...it without the Love; Who has the Vanity to call you Friend, Yet wants the Honour injured to defend, Whether in florid Impotence he speaks, And as the Prompter breathes the Puppet squeaks. Half Froth, half Venom, spits himself abroad In Puns or Politicks, or Tales or Lies, Or Spite, or Smut,...

...Fair annoys, Yet Wit ne'er tastes, and Beauty ne'er enjoys, So well-bred Spaniels civilly delight ln mumbling of the Game they dare not bite. Eternal Smiles...streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid lmpotence he speaks, And, as the Prompter breathes, the Puppet squeaks; Or at the Ear of Eve, familiar...

...stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: 10 d large garden have; And a few friends, and many books, both true. Both wise, and 11 His wit all see-saw, between that and this. Now high, now low, now Master up, now Miss, And he himself...

...slight, self-pleasing thread" of his "cobweb" (89—90). It is Sporus, not Pope, who is the dog ("So well-bred Spaniels civilly delight / In mumbling of the Game they dare not bite" [313—14]). And although Pope's enemies pictured him as a "hunch-back'd Toad" that "Spits his Venom...

...civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare part. The trifling head, or the corrupted heart! not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board, Now trips a lady, now struts a lord. Eve's tempter thus...

...left-wing theologians, when they get on to these topics, are apt to become impenetrably obscure. So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite (Pope 1 734) I will take two of these topics which I think are among the most difficult, namely prayer...

...with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings. 8858 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot' 8859 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot' And he himself one vile antithesis. 8860 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot'...

...ne'er enjoys. So well-bred Spaniels civilly delight 1n mumbling of the Game they dare not bite. 10 Eternal Smiles his Emptiness betray. As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid 1mpotence he speaks. And, as the Prompter breathes, the Puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar...

...elegance and economy that matter, not the truth. But the pleasure we take in such a couplet as: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite is not simply pleasure in the neat expression of an idea. We recognise that the poet has accepted truth...