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In eldest time, ere mortals writ or read,

One cell there is, conceald from vulgar eye, Ere Pallas issued from the Thunderer's head, 10 The care of poverty and poetry. Dulness o'er all possess'd her ancient right, Keen, hollow winds howl through the bleak recess, Daughter of Chaos and eternal Night :

Emblem of inusic caused by emptiness. Fate in their dotage this fair idiot gave,

Hence bards, like Proteus, long in vain tied down, Gross as her sire, and as her mother grave,

Escape in monsters, and amaze the town. Laborious, leary, busy, bold, and blind,

Ilence Miscellanies spring, the weekly boast She ruled, in native anarchy, the mind.

Of Curll's chaste press, and Liniot's rubric post: 40 Still her old empire to restore she tries,

Ilence hymning Tyburn's elegiac lines,
For, born a goddess, Dulness never dies.

Hence journals, medleys, Mercuries, inagazines
Oh thou ! whatever title please thine ear- Sepulchral lies, our holy walls to grace,
Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver !

20 And new-year odes, and all the Grub-street race. Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air,

In clouded majesty here Dulness shone; Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy chair, Four guardian virtues, round, support her throne: Or praise the court, or magnify mankind,

Fierce champion Fortitude, that knows no fears Or thy grieved country's copper chains unbind, Of hisses, blows, or want, or loss of ears : From thy Bæotia though her power retires, Calm Temperance, whose blessings those partake, Mourn not, my Switt, at aught our realm acquires. Who hunger and who thirst for scribbling' sake: 0 Hlere pleased behold her mighty wings outspread Prudence, whose glass presents the approaching jail: To hatch a new Saturnian age of lead.

Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, 30 And solid pudding against empty praise. Where o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand, Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep, Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand ; Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep,

Till genial Jacob, on a warm third day,

Calls for each mass, a poem or a play:

How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie ; where Bartholomew fair was kept, whose shows, machines, How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry. and dramatical entertainments, formerly agreeable only to the taste of the rabble, were by the hero of this poem, and Maggots, half-form'd, in rhyme exactly meet, others of equal genius, brought to the theatres of Covent-And learn to crawl upon poetic feet, garden, Lincolo's inn-fields, and the Hay-market, to be the rcigning pleasures of the court and town. This happened in the reigos of King George I. and II. See Book iii. Ver. 4. By Dulness, Jove, and Fate:) i. e. by their judg.

REMARKS. ments, their interests, and their inclinations.

Ver. 34. Poverty and poetry.) I cannot here omit a reVer. 15. Laborious, heavy, busy, bold, &c.] I wonder mark that will greally endear our author to every one, who the learned Scriblerus has omitted to advertise the reader, shall attentively observe that humanity and enndour, which at the opening of this poem, that Dulness here is not to be every where appears in him towards those unbalts dels taken contractedly for mere stupidity, but in the enlarged of the ridicule of all mankind, the band poets. He there inrsense of the word, for all slowness of apprehension, short-putes all scandalous rhymes, scurilous weekly papers, base ness of sight, or imperfect sense of things. It includes (as latteries, wretched clogies, songs, and verses (tren from we see by the poet's own words) labour, industry, and some those sung at court, to ballads in the street,) not so much to degrees of activity and boldness; a ruling principle not malice or servility as to dulness, and not so much to dulcess inert, but turning topsy-turvy the understan ing, and indu as lo necessity. And thus, at the very commoucement of cing an anarchy or confused state of mind. This remark his satire, makes an apology for all that are to be satirized. ought to be carried along with the reader throughout the

Ver. 40. Curli's chaste press, and Lintot's rubric prist: work; and without this cuution he will be apt to mistake Two booksellers, of whom see Book ii.

