pilf'ring lord with fimple pride WHEN all fuch dogs have had their days, 30 35 40 Shall hear and dread my manly roar. SEE Bounce, like Berecynthia, crown'd 45 With thund'ring offspring all around; Beneath, befide me, and at top, BEFORE MY children fet your beef, Not one true Bounce will be a thief; From me they fuck a little grace: While your fine whelps learn all to steal, * Alii legunt Harvequinis. My eldest born refides not far, Where shines great Strafford's glittring ftar: My fecond (child of fortune!) waits (Happiest of dogs !) in Cobham's walks: One ushers friends to Bathurft's door; 60 To keep off flatt'rers, spies, and panders, 75 And scarce Lord Fannys from his ear: Enjoy at least a friend or two ; A treasure which of royal kind Few but himself deferve to find. 80 THEN Bounce ('tis all that Bounce can crave) Shall wag her tail within the grave. * On the Countefs of BURLINGTON cutting PAPER. PALLAS grew vap'rish once and odd; She would not do the leaft right thing, Either for goddefs or for god, Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor fing. Jove frown'd, and " Ufe" (he cry'd) " those eyes This vexing him who gave her birth, Thought by all heav'n a burning fhame, Pallas, you give yourself strange airs; But fure you'll find it hard to fpoil The fenfe and taste of one that bears The name of Savile and of Boyle. Alas! one bad example shown, How quickly all the fex purfue! I * On a certain LADY at court. Know the thing that's most uncommon, (Envy, be filent, and attend!) I know a reasonable woman, Handsome and witty, yet a friend. Not warp'd by paffion, aw'd by rumour! Not grave thro' pride, or gay thro' folly; And fenfible foft melancholy. 6 10 15 20 An equal mixture of good humour, "Has fhe no faults then," (Envy fays)" Sir !" Yes, he has one, I'muft aver : 10 When all the world confpires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear. To To Dr DELANY, wtitten against him. on the LIBELS -Tanti tibi non fit opaci Omnis arena Tagi. Written in the year 1729. As fome raw youth in country bred, To arms by thirst of honour led, When at a skirmith first he hears Concluding, that another fhot Will ftrike him dead upon the fpot. 20 But, when with fquibbing, flashing, popping, He cannot fee one creature dropping; That, miffing fire, or miffing aim, His life is fafe, I mean his fame; THO' fplendor gives the fairest mark To poifon'd arrows from the dark, 25 |