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A90848 Doctor Popes wish The only correct and finish'd copy: never before printed.; Old man's wish Pope, Walter, d. 1714. 1693 (1693) Wing P2916; ESTC R225165 1,730 4

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Doctor POPES WISH THE ONLY Correct and Finish'd COPY Never before PRINTED Quid dedicatum poscit Apollinem Vates quid orat de Patera novum Fundens Liquorem Hor. Od. 31. Lib. 1. Me quoties reficit gelidus Digentia rivus Quem Mandela bibit rugosus frigore pagus Quid sentire putas quid credis Amice precari Idem Epist 18. Lib. 1. LONDON Printed for THOMAS HORNE MDCXCIII THE PROLOGUE to the WISH BEING A A PARAFRASE on the VERSES in the TITLE-PAGE WHen Poets offering at Apollos Shrine Out of the sacred Goblets pour new Wine What do they Wish What do they then Desire When I 'm at Epsom or on Banstead-Down Free from the Wine and Smoak and Noise o' th' Town When I those Waters Drink and Breath that Air What are my Thoughts what 's my continual Prayer The WISH I. IF I live to be Old for I find I go down Let this be my Fate In a Country Town May I have a warm House with a Stone at the Gate And a cleanly young Girl to rub my bald Pate CHORUS May I govern my Passion with an absolute Sway And grow wiser and better as my Strength wears away Without Gout or Stone by a gentle Decay II. Near a shady Grove and a murmuring Brook With the Ocean at distance whereon I may look With a spacious Plain without Hedge or Stile And an easie Pad Nag to ride out a Mile May I c. III. With Horace and Petrarch and two or three more Of the best Wits that Reign'd in the Ages before With Roast Mutton rather than Ven'son or Teal And clean though coarse Linnen at every Meal May I c. IV. With a Pudding on Sundays and stout humming Liquor And remnants of Latin to welcome the Vicar With Monte-Fiasconè or Burgundy Wine To drink the King's Health as oft as I dine May I c. V. Nor Tory or Whig nor Observator or Trimmer May I be nor against the Laws Torrent a Swimmer May I mind what I speak what I write and hear read But with Matters of State ne'er trouble my head May I c. VI. Though I covet not Riches may I not be so poor That the Rich without shame cannot enter my door May they court my Converse may they take much delight My old Stories to hear in a Winters long Night May I c. VII My small stock of Wit may I not misapply To flatter Ill Men be they never so high Nor mispend the few Moments I steal from the Grave In Fawning and Cringing like a Dog or a Slave May I c. VIII May none whom I love to so great Riches rise As to slight their Acquaintance and their old Friends despise So Low or so High may none of them be As to move either Pity or Envy in me May I c IX A Friendship I wish for but alas 't is in vain Joves Storehouse is empty and can't it supply So firm that no Change of Times Envy or Gain Or Flattery or Woman should have power to unty May I c. X. But if Friends prove unfaithful and Fortune a Whore Still may I be vertuous though I am poor My Life then as useless may I freely resign When no longer I relish true Wit and good Wine May I c. XI To out-live my Senses may it not be my Fate To be blind to be deaf to know nothing at all But rather let Death come before 't is so late And while there 's some Sap in it may my Tree fall May I c. XII For those who profess Soul or Body to mend Though I hope I shall have no occasion to send When I 've eat All my Bread and drank my Last Glass May they come Then and set their Seals to my Pass May I c. XIII With a Courage undaunted may I Face my last day And when I am Dead may the better sort say In the Morning when Sober in the Evening when Mellow He 's Gone and Left not behind him his Fellow May I c. XIV Without any Noise when I 've pass'd ore the Stage And Decently acted what part Fortune gave And put off my Vest in a cheerful Old Age May a few honest Fellows see me laid in a Grave May I c. XV. I care not whether under a Turf or a Stone With any Inscription upon it or none If a thousand years hence Here lies W. P. Shall be read on my Tomb what is it to me May I c. XVI Yet one Wish I add for the sake of those Few Who in reading of this any pleasure shall take May I leave a good Fame and a sweet smelling Name Amen Here an End of my WISHES I make CHORUS May I govern my Passions with an absolute Sway And grow wiser and better as my Strength wears away Without Gout or Stone by a gentle Decay FINIS