The former was the importance of many of the characters, as well as of the lined by the Court of King's Bench for publishing obscere design of the poet. Hence it is that some have complained books; the latter usually adorned his shop with tilles in ied he chooses too mean a subject, and imagined he employs letters. himself like Domitian, in killing flies; whereas those who

Ver. 41. Hence hymning Tyburn's clegiac lines.] It ise! have the true key will tiod hesports with nobler quarry, and ancient English custom for the malefactors to sing a paim embraces a larger compass; or (as one saith on a like oc- at their execution at Tyburn; and no less customary to casion,)

print clegies on their deaths, at ihe same time, or before. Will see his work, like Jacob's ladder rise,

Ver. 43. Sepulchral lies, J is a just satire on the tiatteries Its foot in dirt, its head amid the skies.'

and falsehoods admitted to be inscribed on the walls of Bentl.

churches, in epitaphs, which occasioned the following Ver. 17. Sull her old empire to restore.] This restoration epigram: makes the completion of the poem. Vide Book iv.

"Friend! in your epitaphs, I'm grieved Ver. 22. Laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy chair.) The So very much is said ; imagery is exquisite; and the equivoque in the last words, One hall will never be belioved, gives a peculiar elegance to the whole expression. The

The other never read.' easy chair suits his age: Rabelais' easy chair marks his character; and be tilled and possessed it as the right heir and Ver. 44. New-year odes.] Made by the poet-laureate successor of that original genius.

for the time being, to be sung at court on every new year's Ver. 23. Or praise the court, or magnify mankind.] day, the words of which are happily drowned in the voices Ironice, alluding to Gulliver's representations of both. The and instruments. The new year odes of the hero of the next line relates to the papers of the Draper against the cur work were of a cast distinguished from all that precede rency of Wood's copper coin in Ireland, which, upon the him, and made a conspicuous part of his character as a great discontent of the people, his majesty was most gra- writer, which doubtless induced our author to mention thea ciously placed to recall.

here so particularly. Ver. 26. Mour not, my Swift, at aught our realm ac- Ver. 15. ln clouded inajesty here Dulness shone.) Set quires.] Ironice iterum. The politics of England and Ire- this cloud removed or rolled back, or gathered up to her land wero at this time by some thought to be opposite, or bead, Book iv. ver. 17, 18. It is worth while to comparis interfering with each other. Dr. Swift of course was in the this description of the majesty of Dulness in a state of peare interest of the latter, our author of the former.

and tranquillity, with that more busy scene where slim Ver. 31. By his famed father's hand.) Mr. Caius Gabriel mounts the throne in triumph, and is noi so much supported Cibber, father of the poet-laureato. "The two statues of by her own viriues, as by the princely consciousness of his che lunatics over the guies of Bedlam-hospital were done by ving destrored all other. him, and as the son justly says of them) are no ill monu- Ver. 57. Genial Jacob] Tonson. The famous race or book ments of his fame as an artist.

sellers of that Dame

Here one poor word a hundred clenches makes, She saw slow Phillips creep like Tate's poor page And ductile Dulness new meanders takes,

And all the mighty mad in Dennis rage. 'There motley images her fancy strike,

In each she marks her image full exprest,
Figures ill-pair'd, and similes unlike.

But chief in Bays's monster-bleeding breast :
She sees a mob of metaphors advance,
Pleased with the madness of the mazy dance;

How tragedy and comedy embrace;

some lines in Cowley's Miscellanies on the other. And How farce and epic get a jumbled race;

70 both these authors had a resemblance in their fates as well How Time himself stands still at her command,

as their writings, having been alike sentenced to the pillory.

Ver. 104. And Euslen eke out, &c.) Lawrence Eusden, Realms shift their place, and ocean turns to land; poet laureate. Mr. Jacob gives a catalogue of some few Here gay description Egypt glads with showers

only of his works, which were very numerous. Mr. Cooke,

in his Daitle of Poets, saith of him, Or gives to Zembla fruits, to Barca flowers;

Eusden, a laurel'di bard by fortune rais'd, Glittering with ice here hoary hills are seen,

By very few was read, by fewer praised.'' There painted valleys of eternal green,

Mr. Oldmixon, in his Arts of Logic and Rhetoric, p. 413, In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,

414, afhıms, ' That of all the Galimatias he ever met with, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.

none comes up to some verses of this poet, which have as

much of the ridiculum and the lustian in them as can well All these, and more, the cloud compelling queen be jumbled together, and are of that sort of nonsense, which Beholds through fogs, that magnify the scene.

