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Here one poor word an hundred clenches makes 1,
And ductile Dulness new meanders takes ;

There motley images her fancy strike,

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Figures ill pair'd, and Similes unlike.
She sees a Mob of Metaphors advance,
Pleas'd with the madness of the mazy dance;
How Tragedy and Comedy embrace;
How Farce and Epic get a jumbled race;
How Time himself stands still at her command,
Realms shift their place, and Ocean turns to land.
Here gay Description Egypt glads with show'rs,
Or gives to Zembla fruits, to Barca flow'rs;
Glitt ring with ice here hoary hills are seen,
There painted valleys of eternal green;
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.

All these and more the cloud-compelling Queen
Beholds thro' fogs, that magnify the scene.
She, tinsell'd o'er in robes of varying hues,
With self-applause her wild creation views;
Sees momentary monsters rise and fall,
And with her own fools-colours gilds them all.
'Twas on the day when
rich and grave,
Like Cimon, triumph'd, both on land and wave:
(Pomps without guilt, of bloodless swords and maces,
Glad chains, warm furs, broad banners, and broad faces)
Now Night descending, the proud scene was o'er,
But liv'd in Settle's numbers one day more.

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Now May'rs and Shrieves all hush'd and satiate lay,
Yet ate, in dreams, the custard of the day;
While pensive Poets painful vigils keep,
Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

Here one poor word an hundred clenches makes,] It may not be amiss to give an instance or two of these operations of Dulness out of the works of her Sons, celebrated in the Poem. A great Critic formerly held these clenches in such abhorrence, that he declared, "he that would pun, would pick a pocket." Yet Mr Dennis's works afford us notable examples in this kind; "Alexander Pope hath sent abroad into the world as many Bulls as his namesake Pope Alexander.-Let us take the initial and final letters of his name, viz. A. P-E, and they give you the idea of an Ape.-Pope comes from the Latin word Popa, which signifies a little Wart; or from poppysma, because he was continually popping out squibs of wit, or rather Popysmata, or Popisms." DENNIS on Hom. and Daily Journal, June 11, 1728. P. [A 'clench' or 'clinch' was a common expression for a pun.]

2 How Farce and Epic-How Time himself, &c.] Allude to the transgressions of the Unities in the Plays of such Poets. For the Miracles wrought upon Time and Place, and the mixture of Tragedy and Comedy, Farce

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and Epic, see Pluto and Proserpine, Penelope, &c. if yet extant. P.

3 Ver. 85 in the former Editions, "Twas on the day when Thorold, rich and grave.'

Sir George Thorold, Lord Mayor of London in the year 1720. The Procession of a Lord Mayor is made partly by land, and partly by water.-Cimon, the famous Athenian General, obtained a victory by sea, and another by land, on the same day, over the Persians and Barbarians. P. [The battle of the Eurymedon.]

4 But liv'd in Settle's numbers one day more.] A beautiful manner of speaking, usual with poets in praise of poetry. Settle was poet to the City of London. His office was to compose yearly panegyrics upon the Lord Mayors, and verses to be spoken in the pageants: But that part of the shows being at length frugally abolished, the employment of City-poet ceased; so that upon Settle's demise there was no successor to that place. P. [Part om.] [As to Elkanah Settle, see To the Author of a Poem entitled Successio; in Miscellaneous Poems.]

Much to the mindful Queen the feast recalls
What City Swans once sung within the walls;
Much she revolves their arts, their ancient praise,
And sure succession down from Heywood's1 days.
She saw, with joy, the line immortal run,
Each sire imprest, and glaring in his son:
So watchful Bruin forms, with plastic care,
Each growing lump, and brings it to a Bear.
She saw old Prynne in restless Daniel shine,
And Eusden eke out 3 Blackmore's endless line;
She saw slow Philips creep like Tate's poor page,
And all the mighty Mad in Dennis rage.
In each she marks her Image full exprest,
But chief in BAYS's monster-breeding breast:
John Heywood, whose Interludes were print-
ed in the time of Henry VIII. P.

Old Prynne in restless Daniel] The first edition had it,

She saw in Norton all his father shine: a great mistake! for Daniel De Foe had parts, but Norton De Foe was a wretched writer, and never attempted Poetry. Much more justly is Daniel himself made successor to W. Pryn, both of whom wrote Verses as well as Politics. And both these authors had a semblance in their fates as well as writings, having been alike sentenced to the Pillory. P. [Part om. William Prynne was in the year 1633 sentenced to a fine of £5000, placed in the pillory, and sentenced to imprisonment till he should recant, on account of his Histriomastix, written in condemnation of plays and supposed to reflect on Queen Henrietta Maria. De Foe underwent a similar punishment in 1703 for his book the Shortest Way with the Dissenters, but was not, like Prynne, subjected to the penalty of losing his ears, as Pope implies infra, Bk. II. v. 147.]

