lie. 
  To please a mistress one aspersed his life;
  He lashed him not, but let her be his wife. 
  Let Budgel charge low Grub Street on his quill,
  And write whate’er he pleased, except his will. 
  Let the two Curlls of town and court, abuse
  His father, mother, body, soul, and muse
  Yet why? that father held it for a rule,
  It was a sin to call our neighbour fool: 
  That harmless mother thought no wife a whore: 
  Hear this, and spare his family, James Moore! 
  Unspotted names, and memorable long! 
  If there be force in virtue, or in song. 
    Of gentle blood (part shed in honour’s cause,
  While yet in Britain honour had applause)
  Each parent sprung—­
    A.  What fortune, pray?—­
    P.  Their own,
  And better got, than Bestia’s from the throne. 
  Born to no pride, inheriting no strife,
  Nor marrying discord in a noble wife,
  Stranger to civil and religious rage,
  The good man walked innoxious through his age,
  No courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
  Nor dared an oath, nor hazarded a lie. 
  Unlearned, he knew no schoolman’s subtle art,
  No language, but the language of the heart. 
  By nature honest, by experience wise,
  Healthy by temperance, and by exercise;
  His life, though long, to sickness passed unknown,
  His death was instant, and without a groan. 
  O, grant me, thus to live, and thus to die! 
  Who sprung from kings shall know less joy than I.
    O, friend! may each domestic bliss be thine! 
  Be no unpleasing melancholy mine: 
  Me, let the tender office long engage,
  To rock the cradle of reposing age,
  With lenient arts extend a mother’s breath,
  Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death,
  Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
  And keep awhile one parent from the sky! 
  On cares like these if length of days attend,
  May heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend,
  Preserve him social, cheerful, and serene,
  And just as rich as when he served a queen.
    A.  Whether that blessing be denied or given,
  Thus far was right, the rest belongs to heaven.

[Footnote 198:  Ambrose Philips translated a book called the Persian Tales.]

[Footnote 199:  Nahum Tate, the joint-author with Brady of the version of the Psalms.]

[Footnote 200:  Addison.]

[Footnote 201:  Hopkins, in the 104th Psalm.]

[Footnote 202:  Lord Halifax.]

[Footnote 203:  Sir William Yonge.]

[Footnote 204:  Bubb Dodington.]

[Footnote 205:  Meaning the man who would have persuaded the Duke of Chandos that Pope meant to ridicule him in the Epistle on Taste.]

[Footnote 206:  Lord Hervey.]

XXXVIII.  EPILOGUE TO THE SATIRES.