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BOUNCE TO FOP.
1 TO thee, sweet Fop, these Lines I send,
2 Who, tho' no Spaniel, am a Friend.
3 Tho, once my Tail in wanton play,
4 Now frisking this, and then that way,
5 Chanc'd, with a Touch of just the Tip,
6 To hurt your Lady-lap-dog-ship;
7 Yet thence to think I'd bite your Head off!
8 Sure Bounce is one you never read of.
9 FOP! you can dance, and make a Leg,
10 Can fetch and carry, cringe and beg,
11 And (what's the Top of all your Tricks)
12 Can stoop to pick up Strings and Sticks.
13 We Country Dogs love nobler Sport,
14 And scorn the Pranks of Dogs at Court.
15 Fye, naughty Fop! where e'er you come
16 To f—t and p—ss about the Room,
17 To lay your Head in every Lap,
18 And, when they think not of you — snap!
19 The worst that Envy, or that Spite
20 E'er said of me, is, I can bite:
21 That sturdy Vagrants, Rogues in Rags,
22 Who poke at me, can make no Brags;
23 And that to towze such Things as flutter,
24 To honest Bounce is Bread and Butter.
25 While you, and every courtly Fop,
26 Fawn on the Devil for a Chop,[Page 7]
27 I've the Humanity to hate
28 A Butcher, tho' he brings me Meat;
29 And let me tell you, have a Nose,
30 (Whatever stinking Fops suppose)
31 That under Cloth of Gold or Tissue,
32 Can smell a Plaister, or an Issue.
33 Your pilf'ring Lord, with simple Pride,
34 May wear a Pick-lock at his Side;
35 My Master wants no Key of State,
36 For Bounce can keep his House and Gate.
37 When all such Dogs have had their Days,
38 As knavish Pams, and fawning Trays;
39 When pamper'd Cupids, beastly Veni's,
40 And motly, squinting Harvequini's,
41 Shall lick no more their Lady's Br—,
42 But die of Looseness, Claps, or Itch;[Page 8]
43 Fair Thames from either ecchoing Shore
44 Shall hear, and dread my manly Roar.
45 See Bounce, like Berecynthia, crown'd
46 With thund'ring Offspring all around,
47 Beneath, beside me, and a top,
48 A hundred Sons! and not one Fop.
49 Before my Children set your Beef,
50 Not one true Bounce will be a Thief;
51 Not one without Permission feed,
52 (Tho' some of J—'s hungry Breed)
53 But whatsoe'er the Father's Race,
54 From me they suck a little Grace.
55 While your fine Whelps learn all to steal,
56 Bred up by Hand on Chick and Veal.
57 My Eldest-born resides not far,
58 Where shines great Strafford's glittering Star:[Page 9]
59 My second (Child of Fortune!) waits
60 At Burlington's Palladian Gates:
61 A third majestically stalks
62 (Happiest of Dogs!) in Cobham's Walks:
63 One ushers Friends to Bathurst's Door;
64 One fawns, at Oxford's, on the Poor.
65 Nobles, whom Arms or Arts adorn,
66 Wait for my Infants yet unborn.
67 None but a Peer of Wit and Grace,
68 Can hope a Puppy of my Race.
69 And O! wou'd Fate the Bliss decree
70 To mine (a Bliss too great for me)
71 That two, my tallest Sons, might grace
72 Attending each with stately Pace,
73 Iulus' Side, as erst Evander's,*
* Virg. Aen. VIII.
74 To keep off Flatt'rers, Spies, and Panders,[Page 10]
75 To let no noble Slave come near,
76 And scare Lord Fannys from his Ear:
77 Then might a Royal Youth, and true,
78 Enjoy at least a Friend — or two:
79 A Treasure, which, of Royal kind,
80 Few but Himself deserve to find.
81 Then Bounce ('tis all that Bounce can crave)
82 Shall wag her Tail within the Grave.
83 And tho' no Doctors, Whig or Tory ones,
84 Except the Sect of Pythagoreans,
85 Have Immortality assign'd
86 To any Beast, but†
† A Milk-white Hind, immortal and unchang'd. Ver. I. Of the Hind and Panther.Dryden's Hind:
87 Yet Master Pope, whom Truth and Sense
88 Shall call their Friend some Ages hence,
89 Tho' now on loftier Themes he sings
90 Than to bestow a Word on Kings,[Page 11]
91 Has sworn by Sticks (the Poet's Oath,
92 And Dread of Dogs and Poets both)
93 Man and his Works he'll soon renounce,
94 And roar in Numbers worthy Bounce.
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Author: Alexander Pope; Jonathan Swift
Themes: animals; high society; court, the
Genres: mock heroic; satire
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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744. Swift, Jonathan, 1667-1745. Bounce to Fop: An heroick epistle from a dog at Twickenham to a dog at court. By Dr. S----t. [London]: Dublin, printed, London, reprinted for T. Cooper, 1736, pp. 5-11. 11,p. ; 2⁰. (ESTC T5522; Foxon B326; OTA K023014.000)
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