An Invitation to Edward Walpole, Esq; upon hearing he was landed in Dublin. Mary Barber Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
Broad Street Oxford OX1 3BG UK
Eighteenth-Century Poetry Archive
Taylor Institution Library St Giles' Oxford OX1 3NA UK info@eighteenthcenturypoetry.org https://www.eighteenthcenturypoetry.org/
Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 pp. 196-197. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

This e-text is part of the Works section of the Eighteenth-Century Poetry Archive (ECPA).

XML created for the Eighteenth-Century Poetry Archive (ECPA).

Typography, spelling, capitalization, and punctuation have been cautiously modernized. The source of the text is given and all significant editorial interventions have been recorded in textual notes. This text has been edited to conform to the recommendations found in Level 5 of the Best Practices for TEI in Libraries version 4.0.0.

Library of Congress Name Authority File (LCNAF) text-indent: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center; text-align: right; text-align: left; display: inline font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;
An Invitation to Edward Walpole , Esq "Edward Walpole was the second son of Robert Walpole." (Tucker [1992], 225) ; upon hearing he was landed in Dublin . When I heard you were landed , I flew to the Nine , Intreating their Aid to invite you to dine . They told me , I came on that Errand too late ; For you were engag'd by the Rich , and the Great . Already ! said I ; they were speedy indeed : However I'll try , and I hope to succeed . Those Creatures of Power , who your Levee attend , If your Father were out , their Conge's would end : Tho' your personal Merit is great , 'tis allow'd ; 'Tis the Son of the Statesman , that weighs with the Croud . I expect not a Place , nor hope for a Pension , The Love of the Muse is my only Pretension . I hate to abuse — and I never can flatter : I write for no Party , nor either bespatter . From the Lands of Parnassus the Rents are ill-paid , And England has cruelly cramp'd us in Trade : So look not for China , or Service of Plate , Or ought that is costly , to tempt you to eat . Yet a Way to engage you I think I have hit on : I mean , to remember our Friends in Great-Britain . Two Bottles of Wine , and two Dishes I'll give : Then fly from the Crouds that oppress you — and live . The first Glass shall welcome you , Sir , to our Coast ; And dear Lady Charlotte Lady Conway . Conway shall be my next Toast . With Mirth , and good Humour , I'll make up the Treat ; I know you're too wise , to love dining in State .