80 so perfectly confounds all ideas, that there is no distinct one She, tinsel'd o'er in robes of varying hues,

left in the mind.' Parther he says of him, 'That he hath

prophesied his own poetry shall be siveeter than Catullus, With self-applause her wild creation views; Ovid, and Tibullus: but we have little hope of the accomSees momentary monsters rise and fall,

plishinent of it, from what he hath lately published.' Upon And with her own fools' colours gilds them all.

which Mr. Oldmixon has not spared a reflection, 'That

the putting the laurel on the head of one who writ such 'Twas on the day, when ** rich and grave, verses, will give futurity a very lively idea of the judgment Like Cimon triumph'd both on land and wave:

and justice of those who bestowed it. Ibid. p. 417. But

the well-known learning of that poble person, who was then (Pomps without guilt, of bloodless swords and maces, lord chamberlain, night have screened him from this unGlad chains, warm furs, broad banners, and broad manuerly reflection. Nor ought Mr. Oldmixon to complain, faces,)

so long after, that the laure would have better become his

own brows, or any other's: it were more decent to acquiesce Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er,

in the opinion of the duke of Buckingham upon this matter : But lived in Settle's numbers, one day more. 90

-In rush'd Eustlen, and cried who shall have it, Now mayors and shrieves all hush'd and satiate lay, But I the true laureate, to whom the king gave it?" Yet eat, in dreams, the custard of the day;

Apollo begy'd pardon, and granted his claim,

But vow'd that till then he ne'er heard of his name.' While pensive poets painful vigils keep,

Session of Poets. Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep. The same plea might also serve for his sucressor, Mr. Cib Much to the mindful queen the feast recalls

ber: and is further strengthened in the following epigram

made on that occasion : What city swans once sung within the walls;

'In merry Old England it once was a rulo Much she revolves their arts, their ancient praise, The king had his poet, and also his fool; And sure succession down from Heywood's days,

But now we're so frugal, I'd have you to know it,

That Cibber can serve both for fool and for proet.' She saw with joy, the line immortal run, Each sire imprest and glaring in his son:

of Blackmore, see Book ii. Of Phillips, Book i. ver. 262, 100

and Book iii. prope fin. So watchful Bruin forms, with plastic care,

Nahum Tate was poet laureate, a cold writer of no inEich growing lump, and brings it to a bear. vention; but sometimes translated tolerably when befriended

by Mr. Dryden. In his second part of Absolam and AchitoShe saw old Pryn in restless Daniel shine,

phel are above two hundred admirable lines together, of And Eusden eke out Blackmore's endless line: ihat great hand, which strongly shine through the insipidity

of the rest. Something parallel may be observed of another

author here mentioned. REMARKS.

Ver. 106. And all the mighty mad in Dennis rage.] Mr. Ver. 85, 86. "Twas on the day, when * * rich and grave by the name of Furius. . The modern Furius ir to be looket

Theobald, in the Censor, vol. ji. No. 33, calls Mr. Dennis -Like Cimon triumph'd] Viz. Dame the author had left in blanks, but most certainly could upon more as an object of pity, than of that which he daily never be tlal which the editor foisted in formerly, and provokes, laughter and contempt. Did we really know which no way agrees with the chronology of the poem.

how much this poor man' (I wish that reflection on poverty Bentl.

had been spared] 'suffers by being contradicted, or which is The procession of a lord mayor is made partly by land the same thing in effect, by hearing another praised : ve and partly by water-Cinon, the famous Athenia general, should, in compassion sometimes attend to him with a silent obtained a victory by sea, and another by land on the same nod, and let him go away with the triumphs of his ill-nature. das, over the Persians and Barbarians.

