THOUGH doom'd to fmall-coal, yet to arts

ally'd,.

Rich without wealth, and famous without pride;
Mufick's best patron, judge of books and men,
Belov'd and honour'd by Apollo's train:
In Greece or Rome fure never did appear
So bright a genius, in fo dark a sphere:
More of the man had artfully + been fav'd,
Had Kneller painted, and had Vertue grav'd.

*These verfes were written by Mr. Prior to ferve VERTUE, then a young man, and patroniz'd by Edward Earl of Oxford. Concerning the extraordinary man who is the fubject of them, a very extertaining account is given by Sir John Hawkins, in his History of Musick, vol. v. p. 70.

Sir John Hawkins obferves, it is fufpected that the infignificant adverb ARTFULLY, was inferted by a mistake of the transcriber, and that it originally stood PROBABLY. TRUTH

TRUTH TOLD AT LAST.

SAYS Pontius in rage, contradicting his wife,

"You never yet told me one truth in your life." Vext Pontia no way could this thefis allow, "You're a Cuckold, fays fhe; do I tell you truth

now?"

WRITTEN I N

LADY HOWE'S

O VID'S EPISTLE S.

HOWEV

OWEVER high, however cold, the fair,

However great the dying lover's care,
Ovid, kind author, found him fome relief,
Rang'd his unruly fighs, and fet his grief;
Taught him what accents had the power to move,
And always gain'd him pity, fometimes love.
But, oh! what pangs torment the deftin'd heart,
That feels the wound, yet dares not fhew the dart!
What care could Ovid to his forrows give,

Who must not speak, and therefore cannot live!
VOL. II.

A N

A N

EPISTLE,

MDCCX V I.

I Pray, good Lady Harley, let Jonathan know,

How long you intend to live incognito.
Your humble fervant,

ELKANAH SETTLE.

ANOTHER

EPISTL E.

I Pray, Lady Harriot, the time to affign

When she shall receive a turkey and chine;
That a body may come to St. James's, to dine.

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TRUE'S

EPITAPH.

IF wit or honefty could fave

Our mouldering afhes from the grave,
'This stone had still remain'd unmark'd,
I still writ profe, True ftill have bark'd.

But

But envious Fate has claim'd its due,
Here lies the mortal part of True;
His deathless virtues muft furvive,
To better us that are alive.

His prudence and his wit were seen
In that, from Mary's grace and mien,
He own'd the power, and lov'd the Queen.
By long obedience he confeft

That serving her was to be bleft.—
Ye murmurers, let True evince

That men are beasts, and dogs have sense!

His faith and truth all Whitehall knows,

He ne'er could fawn or flatter those

Whom he believ'd were Mary's foes:

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Ne'er fkulk'd from whence his fovereign led him,
Or fnarl'd against the hand that fed him.-
Read this, ye ftatesmen now in favour,
And mend your own, by True's behaviour!

E P I

GRAM.

To Richmond and Peterburgh, Matt gave his

letters,

And thought they were fafe in the hands of his betters. How happen'd it then that the packets were loft? These were Knights of the Garter, not Knights of

the Poft.

Q 2

THE

Lord Coningsby, one of the lords juftices of Ireland. He is the fame perfon mentioned in Downhall;

He,