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S M I L I N D A.
Soft SIMPLICETTA doats upon a Beau ; Prudina likes a Man, and laughs at Show. Their several graces in my SHARPER meet; 105 Strong as the Footman, as the Master sweet.
L O V E T.
Cease your contention, which has been too long; I grow impatient, and the Tea's too strong. Attend, and yield to what I now decide ; The Equipage shall grace SMILINDA's Side: 110 The Snuff-Box to CARDELIA I decree, Now leave complaining, and begin your Tea. .
Verbatim from BOILEAU.
Un Jour dit un Auteur, etc.
NCE (fays an Author, where I need not fay)
Two Trav'lers foundan Oyster in their way; Both fierce, both hungry; the dispute grew strong, While Scale in hand Dame Justice past along. Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws, Explain’d the matter, and would win the cause. Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful Right, Takes, opens, swallows it, before their fight. The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well, There take (says Justice) take ye
each a Shell. We thrive at Westminster on Fools like you: 'Twas a fat Oyster-Live in peace-Adieu.
ANSWER to the following
Question of Mrs. HOWE.
HAT IS PRUDERY?
'Tis a Beldam, Seen with Wit and Beauty seldom. 'Tis a fear that starts at shadows. "Tis, (no, 'tisn't) like Miss Meadows. 'Tis a Virgin hard of Feature, old, and void of all good-nature; Lean and fretful; would seem wise ; Yet plays the fool before she dies. 'Tis an ugly envious Shrew, That rails at dear Lepell and You.
Occasioned by some Verses of his
Grace the Duke of BUCK
IN G H A M.
USE, 'tis enough: at length thy labour
ends, And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends. Let Crowds of Critics now my Verse assail, Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail : This more than payswhole years of thankless pain, Time, health, and fortune are not lost in vain. Sheffield approves, consenting Phæbus bends, And I and Malice from this hour are friends.
PRO L O G U E
By Mr. POPE, To a Play for Mr. Dennis's Benefit, in
1733, when he was old, blind, and in great Distress, a little before his Death.
S when that Hero, who in each Campaign,
many a Vandal flain, Lay fortune-struck, a spectacle of Woe! Wept by each Friend, forgiv'n by ev'ry Foe: Was there a gen'rous, a reflecting mind, 5 But pitied BELISARIUs old and blind?
NO TE s. Ver. 6. But pitied Belifurius, etc.) Nothing could be more happily imagined than this allusion, nor more finely conduct. ed. The continued pleasantry is so delicately touched, that it took nothing irom the self-satisfaction the Critic, who heard it, had in his own merit, or the Audience in their charity. In a word, is benevolent irony is prosecuted with so mafterly a hand, that the Poet supposed, had Dennis himself the wit to fee it, he would have had the ingenuity to approve of it.
bis readed Sat'rift, Dennis will confiss,