-Poor Furius, (again) when any of his contemporaries are A beautiful manner of speaking, usual with poets, in praise ancients. His very panegvrie in spiteful

, and he uses it for Yer.90. But lived, in Settle's punbers, one day more.] spoken well of quitting the ground of the present dispure,

steps back a thousand years to call in the succour of the of poetry.

Ibid. But lived, in Settle's numbers, one day more.) Set- the same reason as some ladies do their comirendation of a tle was port to tho city of London. His office was to com- that a living one happened to be mentioned in their com

dead beauty, who would never have their good word, but Pane yearly panegyrics upon the lord mayors, and verses to be spoken in the pageants: but that part of the shows being pany. His applause is not the tribute of his heart, but the al bange frugally abolished, the employment of City-poe sacrifice of his revenge,' &c. Indeed, his pieces against our ceased; so that upon Settle's' demise, there was no successor poet are somewhat of an angry character, and as they are to that place.

now scarce extant, a taste of this style may be satisfactory Vore. John Heywood, whose interludes were printed outward form, though, it should be thae of downright

to the curious. “A young, squah, short gentleman, whogo in the time of Henry VIII. Ver. 103. Old Pryn in restless Daniel.] The first edition monkey, would not differ so much from the human shape

as his unthinking immaterial part does from human under

standing.-He is as stupid and as venomous as a hunch"She saw in Norton all his father shine :'

back'd tond. A book through which folly and ignorance, a great mistake! for Daniel de Foe had parts, but Norton those brethren so lame and impotent, do ridiculously look de Foe was a wretched writer, and never attempted poetry. big and very dull, and strue and hobble, check by jowl, Moch more justly is Daniel bimself, made successor to W with their arms on kimbo, bring led and supported, and Pryn, both of whom wrote ver es as well as Politics; as ap- bulls-hack'il by that blind Blector, Impudence. Reflect. on pears by the poem de Jure Divino, &c. of De Foe, and bylthe Essay on Criticism, p. 26, 29, 30.


had it,


Bays, form'd by nature stage and town to bless, Swearing and supperless the hero sat,
And act, and be, a coxcomb with success. 110 Blasphemed his gods, the dice, and damn'd his fate;
Dulness with transport eyes the lively dunce, Then gnaw'd his pen,

then dash'd it on the ground, Remembering she herself was pertness once. Sinking from thought to thought, a vast profound ! Now (shame to fortune!) an ill run at play Plunged for his sense, but found no bottom there, Blank'd his bold visage, and a thin third day : Yet wrote and flounder'd on, in mere despair. 120

Round himn much embryo, much abortion lay

Much future ode, and abdicated play:
It would be unjust not to add his reasons for this fory: Then slipp'd through crags and zig-zags

Nonsense precipitate, like running lead,

head they are so strong and so coercive. 'I regard him,' saiih he, kas un enemy, not so much to me, as to my king, to my All that on folly frenzy could beget, country, lo my religion, and to that liberty which has been Fruit of dull heat, and sooterkins of wit. the sole felicity of my life. A vagary of fortune, who is sometimes pleased to be frolicsome, and the epidemic mad- Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll, ness of the times, have given him reputation, and " reputa- In pleasing memory of all he stole, tion," as Hobbes says, " is power," and that has made bim How here he sipp'd, how here he plunder'd snug, dangerous. Therefore I louk on it as my duty to King George, whose faithtul subject I am; to my country, or And suck'd all o'er like an industrious bug. 130 which I have appeared a cumstane lover; to the laws, under Here lay poor Fletcher's halt-eat scenes, and nere whose protection I have so long lived; and to the liberty of The frippery of crucified Moliere: my country, more dear to me than life, of which I have now for forty years been a constant asserter, &c. I look upon it There hapless Shakspeare, yet of Tibbald sore, as any duty, I say, to do-you shall see what-io pull the Wish'd he had blotted for himself before. lion's skin froin this little ass, which populer error has thrown around him; and to show that this author, who has been lately 80 much in vogue, has neither sease in his thoughts, nor English in his expression.' Dennis, Rem. on Hom. Pref. p. 2, 91, &c.

