Long may she these her worft of foes defy, To name, what lives not, but in madmen's brains. In clofe back-rooms his routed flocks he rallies, With anguish, prince and people they furvey, } HORACE, HORACE, BOOK II. ODE IV. IMITATED. THE LORD GRIFFIN TO THE EARL OF D SCARSDALE. I. O not, moft fragrant earl, difclaim To Bracegirdle the brown; But publicly efpouse the dame, And fay, G-- d-- the town. II. Full many heroes, fierce and keen, III. Did not base Greber's * Pegg inflame Of fober fire defcended? That, careless of his foul and fame, To play-houses he nightly came, IV. The monarch who of France is hight, Who rules the roaft with matchlefs might, Since William went to heaven Loves Maintenon, his lady bright, Who was but Scarron's leaving. D 4 Though an *Signora Francefco Marguareta de l'Epine, Italian fongftrefs. V. Though thy dear's father kept an inn For carriers at Northampton; VI. Of proffers large her choice had fhe,. Her dimple check, and roguish eye, Then be not jealous, friend: for why? To fee I ne'er should hurt ye;. Am turn'd of five-and-forty. THE THE RECONCILEMENT BETWEEN JACOB TONSON AND MR. CONGREVE. AN IMITATION OF HORACE, BOOK III. ODE IX. W TONSON. HILE at my house in Fleet-street once you lay, While in your early days of reputation, TONSON. I'm in with captain Vanburgh-at the present, For him, fo much I dote on him, that I, CONGRE VE. Temple + and Delaval are now my party, Men that are tam Mercurio both quam Marte; *Tonfon (Sen.) his dialect. And + Sir Richard Temple, afterwards lord Cobham. And though for them I shall scarce go to heaven, TONSON. What if from Van's dear arms I fhould retire, And once more warm my* Bunnians at your fire; If I to Bow-Street should invite you home, And fet a bed up in my dining-room, Tell me, dear Mr. Congreve, would you come ? Though the gay failor, and the gentle knight, } HORACE, BOOK III. ODE XXI. TO HIS CASK. I. HAIL, gentle Cafk, whofe venerable head With hoary down and ancient duft o'er-spread, Proclaims, that fince the vine firft brought thee forth Old age has added to thy worth. Whether the fprightly juice thou doft contain, Thy votaries will to wit and love, Or fenfelefs noife and lewdness move, Or fleep, the cure of these and every other pain. *Jacob's term for his corns. II. Since |