XI. ANOTHER. THAT love is the Devil, I'll prove when requir'd; They swear that they all by love are inspir'd, TO JANUS, ON NEW-YEARS DAY. 1726. TWO-fac'd Janus, god of Time! Be it to m To oblige your crony Swift, Bring our dame a new-year's gift; „gad par vid She has got but half a face; ST3J-Janus, since thou hast a brace, -b-d To my lady once be kind on Give her half thy face behind. madmore God of Time, if be wise, Anomine Look not with your future eyes; What imports thy forward sight? you Well, if you could lose it quite. *Ireland. H. A 0 Drown your morals, madam cries, A PASTORAL DIALOGUE WRITTEN AFTER THE NEWS OF THE KING'S DEATH. « RICHMOND LODGE is a house with a small, park belonging to the Crown. It was usually granted by the Crown for a lease of years. The duke of Ormond was the last who had it. After his exile, it was given to the Prince of Wales by the King. The Prince and Princess usually passed their summer there. It is within a mile of Richmond. MARBLE HILL is a house built by Mrs. Howard, then of the bedchamber, afterward countess of Suffolk, and groom of the stole to the Queen. It is on the Middlesex side, near Twickenham, where Mr. Pope lived, and about two miles from Richmond Lodge. Mr Pope was the contriver of the gardens, lord Herbert the architect, 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. N spite of Pope, in spite of Gay, George I. who died after a short sickness by eating a melon, at Osnaburg, in his way to Hanover, June 11, 1727.-The poem was carried to court, and read to King George II. and queen Caroline. H. Sing Sing on I must, and sing I will That walls have tongues, and hedges ears. MARBLE HILL. Quoth Marble Hill, right well I ween, Your mistress now is grown a queen : You'll find it soon by woeful proof; She'll come no more beneath your roof. RICHMOND LODGE. * The kingly prophet well evinces, To raise me to a high degree; You see, when folks have got their ends, MARBLE HILL. My house was built but for a show, My lady's empty pockets know; 'Tis come to what I always thought; Must fall because our masters rise. RICHMOND LODGE. My master, scarce a fortnight since, MARBLE HILL. No more the Dean, that grave divine, RICHMOND LODGE. Here wont the Dean, when he's to seek, But But now I fear it will be said, MARBLE HILL. Some South Sea broker from the city In my own Thames may I be drownded, To place me with the prince of Wales; * Lady Charlotte de Roussy, a French lady. H. + Marquis de Mirmont, a Frenchman of quality. H. |