am I only to be dull, and dull still, and again, and for ever?' Besides these public-spirited reasons, Mr. D. had a pri- He then solemnly appealed 10 bis own conscience, il at he vate one; which, by his manner of expressing it in p. 92, could not think himselt so, nor believe that our poet dia; appears to have been equally strong. He was even in bodily but that he spake worse of him than he couri pussabiy tunk: fear of his life, from the machinations of the said Mr. P. and concluded it must be merely to show bis wil, or für some • The story,' says he, is too long to be told, but who would profit or lucre to himself.' Lito of C. C. chap. 11. and Letbe acquainted with it

, may hear it from Mr. Curll, my book- ter to Mr. P. page 15, 10, 53. And to show his daun 10 seller. However, what my reason has suggested to me,

what the poet was so unwilling to allow him, or being part that I have with'a just contidenco said, in defiance of his as well as dull, he declares he will have the last word; which two clandestine weapons, his slander and his poison.' occasioned the following epigram: Which last words of his book plainly dixcover Mr. D's sub- Quoth Cibber to l'ope, "Though in verse you foreclose, picion was that of being poisoned, in like manner as Mr. I'll bave the last word; for, by G-, I'll write prose." Curll had been before him: of which fact, see a full and Poor Colly, thy reasoning is none of the strongest, true account of the horrid and barbarous revenge, by poison,! For know, the last word is the word that lasts longest. on the body of Limund Curll, printed in 1716, the year ante- Ver. 115. Supperless the hero sat.] It is amazing hoa cedent to that wherein these remarks of Mr. Dennis were the sense of this bath been mistaken by all the former con published. But what puts it beyond all question, is a pas- mentators, who most idly suppose it to imply, that the hero sage in a very warm treatise, in which Mr. D. was also of the poem wanted a suppor. In truth, a great absurdity. concerned, price two-pence, called, Arrue chararter of Mr. Not that we are ignorant ihnt the hero of Homer's Odyszy Pope and his Writings, printed for S. Popping, 1716; in the is frequently in that circumstance, and, therefore, it can do tenth page whereof he is said to havo insulted people on way derogate from the grandeur of epic poem lo represent those calamities and discases which he himself gave them, such hero under a calamity, to which the greatest, noi orig by administering poison to them;' and is called (p. 4.) or critics and poets, but oi' kings and warrivis, have been lurking way-laying coward, and a stabber in the dark.' subject. But much more retined, I will venture to say, is Which (with many other things most lively set forth in that the meaning of our author: it was to give iis obliquoly a piece) must have rendered him a terror, not to Mr. Dennis curious precept, or what Bossu calls a disguised stulence, only, but to all Christian people. This charitable warning that'Tempernnee is the life of study. The language vl only provoked our incorrigible poet to write the following poesy brings all into action; and to represent a critic encom epigram:

passed with books but without a supper, is a picture which Should Dennis publish you had stabb'd your brother,

lively expresseth how much the true critic preters the diet Lampoon'd your monarch, or debauch'd your mother;

of the mind to that of the body, one of which he always casSay, what revenge on Dennis can be had

tigates, and often totally neglects, for the greater imjurove Toodull for laughter, for reply too mad :

ment of the other.


But since the discovery of the true hero of the poem, may On one so poor you canno: inke the law; On one so old your sword you scorn to draw ;

we not add, but nothing was so natural, after so great a low Uncaged then let the harmless monster raso,

of money at dice, or of' reputation by his play, as that the Secure in dulness, madness, want, and age.'

poet should have no great stomach 10 eat a ruppar? Be

sides, how well has the poet consul:ed his heroic charseier, For the rest; Mr. John Dennis was the son of a saddler, in adding that he has swore all the time?

