EPIGRAMS OF ALEXANDER POPE.
ON MRS. TOFTS. (A CELEBRATED OPERA SINGER.)
So bright is thy beauty, so charming thy song,
As had drawn both the beasts and their Orpheus along;
But such is thy avarice, and such is thy pride.
That the beasts must have starved, and the poet have died.
TO A BLOCKHEAD.
You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come:
Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.
THE FOOL AND THE POET.
Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.