Defire and Poffeffion. T Written in the Year 1727. IS ftrange, what diff'rent Thoughts inspire Think what they wish so great a Blessing, A MORALIST profoundly fage, Poffeffion, and Defire, his Brother; But, ftill at Variance with each other, Were feen contending in a Race; And, kept at first an equal Pace : 'Tis faid, their Course continu'd long; For, This was active, That was ftrong: B b Till Till Envy, Slander, Sloth, and Doubt, Misled them many a League about. Fresh Objects fairer to his View; In hope to spring some nobler Game : Poffeffion kept the beaten Road; And, gather'd all his Brother ftrow'd; But But overcharg'd, and out of Wind, Though ftrong in Limbs, he lagg'd behind. Defire had now the Goal in Sight: Poffeffion's Load was grown fo great, He funk beneath the cumbrous Weight: And, as he now expiring lay, Flocks ev'ry ominous Bird of Prey; The Raven, Vulture, Owl, and Kite, And ftrip his Hyde, and pick his Bones, *Bb 2 A PAS A Paftoral DIALOGUE BETWEEN Richmond Lodge and Marble-Hill. Written June 1727, just after the News of the King's Death. R ICHMOND-Lodge is a House with a small Park belonging to the Crown: It was ufually granted by the Crown for a Lease of Years; the Duke of Ormonde was the laft who had it After his Exile, it was given to the Prince of Wales, by the King. The Prince aud Princefs ufually paffed their Summer there. It is within a Mile of Richmond. Marble-Hill is a Houfe built by Mrs. Howard, then of the Bed-chamber, now Countess of Suffolk, and Groom of the Stole to the Queen. It is on the Middlefex Side, near Twickenham, where Mr. Popo lives, and about two Miles from Richmond-Lodge. Mr. Pope was the Contriver of the Gardens, Lord Herbert the Architect, and the Dean of St. Patrick's chief Butler, and Keeper of the Ice House. Upon King George's Death, these two Houses met, and had the following Dialogue. IN *I' IN N Spight of Pope, in Spight of Gay, And all that He or They can fay; Sing on I muft, and fing I will Of Richmond-Lodge, and Marble Hill. LAST Friday Night, as Neighbours use, This Couple met to talk of News. For by old Proverbs it appears, That Walls have Tongues, and Hedges, Ears. Quoth Marble-Hill, right well I ween, The kingly Prophet well evinces, To raise me to a high Degree: You fee, when Folks have got their Ends, Yet * NOTE, This Poem was carried to Court, and read to the K. and 2; |