Buatl in London, born in 1637. He paid court to Mr. Dryden; Ver. 131. Poor Fletcher's hall-eat scenes.) A great numand having obtained some correspondence with Mr. Wycher-ber of them taken out to patch up his plays. lev and Mr. Congreve, he immediately obliged the public Ver. 132. The frippery.] "When fitier up an old play with their leitern. lle made hinself known to the govern- it was as a good house wife will meud old linen, when she ment hy many admirable schemes and projects, which the has not beller employment.' Life, p. 217, 80. ministry, for reasons best known to themselves, constantly Ver. 133. Mapless Shakspeare, &c.] It is not to be kept private. For his character as a writer, it is given us as doubled but Bays was a subscriber to Tibbald's Shakspeare follows: Mr. Dennis is erreilent at Pindaric writings, per- He was frequently liberal in this way; and, as he tells us, fectly regular in all his performances, and a person of sound subscribed io Mr. Pope's Homer out of pure generosity and learning. That he is master of a great deal of penetration civility; but when Mr. Pope did so to his Non-juror, he con and judgment, he criticisms (particularly on Prince Arthur)cluded it could be nothing but a joke.' Letter to Mr.P.p.24. do sufficiently demonstrate.' From the same account it This Tibball, or Theobald, published on edition of Shak also appears that he writ plays more to get reputation than speare, of which he was so proud himseilas 10 say, in one money.' Dennis of himselt. See Giles Jacob's Lives of of Mist's Journals, June 8, "That to expose any errors in it Drai. Poets, p. 68, 69, compared with p. 986.

was impracticable.' And to another, April 97, That whatVer. 109. Bayr, form'd by nature, &c.). It is hoped the ever care might for the future be taken by any other editor, poet here bath done full justice to his hero's character, he would still give about five hundred emendations, that which it were a great mistake to imagine was wholly sunk shall escape them all.' in stupidity; he is allowed to have supported it with a won- Ver. 134. Wish'd he had blotted.] It was a ridiculous derful mixture of vivacity. This character is heightened ac- praise which the players gave to Shak-peare, that he never cording to his own desire, in a letter he wrote to our author: blotted a line.' Ben Jonson honestly wished he had blotted *Pert and dull at least you might have aliuwed me. What:la thousand ; and Shakspeare would certainly have wisho

The rest on outside merit but presume,

Of these, twelve volumes, twelve of ainplest size, Or serve (like other fools) to fill a room ;

Redeem'd from tapers and defrauded pies,
Such with their shelves as due proportion hold, Inspired he seizes: these an altar raise :
Or their fond parents dress'd in red and gold : A hecatomb of pure unsullied lays
Or where the pictures for the page atone,

That allar crowns : a folio common-place
And Quarles is saved by beauties not his own. 140 Founds the whole pile, of all, his works the base : 160
Here swells the shelf with Ogilby the great : Quartos, octavos, shape the lessening pyre;
There, stamp'd with arms, Newcastle shines complete: A twisted birth-day ode completes the spire
Here all his suffering brotherhood retire,

Then he : great tamer of all human art !
And 'scape the martyrdom of jakes and fire First in my care, and ever at my heart;
A Gothic library of Greece and Rome

Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend,
Well purged, and worthy Settle, Banks, and Broome. With whom my muse began, with whom shall end,

But, high above, more solid learning shone, E'er since sir Fopling's periwig was praise, The classics of an age that heard of none;

To the last honours of the butt and bays : There Caxton slept, with Wynkyn at his side, 149 O thou! of business the directing soul; One clasp'd in wood, and one in strong cow-hide; To this our head like bias to the bowl,

170 There, saved by spice, like mummies, many a year, Which, as more ponderous, made its aim more true Dry bodies of divinity appear:

Obliquely waddling to the mark in view: De Lyra there a dreadful front extends,

0! ever gracious to perplex'd mankind, And here the groaning shelves Philemon bends. 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.
ibo same, if he had lived to see the alterations in his works, Or, if to wit a coxcomb make pretence,
which noi the actors only (and especially the during hero of Guard the sure barrier between that and sense;
this poem) have made on the stage, but the presumptuous Or quite unravel all the reasoning thread,
erities of our days in their editions.

