Of gentle Philips will I ever sing,
With gentle Philips shall the valleys ring.
My numbers too for ever will I vary,
With gentle Budgell and with gentle Carey.
Or if in ranging of the names I judge ill,
With gentle Carey and with gentle Budgell:
Oh! may all gentle bards together place ye,
Men of good hearts, and men of delicacy.
May satire ne'er befool ye, or beknave ye,
And from all wits that have a knack, God save ye.
More verses by Alexander Pope
- Lines Written In Windsor Forest
- Song, By A Person Of Quality
- The Challenge: A Court Ballad
- In Imitation Of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life Of A Country Parson
- The Dunciad: Book Ii.