, and bears their Sins;
Who more by Fortune than by Nature curst,
Yields his best Pieces, and must own _Thy_ worst.

Thus prop'd, thy Head with _Grub-street_ Zephyrs tainted,
By (g) _Rich_ recorded, and by _J----_ painted;
_J----!_ who so refin'd a Rake is reckon'd,
He breaks all (h) _Sinai_'s Laws, except the Second:
Thus prais'd, thus drawn, t'extend thy Projects try,
Leave the _Blue [1] Languish_, and the Crimson Sigh;
Leave the gay Epithets that Beauty crown,
White [2] _Whitylinda_, and _Brownissa_ Brown;
Forget awhile (i) _Belinda_ and the Sun;
Forget the _Fights of Stand_, and Flights of Run:
No more let _Ombre_'s Play inspire thy Vein,
Nor strow with Captive Kings the [3] _Velvet Plain_;
Omit awhile the _Silver Peal_ to ring, }
Nor talk dulcissant, nor mellifluous sing, }
Nor _hang suspended_, nor _adherent cling_. }
But haste to mount Immortal Envy's Throne,
To crush all Merit, that disputes thy own;
For thou wert born to damp each rising Name,
And hang, like Mildews, on the Growth of Fame;
Fame's fairest Blossoms let thy Rancour blast,
Bane of the modern Laurel, like the past;
While stupid Riot stands in Humour's Place,
And bestial Filth, Humanity's Disgrace,
Low Lewdness, unexcited by Desire,
And all great [4] _Wilmot_'s Vice, without his Fire.

[Footnote 1: The Phrases distinguished here in _Italics_, are
truly quoted from _P----pe_; and the others in Company with them,
ought to be in no other Company.]

[Footnote 2: See _Dunciad_. _Nigrina_ Black.]

[Footnote 3: Here a Card Table; in _P--pe_, a Field of Grass.]

[Footnote 4: _Wilmot_, Earl of _Rochester_.]

At length, when banish'd _Pallas_ shall withdraw,
And Wit's made Treason by the _Popian_ Law;
When minor Dunces cease, at length, their Strife,
And own thy Patent to be dull for Life;
By Tricks sustain'd, in Poet-craft compleat,
Retire triumphant to thy _Twick'nam_ Seat;
That Seat! the Work of (k) half-paid drudging _Br----me_,
And call'd by joking _Tritons_, _Homer_'s Tomb:
There to stale, stol'n, stum Crambo bid adieu,
And sneer the Fops, that thought thy Crambo new;
There, like the _Grecian_ Chief, on whom thy Song
Has well reveng'd unhappy _Priam_'s Wrong;
Waste, in thy hidden Cave, the Festive Day,
With mock _Machaon_, and _Patroclus G----_
_Sleep_, (l) _Sleep in Peace_ the Works, for _Wapping_ born!
No more thy Cu