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Verses of his Grace the Duke of Buck
USE, 'tis enough : at length thy labour
ends, And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends. Let Crowds of Critics now my verfe affail, Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail : This more than pays whole years of thankless pain, Time, health, and fortune are not loft in vain. Sheffield approves, consenting Phoebus bends, And I and Malice from this hour are friends,
By Mr. POPE, To a Play for Mr. Dennis's Benefit, in
1733, when he was old, blind, and in great Distress, a little before his Death.
S when that Hero, who in each Campaign,
Had brav’d the Goth, and many a Vandal slain, Lay Fortune-struck, a spectacle of Woe! Wept by each Friend, forgiv’n by ev'ry Foe: Was there a gen'rous, a reflecting mind, 5 But pitied BELISARIUS old and blind? Was there a Chief but melted at the Sight? A common Soldier, who but clubb'd his Mite?
NOTE s. VÆR. 6. But pitied Belisarius, etc.] Nothing was ever more happily imagined than this allution, or finelier conducted. And the continued pleafantry so delicately touched, that it took nothing from the self satisfaction the Crie tic had in his merit, or the Audience in their charity. With so much mastery has the Poet executed, in this be. nevolent irony, that which he supposed Dennis himself, had he the wit to fee, would have the ingenuity to own:
This dreaded Satriji, Dennis will confess,
Foe to his pride, but Friend to his Distress. VER. 7. Was there a Chief, wc.] The fine figure of the Commander in that capital Picture of Belisarius at Chiswick, supplied the Poet with this beautiful idea. I E4
Such, such emotions should in Britons rise,
19 Who holds Dragoons and wooden shoes in fcorn; If there's a Critic of distinguish'd rage; If there's a Senior, who contemns this age; Let him to night his just assistance lend, And be the Critic's, Briton's, Old Man's Friend,
63. B. I.
NOTES. Ver. !2. Their Quibbles routed and defy'd their Puns ;] See Dunciad, Note on v.
Ver. 13. A desp'rate Bulwark, etc.] See Dunc, Note on v. 268. B. II.
Ver. 16. And hook the Stage with Thunders all bis own!] See Dunc. Note on v, 226. B. II.
Ver. 17. Stood up to das, etc.] See Dunc. Note on V. 173. B. III.
VER. 18. Maul the French Tyrant--] See Dunc. Note on v. 413. B. II.
Ibid. or pull down the Pope !) See Dunc. Note on v. 63. B.I.
Ver. 21. If there's a critic of dißinguish'd rage.] See Dunc. Notes on v. 106. B. I.
M A CER:
CH AR A C T E R.
THEN fimple Macer, now of high renown, WHE
First fought a Poet's Fortune in the Town, 'Twas all th' Ambition his high foul could feel, To wear red stockings, and to dine with Steel. Some Ends of verse his Betters might afford,
S And gave the harmless fellow a good word. Set up with these, he ventur’d on the Town, And with a borrow'd Play, out-did poor Crown. There he ftop'd short, nor since has writ a tittle, But has the wit to make the most of little : Like stunted hide-bound Trees, that just have got Sufficient sap at once to bear and rot. Now he begs Verse, and what he gets commends, Not of the Wits his foes, but Fools his friends. 14
So some coarse Country Wench, almost decay'd, Trudges to town, and first turns Chambermaid; Aukward and supple, each devoir to pay; She Aatters her good Lady twice a day; Thought wond'rous honeft, tho' of mean degree, And strangely lik'd for her Simplicity: In a translated Suit, then tries the Town, With borrow'd Pins, and Patches not her own: But just endur'd the winter she began, And in four months a batter'd Harridan,
24 Now nothing left, but wither’d, pale, and shrunk, To bawd for others, and go shares with Punk
To Mr. JOHN MOORE,
AUTHOR of the celebrated WORM
OW much, egregious Moore, are we
Deceiv'd by shews and forms ! Whate'er we think, whate'er we see,
All Humankind are Worms,
Man is a very Worm by birth,
Vile, Reptile, weak, and vain ! A while he crawls upon the earth,
Then shrinks to earth again. That Woman is a Worm, we find
E're fince our Grandame's evil? She first convers'd with her own kind,
That ancient Worm, the Devil.
The Learn’d themselves we Book-worms name,
The Blockhead is a Slow-worm; The Nymph whose tail is all on flame,
Is aptly term’d a Glow-worm:
That flutter for a day ;
And in a Worm decay.