Nay, e'en the parts of shame by name would call, Whene'er she passed by or lane or nook, Would greet the man who turn'd him to the wall, And by his hand obscene the porter took, Nor ever did askance like modest virgin look. VI. Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town; pitch: strong of Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown; rich, Grots, statues, urns, and Jon's dog and bitch; Ne village is without, on either side, All up the silver Thames, or all adown; Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd Vales, spires, meand'ring streams, and Windsor's tow'ry pride. III. EARL OF DORSET. ARTEMISIA. THOUGH Artemisia talks, by fits, Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke: * By Artemisia, Pope has been thought to have meant queen Caroline. It certainly bears in many points a resemblance, but coloured by spleen. She became corpulent; and Mr Coxe ob Yet in some things, methinks, she fails; 'Twere well, if she would pare her nails, And wear a cleaner smock. Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride On her large squab you find her spread, That lies and stinks in state. She wears no colours (sign of grace) And masculine her stride. So have, I seen, in black and white, A stately, worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, motley cha. serves, "Her levees were a strange mixture of the racter and manners of a queen and learned woman. She received company while at her toilette-Learned men and divines were intermixed with courtiers and ladies of the household. The conversation turned upon metaphysical subjects, blended with the tittle-tattle of the drawing-room."-Coxe's Memoirs. * Let the curious reader compare Fenton's imitation of Dor. set's manner with this of Pope.-Dr WARTON. PHRYNE. PHRYNE had talents for mankind; Her learning and good breeding such, Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes, In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades, So have I known those insects fair, Still gain new titles with new forms; IV. SWIFT. THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON. PARSON, these things in thy possessing A Chrysostom, to smooth thy band in; Toast Church and Queen, explain the news, Talk with churchwardens about pews; Pray heartily for some new gift, And shake his head at Doctor SWIFT. * I. E., his (the parson's) own wife, and not the squire's; at least we must presume so, though the text is ambiguous. THE CAPON'S TALE: TO A LADY, WHO FATHERED HER LAMPOONS [The friendship between Pope and Lady Mary Wortley Montague, having degenerated into rivalry, the bard, upon the present and several other occasions, expressed his indignation in a manner which admitted of no retort, by addressing unmanly ribaldry to a female of rank and genius.] IN Yorkshire dwelt a sober yeoman, And saw her cocks well serve her hens. With eyes so piercing, yet so pleasant, Yet tender was this hen so fair, And hatch'd more chicks than she could rear. |