Ver. 135. The rest on outside merit, &c.] This library And hang some curious cobwcb in its stead! 10 a disdet into three parts; the first consists of those authors | As forced from wind-guns, lead itself can fly, fron whom he stule, and whose works he mangled; the se-And ponderous slugs cut swiftly through the sky: or adorned with pictures: the third class our author calls | As clocks to weight their nimble motions owe, solid learning, old bodies of divinity, old commentaries, olu The wheels above urged by the load below: English printers, or, old English translations ; all very volu- Me Emptiness and Dulness could inspire, minous, and fit to crect altars to Dulness.

Ver. 11. Ogilby the great:) "John Ogilby was one, And were my elasticity and fire. who, from a laie initiation into literature, made such a pro- Some demon stole my pen (forgive the offence) gress as might well style him the prodigy of his time send And once betray'd me into common sense: 197 into the world so many large volumes! His translations of Homer and Virgil done to the life, and with such excel- Else all my prose and verse were much the same, lent sculptures: amd (what added great grace to his works) This, prose on stilts; that, poetry fall’n laine.

190 be printed them all on special good paper, and in a very good Did on the stage my fops appear confined ! lett r.' Wiostanley, Lives of Pocis.

Ver. 142. There, stamp'd with arms, Newcastle shines My life gave ampler lessons to mankind.
compete:). "The dutchess of Newcastle was one who bu-
Bird herself in the ravishing delights of poetry; leaving to
posterity in print three ample volumes of her studious en-

REMARKS. avours! Winstanley, ibid. Lingbane reckons up eight foʻios of her grace's, which were usually adorned with gild- nous commentator, whose works, in five vast fulios, were ed covers, and hail her coat of arms upon them.

printed in 1972. Ver. 146. Worthy Settle, Banks, and Broome.) The Ver. 151. Philemon Holland, doctor in physic. 'lle transpoput has mentioned these three authors in particular, as lated so many books, that a man would think he had done they are parallel to our hero in his three capacities; 1. Set- nothing elt; insomuch that he might be called translator ile kas his brother laureate; only indeed upon half-pay, for general of his age. The books alone of his turning into the city instead of the court; but equally famous for unin- English are sufficient to make a country gentleman a comleiligible flights in his poems on public occasions, such as plete library.

Il'instanley bh0*8, birth-days, &c. 2. Banks was his rival in tragedy Ver. 167. E'er since sir Fopling's periwig.) The first th: ugh inore successful) in one of his tragedies, the Earl visible cause of the passion of the town for our hero, was a of E-sex, which is yet alive: Anna Boleyn, the Queen of fair flaxen full-bottomed periwin, which, be tells us, die wort Scot, and Cyrus the Great, are dead and gone. These he in his first play of the Fool in Funtion. I att:acd, in a dressed in a sort of baazar's velvel, or a happy mixture of particular manner, the friendeliip of Col. Brett, who wanted the thirk fustian and thin proznic; exactly imitated in Pe- to purchase it. • Whatever contempl,' suys he, philus rolit and lsidora, Cesar in Egypt, and the lieroie Daughter. phers may have for a fine periwig, my friend, who was not 3. Brojme was a serving man of Ben Jonson, who once to despise the world, but to live in it, knew very well, that picted up a comedy from his letters, or from some cast so material an article of dress upon the lead of a niin of sernes of his master, not entirely contemptible.

sense, if it became him, could never fail of drawing to him Ver. 147. More solid learning.] Some have objerted, a more partial regard and benevolence, than conid pomniby that books of this sori suit not so well the library of our be hoped for in an ill-made one. This, perhaps, may often Bays, which they imagined consisted of novels, plave, and the grave censure which so youthful a purchap might obscene books; but they are to consider that he furnished otherwise have laid upon him.' In a word, he made his athis shelves only for ornament, and read these books no more tack upon this periwig, as your young tellows generally do than the dry hrdies of divinity, which, no doubt, were pur- upon a larly of pleasure, first by a few familiar praises of Shared by his father when he designed him for the gown. her person, and then a civil inquiry into the price of it; and See the note on ver 200.

