How much of paper’s spoil d what floods of ink!
And yet how few how very few can think!
The knack of writing is an easy trade;
But to think well requires at least a head.
Once in an age one genius may arise,
With wit well cultur d and with learning wise:
Like some tall oak behold his branches shoot!
No tender scions springing at the root.
Whilst lofty Pope erects his laurell d head,
No lays like mine can live beneath his shade:
Nothing but weeds and moss, and shrubs are
found:
Cut, cut them down, why cumber they the ground ?
And yet you’d have me write ? For what ? for
whom?
To curl a favourite in a dressing room ?
To mend a candle when the snuff’s too short ?
Or save rappee for chamber-maids at court ?
Glorious ambition! noble thirst of fame!
No, but you’d have me write-to get a name.
Alas! I’d live unknown, unenvy’d too;
‘Tis more than Pope with all his wit can do;
‘Tis more than you, with wit and beauty join’d,
A pleasing form, and a discerning mind.
The world and I are no such cordial friends;
I have my purpose, they their various ends.
I say my prayers, and lead a sober life,
Nor laugh at Cornus, or at Cornus’ wife.
What’s fame to me, who pray, and pay my rent ?
If my friends know me honest, I’m content.
Well, but the joy to see my works in print!
Myself too pictur’d in a mezzo-tint!
The preface done, the dedication rram’d,
With lies enough to make a lord asham’d!
Thus I step forth; an authoress in some sort:
My patron’s name ? “O choose some lord at
court.”
One that has money which he does not use,
” One you may flatter much, that is, abuse.
” For if you’re nice, and cannot change your note,
” Regardless of the trimm’d, or untrimm’d coat,
” Believe me, friend, you’ll ne’er be worth a groat.”
Well then, to cut this mighty matter short,
I’ve neither friend, nor interest, at court.
Quite from St. James’s to thy stairs, Whitehall,
I hardly know a creature, great or small,
Except one maid of honour,* worth them all.
I have no business there-Let those attend
The courtly levee, or the courtly friend,
Who more than fate allows them dare to spend.
Or those whose avarice, with much, craves more,
The pension’s beggar, or the titled poor.
These are the thriving breed, the tiny great!
Slaves! wretched slaves! the journeymen of state!
Philosophers! who calmly bear disgrace,
Patriots who sell their country for a place!
Shall I for these disturb my brains with rhyme?
For these, like Bavins, creep, or Glencus, climb?
Shall I go late to rest, and early rise,
To be the very creature I despise?
With face unmov’d, my poem in my hand,
Cringe to the porter, with the footman stand?
Perhaps my lady’s maid, if not too proud,
Will stoop, you’ll say, to wink [see note] from the crowd;
Will entertain me till his lordship’s drest,
With what my lady eats, and how she rests:
How much she gave for such a birth-day gown,
And how she trampt to every shop in town.
Sick at the news, impatient for my lord,
I’m forc’d to hear, nay smile, at every word.
Tom raps at last,-“His lordship begs to know
“Your name ? your business ?”-Sir, I’m not a
foe;
I come to charm his lordship’s listening ears
With verses, soft as music of the spheres.
“Verses!-alas! his lordship seldom reads:
“Pedants indeed with learning stuff their heads;
“But my good lord, as all the world can tell,
“Reads not even tradesmen’s bills, and scorns to
spell.
“But trust your lays with me-some things I’ve
read,
“Was born a poet, tho’ no poet bred :
“-And if I find they’ll bear my nicer view,
“I’ll recommend your poetry-and you.”
Shock’d at his civil impudence, I start,
Pocket my poem, and in haste depart;
Resolv’d no more to offer up my wit,
Where footmen in the seat of critics sit.
*Hon. Miss Lovelace
(Mary Jones)
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