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PAGE HOWARD, Earl of SUFFOLK (1671-1731); EDWARD

200, 201 LEVERIDGE (1670-1758); RICHARD

262-264 LYTTELTON, Lord LYTTELTON (1709-1773); GEORGE


244-250 [? MALLET (1705-1765); DAVID

278, 279] MILLER (1706-1744); Rev. JAMES .

265 MONK (C. 1716); Hon. MARY.

137 MONTAGU (1689–1762) ; Lady Mary (PIERREPONT, 'afterwards) WORTLEY

143-146, 152–155 MORDAUNT, Earl of PETERBOROUGH (1638-1735); CHARLES MOTTEUX (1660-1718); PIERRE ANTOINE

66, 67 PAGET, Lord PAGET (1689–1742); THOMAS CATESBY

292, 293 PARNELL, D.D., Archdeacon of Clogher (1679–1718); THOMAS 114-120 PHILIPS (1675-1749); AMBROSE

104-108 PHILIPS (1676-1709); JOHN

93 POPE (1688–1744); ALEXANDER

1-36, 46, 47, 109, 150, 151 POPPLE (1701–1764); WILLIAM

251 PRIOR (1664-1721); MATTHEW

68-92 R., S. (c. 1724)

194, 195 RAMSAY (1686–1758); ALLAN .

181-185 Roome (?-1729); EDWARD

218-220 ROWE, Poet Laureate (1674-1718); NICHOLAS

124-127 SAVAGE (? -1743); RICHARD .

206, 207 SHEFFIELD, Duke of BUCKINGHAM (1648–1721); JOHN

131-135 SOMERVILLE (1675-1742); WILLIAM

214-217 STEELE (1672–1729); Captain Sir RICHARD

62, 63 SWIFT, Dean of St. Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin 1745); JONATHAN .

210-213 THOMSON (1700-1748); JAMES

278–284 THURSTON (c. 1729) ; JOSEPH

226, 227 TICKELL (1686–1740); THOMAS

172-174 WALSH (1663–1708); WILLIAM

52-54 WARD (1667-1731); EDWARD

175-177 WELSTED (1689–1747); LEONARD.

138, 139 WESLEY the Elder (1692–1739); Rev. SAMUEL

199 WEST, the friend of THOMAS GRAY (? -1642); RICHARD 285–287 WILLIAMS, Knight of the Bath (1709-1759); Sir CHARLES HANBURY

288–291 YONGE, Bart. (? –1775) ; Rt. Hon. Sir William








1701-1744 A.D.


[Henrietta HOWARD, Countess Of Suffolk.]

I know the thing that 's most uncommon!

(Envy, be silent; and attend !) I know a reasonable woman;

Handsome and witty, yet a friend !

Not warped by passion, awed by rumour;

Not grave through pride, or gay through folly; An equal mixture of good humour

And sensible soft melancholy.

'Has she no faults then,' Envy


Yes, she has one, I must aver!
When all the World conspires to praise her;

The woman 's deaf, and does not hear !


[This imitation of HORACE's Ode, Beatus integer, &c., was written in 1700, when young ALEXANDER POPE was not twelve years old. The present is his revised text of 1736.]

HAPPY the man whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound; Content to breathe his native air

In his own ground:

Whose herds, with milk; whose fields, with bread;

Whose flocks supply him with attire : Whose trees, in Summer yield him shade;

In Winter, fire.

Blest! who can unconcern'dly find

Hours, days, and years slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease

Together mixt; sweet recreation ;
And innocence, which most does please,

With meditation.

Thus, let me live, unseen! unknown!

Thus, unlamented, let me die !
Steal from the world ; and not a stone

Tell where I lie!

THESE, equal syllables alone require; Though oft, the ear the open vowels tire ! While expletives, their feeble aid do join ; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line ; While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still expected rhymes. Where'er you find the cooling western breeze, In the next line, it whispers through the trees. If crystal streams with pleasing murmurs creep, The Reader 's threatened, not in vain, with sleep. Then, at the last, and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the Song, That, like a wounded snake, draws its slow length along.

Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes; and know What 's roundly smooth, or languishingly slow! And praise the easy vigour of a line, Where DENHAM's strength and WALLER's sweetness join!

[True ease in writing comes from art, not chance;
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.]
'Tis not enough, no harshness gives offence;
The Sound must seem an echo to the Sense !

Soft is the strain when ZEPHYR gently blows;
And the smooth stream, in smoother Numbers flows:
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse rough Verse should, like the torrent, roar!

When AJAX strives, some rock's vast weight to throw,
The line too labours, and the words move slow:
Not so, when swift CAMILLA scours the plain ;
Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the Main.

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