3 And Eusden eke out, &c.] Laurence Eusden, Poet Laureate [before Cibber]. Mr Jacob gives a catalogue of some few only of his works, which were very numerous. Of Blackmore, see Book 11. Of Philips, Book 1. 262 and Book 111. prope fin.

Nahum Tate was Poet Laureate, a cold writer, of no invention; but sometimes translated tolerably when befriended by Mr Dryden. In his second part of Absalom and Achitophel are above two hundred admirable lines together of that great hand, which strongly shine thro' the insipidity of the rest. Something parallel may be observed of another author here mentioned. P. [Part om.] 4 And all the mighty Mad] This is by no means to be understood literally, as if Mr Dennis were really mad, according to the Narrative of Dr Norris in Swift and Pope's Miscellanies. No-it is spoken of that Excellent and Divine Madness, so often mentioned by Plato: that poetical rage and enthusiasm, with which Mr D. hath, in his time, been highly possessed; and of those extraordinary hints and motions whereof he himself so feelingly treats in his preface to the Rem. on Pr. Arth. Mr John Dennis was the son of a Saddler in London born in 1657. He paid court to Mr Dryden; and having obtained some

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correspondence with Mr Wycherley and Mr Congreve, he immediately obliged the public with their Letters. He made himself known to the Government by many admirable schemes and projects; which the Ministry, for reasons best known to themselves, constantly kept private. For his character as a writer, it is given us as fellows: "Mr Dennis is excellent at Pindaric writings, perfectly regular in all his performances, and a person of sound Learning. That he is master of a great deal of Penetration and Judg ment, his criticisms (particularly on Prince Arthur) do sufficiently demonstrate. From the same account it also appears "that he writ Plays more to get Reputation than Money." DENNIS of himself. See Giles Jacob's Lives of Dram. Poets, p. 68, 69, compared with p. 286. [For an account of the life-long combat between Pope and his arch-enemy Dennis, of which the former had by no means invariably the best, see Introductory Memoir. The Narrative on the Frenzy of J. D. was written by Pope in 1713.]

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[As to Colley Cibber and Theobald see Introductory Remarks to the Dunciad.]

But chief in Bays's, &c.] In the former Edd. thus,

But chief, in Tibbald's monster-breeding breast: Sees Gods with Dæmons in strange league ingage, And earth, and heav'n, and hell her battles wage. She ey'd the Bard, where supperless he sate, And pin'd, unconscious of his rising fate; Studious he sate, with all his Books around, Sinking from thought to thought, &c.'

Var. Tibbald] Author of a pamphlet intitled, Shakespear restor'd. During two whole years while Mr Pope was preparing his Edition of Shakespear, he published Advertisements, requesting assistance, and promising satisfaction to any who could contribute to its greater perfection. But this Restorer, who was at that time soliciting favours of him by letters, did wholly conceal his design, till after its publication; (which he was since not ashamed to own, in a Daily Journal of Nov. 26, 1728). And then an outcry was made in the Prints, that our Author had joined with the Bookseller to raise an extravagant subscription: in which he had no share, of which he had no knowledge, and against which he had publickly advertised in his own proposals for Homer. Pro

Bays, form'd by nature Stage and Town to bless1,
And act, and be, a Coxcomb with success.
Dulness, with transport eyes the lively Dunce,
Remembring she herself was Pertness once.
Now (shame to Fortune 2!) an ill Run at Play
Blank'd his bold visage, and a thin Third day 3:
Swearing and supperless the Hero sate,

Blasphem'd his Gods, the Dice, and damn'd his Fate;
Then gnaw'd his pen, then dash'd it on the ground,
Sinking from thought to thought, a vast profound!
Plung'd for his sense, but found no bottom there;
Yet wrote and flounder'd on in mere despair.
Round him much Embryo, much Abortion lay 5,
Much future Ode, and abdicated Play;
Nonsense precipitate, like running Lead,

That slipp'd thro' Cracks and Zig-zags of the Head;
All that on Folly Frenzy could beget,
Fruits of dull Heat, and Sooterkins

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Next, o'er his Books his eyes began to roll,

In pleasing memory of all he stole,

How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd snug,
And suck'd all o'er, like an industrious Bug.
Here lay poor Fletcher's half-eat scenes, and here
The Frippery of crucify'd Moliere;

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There hapless Shakespear, yet of Tibbald sore,
Wish'd he had blotted 10 for himself before.

bably that proceeding elevated Tibbald to the dignity he holds in this Poem, which he seems to deserve no other way better than his brethren; unless we impute it to the share he had in the Journals, cited among the Testimonies of Authors prefixed to this work. P.

