When, for the use of no Hibernian born, ON READING DR. YOUNG'S SATIRES CALLED THE UNIVERSAL PASSION, BY WHICH HE MEANS PRIDE. 1726. F there be truth in what you fing, A minifter † fo fill'd with zeal So fteadily the fenate guides: * Wood's ruinous project in 1724. †The absentees, who spent the income of their Irish estates, places, and penfions, in England. ' Sir Robert Walpole, afterwards earl of Orford.. Sir Spencer Compton, then fpeaker, afterwards earl of Wilmington. If others, whom you make your theme, Are feconds in the glorious fcheme : If every peer, whom you commend, To worth and learning be a friend: If this be truth, as you atteft, What land was ever half so bleft i Or take it in a different view. ́ If If clergymen, to fhew their wit, If bankrupts, when they are undone, If law be fuch a partial whore, To spare the rich, and plague the poor: What land was ever half so curft? THE DOG AND THIEF. 1726. UOTH the thief to the dog, let me into your door, QUO Quoth the dog, I fhall then be more villain than you're, And befides must be out of my wits. Your delicate bits will not ferve me a meal, But my mafter each day gives me bread; You'll fly, when you get what you came here to steal, And I must be hang'd in your ftead. The stock-jobber thus from 'Change-alley goes down, Let me have but your vote to ferve for the town, Says the freeman, your guinea to-night would be spent! I'll vote for my landlord, to whom I pay rent, VOL. VII. A a From From London they come, filly people to choufe, Who'd vote a rogue into the parliament-house, AD VI CE TO THE GRUB-STREET VERSE-WRITERS. 1726. YE poets ragged and forlorn, Down from your garrets haste; Ye rhymers dead as foon as born, I know a trick to make you thrive; Your ftill-born poems shall revive, Get all your verfes printed fair, Then let them well be dried; And Curll must have a special care To leave the margin wide. Lend these to paper-sparing * Pope; And when he fits to write, No letter with an envelope Could give him more delight. *The original copy of Mr. Pope's celebrated translation of Homer (preferved in the British Mufeum) is almost entirely written on the covers of letters, and fometimes between the lines of the letters themfelves. When When Pope has fill'd the margins round, Why then recall your loan; Sell them to Curll for fifty pound, And swear they are your own. TO A LADY, Who defired the AUTHOR to write fome Verses upon her in the Heroic Style. AFTER venting all my spite, Tell me, what have I to write? Every error I could find Through the mazes of your mind, Hearken what my lady fays: Where a fault should move your pity. If You would teach me to be wife; How |