Matthew Concanen

Mr. Dactyl, "Concanen and Pope" Grub-Street Journal (16 July 1730).

C— pale with envy lies,
Ready to burst, he raves, he cries;
Knits in a noose the fatal string,
Seeks a high bough on which to swing.
'Tis not my fame this rage has rais'd,
That through the World I'm read, and prais'd:
Nor that my Works for guineas sold,
Shining in Turkey wrought with gold,
In every nation spread my name,
Which e'er has heard Great Britain's fame.
But that in Twick'nam's cool retreats,
I lye secure from summers heats;
(Where a neat House and Garden join
To gratify each wish of mine:)
And that sometimes I take the air
In my own Chariot and a Pair.

O A—T, What shall I say,
This envious madness to repay?
This is my wish — Obtain may he
Those things, and more, he envies me:
A House and Garden near the Town,
A Carr and Horses of his own;
In profitable pomp and pride,
With plants and fruits incompass'd ride;
And to the Crowd, each market-day,
His learning and his wit display.