Bays, form'd by nature, &c.] It is hoped the poet here hath done full justice to his Hero's character, which it were a great mistake to imagine was wholly sunk in stupidity: he is allowed to have supported it with a wonderful mixture of Vivacity. This character is heightened according to his own desire, in a Letter he wrote to our author. "Pert and dull at least you might have allowed me. What am I only to be dull, and dull still, and again, and for ever." He then solemnly appealed to his own conscience, "that he could not think himself so, nor believe that our Poet did; but that he spoke worse of him than he could possibly think; and concluded it must be merely to shew his Wit, or for some Profit or Lucre to himself." Life of C. C. chap. vii. and Letter to Mr P. pag. 15. 40. 53. P.

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2 Shame to Fortune! Because she usually shews favour to persons of this Character, who have a three-fold pretence to it. P.

3 [A thin Third day, i.e. of the performance of one of his plays.]

4 From Lord Rochester on Man:
'Stumbling from thought to thought.'

Warton.

5 Round him much Embryo, &c.] In the former Editions thus,

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8 The Frippery] "When I fitted up an old play, it was as a good housewife will mend old linen, when she has not better employment." Life, p. 217. octavo. P.

Hapless Shakespear, &c.] It is not to be doubted but Bays was a subscriber to Tibbald's Shakespear. He was frequently liberal this way; and, as he tells us, "subscribed to Mr Pope's Homer, out of pure Generosity and Civility; but when Mr Pope did so to his Nonjuror, he concluded it could be nothing but a joke." Letter to Mr P. p. 24,

This Tibbald, or Theobald, published an edition of Shakespear, of which he was so proud himself as to say, in one of Mist's Journals, June 8, "That to expose any Errors in it was impracticable." And in another, April 27, "That whatever care might for the future be taken by any other Editor, he would still give above five hundred emendations, that shall escape them all." P.

10 Wish'd he had blotted] It was a ridiculous praise which the Players gave to Shakespear,

The rest on Out-side merit but presume1,
Or serve (like other Fools) to fill a room;
Such with their shelves as due proportion hold,
Or their fond parents drest in red and gold;
Or where the pictures for the page atone,
And Quarles is sav'd by Beauties not his own.
Here swells the shelf with Ogilby the great 3;

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There, stamp'd with arms, Newcastle shines complete1: Here all his suff'ring brotherhood retire,

And 'scape the martyrdom of jakes and fire:

A Gothic Library! of Greece and Rome

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Well purg'd, and worthy Settle, Banks, and Broome 5.

But, high above, more solid Learning shone,

The Classics of an Age that heard of none;
There Caxton slept, with Wynkyn at his side,
One clasp'd in wood, and one in strong cow-hide;
There sav'd by spice, like mummies, many a year,
Dry Bodies of Divinity appear;

'that he never blotted a line." Ben Jonson honestly wish'd he had blotted a thousand; and Shakespear would certainly have wished the same, if he had lived to see those alterations in his works, which, not the Actors only (and especially the daring Hero of this poem) have made on the Stage, but the presumptuous Critics of our days in their Editions. P.

1 The rest on Out-side merit, &c.] This Library is divided into three parts; the first consists of those authors from whom he stole, and whose works he mangled; the second, of such as fitted the shelves, or were gilded for shew, or adorned with pictures; the third class our author calls solid learning, old Bodies of Divinity, old Commentaries, old English Printers, or old English Translations; all very voluminous, and fit to erect altars to Dulness. P.

2 [The author of the Emblems, whom Pope sneers at in Imitations of Horace, Bk. 11. Ep. 1. v. 377.1

Ogilby the Great;] "John Ogilby was one, who, from a late initiation into literature, made such a progress as might well style him the prodigy of his time! sending into the world so many large Volumes! His translations of Homer and Virgil done to the life, and with such excellent sculptures: And (what added great grace to his works) he printed them all on special good paper, and in a very good letter." Winstanly, Lives of Poets. P. [Ogilby (born 1600, died 1676,) began life as a dancing-master, and after being educated by charity at Cambridge, came before the public both as poet and printer. It is in the latter capacity that he is chiefly remarkable; from his press at Whitefriars he issued a large variety of works, among which his Maps became specially famous.]

4 There, stamp'd with arms, Newcastle shines complete: "The Duchess of Newcastle was one who busied herself in the ravishing delights of Poetry; leaving to posterity in print three ample Volumes of her studious endeavours."

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Winstanly, ibid. Langbane reckons up eight Folios of her Grace's; which were usually adorned with gilded covers, and had her coat of arms upon them. P. [The Duchess of Newcastle, in the times of the Commonwealth and Charles II., published a large number of poetical and 'philosophical' works, and a kind of narrative cyclopædia called the World's Olio.]

