ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Dr. John Wolcot
, "Heroic Epistle to Peter Pindar Esq. on the Report that he had purchased for Fifty Guineas Sir Joshua Reynold's Sleeping Nymph" Macdonald, Miscellaneous Works (1791) 103-05.
Dr. John Wolcot:
1776 ca.: A Lady of Truro
1786 ca.: Edmond Malone
1786: D-s Pallet
1786: R. S.
1786: A Lady
1787: G. B. R.
1787: H. D.
1788: A Loyal Subject
1789: Harriet Falconar
1789: William Hayley
1789: Mrs. Boys
1790: Isaac D'Israeli
1790: Rev. Andrew Macdonald
1792 ca.: George Reid
1794: Thomas James Mathias
1794: A. N.
1796: Robert Burns
1796: William Wordsworth
1796: Alexander Balfour
1799: Mary Robinson
1800: William Gifford
1800: George Reid
1800: Thomas Dermody
1801 ca.: William Jackson
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Anne Grant
1806: Rev. Lawrence Hynes Halloran
1806: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1810 ca.: Anonymous
1811: Henry Crabb Robinson
1812: A. K.
1814: Leigh Hunt
1814: Thomas Barnes
1815: William Henry Ireland
1816: X. X.
1818: Thomas Enort Smith
1819: John Taylor Esq.
1820: John Keats
1820 ca.: Anonymous
1824: John Taylor Esq.
1826: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1827: Robert Southey
1830: Richard Warner
1831: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1848: Benjamin Disraeli
1850: John Britton
1852: William Jerdan
1858: Cyrus Redding
1882: Margaret Oliphant
1882: Epes Sargent
Rev. Andrew Macdonald:
1789: Samuel Johnson
1790: William Hayley
1790: Rev. William Mason
1790: Robert Merry
1790: Dr. John Wolcot
O PETER, PETER, PETER, PETER, PETER,
Where dost thou sell, who buys thy matchless meter?
What, fifty guineas all at once to handle,
Exclusively of coals, cow-heel, and candle,
Beer and a bunter — lucky, lucky, PINDAR,
All bards who were, or are, to thee but wind are!
Perhaps the money came, as a douceur,
From COURT, thy future friendship to secure,
In likeness of a fee retaining, giv'n
For Odes from thee when WARTON went to Heav'n.
Or did good-natur'd BOZZY this way try
From thine Epistle to expunge the lie,
About the kicking bus'ness and debate,
Between him and MACDONALD, Lord of Slate!
Perhaps it came with a big butt of ale,
As tribute from the quondam spouse of THRALE.
Or a nice Rouleau, with card of thanks,
From SOLOMON the Second, Sir JOE BANKS,
Who knows all herbs and plants, from cedars tall,
To water-dock and hysop of the wall.
Perhaps, (but such a thing would move my sorrow,)
Thou, spendthrift like, didst all these guineas borrow;
From A. B., or X. Y. the money-lenders,
Who in the papers make such civil tenders;
And yet I scarce believe they'd be so rash,
As on thy mortgag'd Odes to risk their cash.
I'm told thou think'st it neither sin nor shame
With borrow'd sparks to brighten up thy flame,
Which might have led thine honest soul astray
To some such dabbling in the money way.
Then all this precious gold to give to REYNOLDS,
Of whose high varnish'd tints not one in ten hold,
For the dead likeness of a lovely lass,
Extended sleeping among flow'rs and grass!
I'd rather giv'n it, tho' not fond of raking,
All for a lovely lass alive and waking.
But, PETER, didst thou this rare picture buy,
Merely to gorge and glut thy goatish eye?
To gourmandize with never-ending fury,
As on the kiss eternal of an HOURI?
Or didst thou purchase, in more prudent vein,
Intending speedily to sell again?
Think not these queries idle, Sir, nor funny;
Like thee, I fain would save a little money,
Either by satirizing, sonnetteering,
Penning of Odes, or picture-auctioneering;
And, in simplicity of heart, I pray,
Of thee, a dab, to know the readiest way.