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True, he had wit, to make their value rise;
Witness great Ammon! by whose horns I swore,
The REMARKS. Dufour, without staying to inquire about the uneasy fymptoms of the burthen he carried, first asked him, Whether the Medals were of the higher empire ? He assured him
they were. Dufour was ravished with the hope of possessing so rare a treasure ; he bargained with him on the spot for the most curious of them, and was to recover them at his own expence.
Ver. 387. Witness great Ammon!] Jupiter Ammon is called to witness, as the father of Alexander, to whom those Kings succeeded in the division of the Macedonian Empire, and whose Horns they wore on their Medals.
The Goddess smiling seem’d to give consent;
395 So back to Pollio, hand in hand, they went.
Then thick as Locusts blackening all the ground, A tribe, with weeds and shells fantastic crown'd, Each with some wondrous gift approach'd the Power, A Nest, a Toad, a Fungus, or a Flower.
400 But far the foremost, two, with earnest zeal, And aspect ardent, to the Throne appeal.
The first thus open’d: Hear thy suppliant's call,
Now REMARKS. Ver. 394. Douglas] A physician of great Learning and no less Taste; above all, curious in what related to Horace, of whom he collected every Edition, Translation, and Comment, to the number of several hundred volumes.
Ver. 409. and nam'd it Caroline :) It is a compliment which the Florists usually pay to Princes and great persons, to give their names to the most curious Flowers of their raising : Some have been very jealous of vindicating this honour, but none more than that ambitious Gardener, at Hammersmith, who caused his Favourite to be painted on his Sign, with this inscription, This is My Queen Caroline.
Now prostrate ! dead! behold that Caroline :
425 The rising game, and chac'd from flower to flower. It fled, I follow'd ; now in hope, now pain; It stopt, I stopt ; it mov’d, I mov'd again. At last it fixt, 'twas on what plant it pleas’d, And where it fix'd, the beauteous bird I seiz'd: 430 Rafe. or Carnation was below my care; I meddle, Goddess ! only in my sphere. I tell the naked fact without disguise, And, to excuse it, need but shew the prize; Whose fpoils this Paper offers to your eye, Fair ev'n in death! this peerless Butterfly.
My fons! (The answer'd) both have done your parts : Live happy both, and long promote our arts. But hear a Mother, when she recommends To your fraternal çare our Neeping friends.
440 The common Soul, of Heaven's more frugal make, Serves but to keep fools pert and knaves awake;
A drowsy Watchman, that just gives a knock,
450 The head that turns at superlunar things, Pois'd with a tail, may steer on Wilkins' wings.
O! would the Sons of Men once think their Eyes And Reason giv’n them but to study Flies ! See Nature in some partial narrow shape,
455 And let the Author of the whole escape; Learn but to trifle; or, who most obferve, To wonder at their Maker, not to serve.
Be that my talk (replies a gloomy Clerk, Sworn foe to Mystery, yet divinely dark; 460
Ver. 441. The common soul, &c.] in the first Edit. thus,
Of Souls the greater part, Heaven's common make,
Ver. 452. Wilkins' wings.] One of the first Projec. tors of the Royal Society, who, among many enlarged and useful notions, entertained the extravagant hope of a possibility to fly to the Moon; which has put some volatile Geniuses upon making wings for that purpose.
Whose pious hope aspires to see the day
Ver. 462. When Moral Evidence shall quite decay,] Alluding to a ridiculous and absurd way of some Mathematicians, in calculating the gradual decay of Moral Evidence by mathematical proportions : according to which calculation, in about fifty years it will be no longer probable that Julius Cæfar was in Gaul, or died in the Senate House. See Craig's Theologiæ Christianæ Principia Mathematica. ut as it seems evident, that facts of a thousand years old, for instance, are now as probable as they were five hundred years ago ; it is plain, that if in fifty more they quite disappear, it must be owing, not to their Arguments, but to the extraordinary power of our Goddess; for whose help therefore they have reason to pray.