5 Worthy Settle, Banks, and Broome.] The Poet has mentioned these three authors in particular, as they are parallel to our Hero in three capacities: 1. Settle was his brother Laureate only indeed upon half-pay, for the City instead of the Court; but equally famous for unintelligible flights in his poems on public occasions, such as Shows, Birth-days, &c. 2. Banks was his Rival in Tragedy (tho' more successful) in one of his Tragedies, the Earl of Essex, which is yet alive: Anna Boleyn, the Queen of Scots, and Cyrus the Great, are dead and gone. These he drest in a sort of Beggar's Velvet, or a happy Mixture of the thick Fustian and thin Prosaic; exactly imitated in Perolla and Isidora, Cæsar in Égypt, and the Heroic Daughter. 3. Broome was a serving-man of Ben Jonson, who once picked up a Comedy from his Betters, or from some cast scenes of his Master, not entirely contemptible. P.

6 More solid Learning] Some have objected, that books of this sort suit not so well the library of our Bays, which they imagine consisted Novels, Plays, and obscene books; but they are to consider, that he furnished his shelves only for ornament, and read these books no more than the Dry Bodies of Divinity, which, no doubt, were purchased by his father, when he designed him for the Gown. See the note on v. 200.

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7 Caxton] A Printer in the time of Edward IV. Rich. III. and Hen. VII; Wynkyn de Word, his successor, in that of Hen. VII. and VIIL The former translated into prose Virgil's Æneis, as a history; of which he speaks, in his Proeme, in a very singular manner, as of a book hardly known. P. [Part om.]

De Lyra1 there a dreadful front extends,

And here the groaning shelves Philemon 2 bends.

Of these twelve volumes, twelve of amplest size,

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Redeem'd from tapers and defrauded pies,

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Founds the whole pile, of all his works the base;
Quartos, octavos, shape the less'ning pyre;
A twisted Birth-day Ode completes the spire 3.
Then he: "Great Tamer of all human art!
First in my care, and ever at my

heart;

Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend,

With whom my Muse began, with whom shall end. E'er since Sir Fopling's Periwig was Praise,

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To the last honours of the Butt and Bays:

O thou! of Bus'ness the directing soul!

To this our head like bias to the bowl,

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Which, as more pond'rous, made its aim more true, Obliquely waddling to the mark in view:

O! ever gracious to perplex'd mankind,

Still spread a healing mist before the mind;

And, lest we err by Wit's wild dancing light,
Secure us kindly in our native night.
Or, if to Wit a coxcomb make pretence5,

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Guard the sure barrier between that and Sense;
Or quite unravel all the reas'ning thread,
And hang some curious cobweb in its stead!
As, forc'd from wind-guns, lead itself can fly,
And pond'rous slugs cut swiftly thro' the sky;
As clocks to weight their nimble motion owe,
The wheels above urg'd by the load below:

Nich. de Lyra, or Harpsfield, a very voluminous commentator, whose works, in five vast folios, were printed in 1472. P.

2 Philemon Holland, Doctor in Physic. "He translated so many books, that a man would think he had done nothing else; insomuch that he might be called Translator general of his age. The books alone of his turning into English are sufficient to make a Country Gentleman a complete Library. Winstanly. P.

3 A twisted, &c.] in the former Edd. And last, a little Ajax tips the spire.' Warburton. A little Ajax] in duodecimo, translated from Sophocles by Tibbald. P. [The birth-day Ode of course substituted in allusion to Cibber's laureateship. Cf. v. 168.]

▲ E'er since Sir Fopling's Periwig] The first visible cause of the passion of the Town for our Hero was a fair flaxen full-bottom'd periwig, which, he tells us, he wore in his first play of the Fool in fashion. This remarkable Periwig usually made its entrance upon the stage in a sedan, brought in by two chairmen, with infinite approbation of the audience. P. [Part om.]

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5 Or, if to Wit, &c.] in the former Edd. 'Ah! still o'er Britain stretch that peaceful wand,

Which lulls th' Helvetian and Batavian land;
Where rebel to thy throne if Science rise,
She does but shew her coward face, and dies:
There thy good Scholiasts with unweary'd pains
Make Horace flat, and humble Maro's strains:
Here studious I unlucky Moderns save,
Nor sleeps one Error in its father's grave,
Old puns restore, lost blunders nicely seek,
And crucify poor Shakespear once a week.
For thee supplying, in the worst of days,
Notes to dull books, and prologues to dull plays;
Not that my quill to critics was confin'd,
My verse gave ampler lessons to mankind;
So gravest precepts may successless prove,
But sad examples never fail to move.
As forc'd from wind-guns,' &c.

Warburton.

6 As forc'd from wind-guns, &c.] The thought of these four verses is found in a poem of our Author's of a very early date (namely written at fourteen years old, and soon after printed) to the author of a poem called Successio. [See Miscellaneous Poems.] Warburton.

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