The sense of St. John, Fox, and Legge's your due, The sweetness of unblameable Buccleugh; Ophaly's honor, Stavordale's desert, Storer's good-nature, and Fitzwilliam's heart. Vol. VI. ΤΟ MR. CONGREVE. OCCASIONED BY HIS "WAY OF THE WORLD." BY MR. STEELE, [Afterwards Sir Richard.] WHEN Pleasure's falling to the low delight, Well-dress'd Barbarians know his awful name; Though senseless they're of mirth, but when they laugh, As they feel wine, but when, till drunk, they quaff. On you from Fate a lavish portion fell, In every way of writing to excell. Your Muse applause to Arabella brings, Pastora still the echo of the plain ! Or, if your Muse describe, with warming force, By your selected scenes and handsome choice, Ennobled Comedy exalts her voice; You check unjust esteem and fond desire, But, when your Muse assumes her tragic part, She conquers and she reigns in every heart; To mourn with her, men cheat their private woe, And generous pity's all the grief they know; The widow, who, impatient of delay, From the town joys must mask it to the play, Joins with your Mourning-Bride's resistless moan, And weeps a loss she slighted when her own. You give us torment, and you give us ease, And vary our affections as you please ; Is not a heart so kind as yours in pain, To load your friends with cares you only feign; TO THE AUTHOR OF CLARISSA. BY JOHN DUNCOMBE, A.M. Ir, 'mid their round of pleasure, to convey To swell their eyes with pearly drops, and share, age, Th' attention of the learned to engage, And in the bosom of the rake to raise A tender, social feeling-merit praise; The gay, the fair, the learn'd, even rakes, agree To give that praise to Nature, Truth, and thee. Transported now to Harlowe-Place, we view Thy matchless maid her godlike tasks pursue; Visit the sick or needy, and bestow Drugs to relieve, or words to soften woe; Or with the pious Lewen, hear her soar |