THE LOOKING GLASS. ON MRS. PULTENEY. [Anna Maria Gumley, daughter of John Gumley, of Isleworth, was married to Pulteney, who received with her a very large fortune. Her father gained his fortune by a glass manufactory; upon which circumstance, though hitherto unexplained, the force and elegance of this severe but pleasing composition turns. These lines were suppressed, as Pope afterwards received great civilities from Pulteney.] Bowles. WITH ITH Scornful mien, and various toss of air, Fantastic, vain, and insolently fair, Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain, She looks ambition, and she moves disdain. Be what she was, and charm mankind once more! A FAREWELL TO LONDON. 1715. DEAR, damn'd, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll teaze; To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery On every learned sot; And Garth, the best good Christian he, Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go; Why should I stay? Both parties rage; The wits in envious feuds engage; And Homer (damn him!) calls. The love of arts lies cold and dead And not one Muse of all he fed, Has yet the grace to mourn. My friends, by turns, my friends confound, Betray, and are betray'd; Poor Yrs sold for fifty pounds, Why make I friendships with the great, Still idle, with a busy air, Deep whimsies to contrive; The gayest valetudinaire, Most thinking rake alive. Solicitous for other ends, Though fond of dear repose; Careless or drowsy with my friends, Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, And Burlington's delicious meal, Adieu to all but Gay alone, Whose soul, sincere and free, Loves all mankind, but flatters none, PROLOGUE, DESIGNED FOR MR. D'URFEY'S LAST PLAY. (From Pope and Swift's Miscellanies.) [POOR Tom D'Urfey, who stood the force of so much wit, was a play-wright and song-writer. He appears to have been an inoffensive, good-humoured, thoughtless character, and was endured and laughed at by Dryden, and by Steele, who recommended his benefit nights to the attention of the public, through the medium of the Tatler and Guardian, and at length by Pope, who in a spirit betwixt contempt and charity, wrote a prologue for his last play.] Sir Walter Scott. GROWN old in rhyme, 'twere barbarous to discard Your persevering, unexhausted bard; Damnation follows death in other men, But If all your debts to Greece and Rome were paid. Believe him, he has known the world too long, 66 PROLOGUE TO THE THREE HOURS AFTER MARRIAGE." [This was the celebrated farce tripartite, in which Pope, Gay, and Arbuthnot engaged, in order to ridicule Dr. Woodward, and which was most meritoriously damned at the first representation. See Cibber's Letter to Pope.] Sir Walter Scott. AUTHORS are judged by strange capricious rules; The great ones are thought mad, the small ones fools: Yet sure the best are most severely fated; |