A Letter from Mr. Cibber to Mr. Pope

This, Sir, is the only natural Excuse, I can form, for your being my Enemy. As to your blunt Assertion of my certain Prejudice to any thing, that had your Recommendation to the...

Well then! upon the great Success of this enormous Play, _The Non-Juror_, poor Mr. _Pope_ laments the Decay of Poetry; though the Impoliteness of the Piece is his only insinuate...

Behold! in clouds of fire serene, The royal hero heads his pow'rs: Alike to fame, with raptures seen, His younger hope, the eaglet soars. Fortune, to grace her fav'rite son, Sta...

Where could they find another formed so fit, To poise, with solid sense, a sprightly wit? Were these both wanting, as they both abound, Where could so firm integrity be found?

But should another (though of equal Genius) whose Mind were either sour'd by Ill-nature, personal Prejudice, or the Lust of Railing, usurp that Province to the Abuse of it. Not...