we finished our bargain that night over a bottle.' See Lita Vpr. 119. Caxton] A printor in the time of Edw. IV. 8vo. p. 303. This remarkable periwiz usually made its eaRichard III. and Hen. VII.; Wynk yn de Work, his suc- trance upon the stage in a sedan, brought in by two chair. fasear, in that of Hen. VII. and VIII. The former trans- men, with infinite approbation of the audience. later into prose Virgil's Æneis, as a history; of which he Ver. 178, 179. Guard the gure barrier-Or quite unravel Braka, in his proeme, in a very singular manner, as of a &c.] For wit or reasoning are never greatly burtful to dul book hardly known. Tibbald quotes a rare passage from ness, but when the first is founded in iruth, and the other in him in Mit's Journal of March 16, 17:22, concerning a usefulness. strange and marvallous boaste, called Sagittayre, which he Ver. 181. As, forced from wind-guns, &c.] The thought would have Shakspearo lo mean rather than Teucer, the of these four verses is founded in a poem of our author's of archer celebrated by Homer.

a very early date (namely, written at fourteen years old, and Ver. 153. Nich de Lyra, or Harpsfield, a very volumi. Isoon after printed,) to the author of a poem called Successio

Did the dead letter unsuccessful prove ?

Hold--to the minister I more incline; The brisk example never fail'd to move.

To serve his cause, O queen! is serving thine. Yet sure, had Heaven decreed to save the state, And see! thy very Gazetteers give o'er; Hleaven had decreed these works a longer date. E'en Ralph repents, and Henley writes no more. Could Troy be saved by any single hand,

What then remains ? Ourself. Still, still remain This gray-goose weapon must have made her star.d. Cibberian forehead, and Cibberian brain. What can I now ? my Fletcher cast aside,

This brazen brightness, to the 'squire so dear; Take up the Bible, once my better guide ? 200 This polish'd hardness, that reflects the peer: 220 Or tread the path by venturous heroes trod, This arch absurd, that wit and fool delights ; This box my thunder, this right hand my god ? This mess, loss'd up of Hockley-hole and White's; Or, chair'd at White's, amidst the doctors sit, Where dukes and butchers join to wreathe my crown, Teach oaths to gamesters, and to nobles wit? At once the bear and fiddle of the town. Or bidst thou rather party to embrace ?

O born in sin, and forth in folly brought! (A friend to party thou, and all her race;

Works damn'd, or to be damn'd (your father's 'Tis the same rope at different ends they twist;

fault,) 'To Dulness Ridpath is as dear as Mist.)

Go, purified by flames, ascend the sky, Shall I, like Curtius, desperate in my zeal, My better and more Christian progeny! O'er head and ears plunge for the common weal? 210 Cnstain'd, untouch'd, and yet in maiden sheets ; Or rob Rome's ancient geese of all their glories, While all your smutty sisters walk the streets. 230 And cackling save the monarchy of Tories ? Ye shall not beg, like gratis-given Bland,

Sent with a pass, and vagrant through the land:

Nor sail with Ward, to ape and monkey climes, REMARKS.

Where vile mundungus trucks for viler rhymes : Ver. 198. Gray.goose weapon.] Alloding to the old Not, sulphur tipt, emblaze an ale-house fire ; English weapon, the arrow of the long-bow, which was Nor wrap up oranges, to pelt your sire! flutched with the feathers of the gray-goose.

Ver. 199. My Fletcher A familiar manner of speaking, used by modern crítics, of a favourite author. Bayu might as justly speak this of Fletcher, is a French wit did of Tully, seeing his works in a library, Ah! mon cher Ciceron!

REMARKS. je le connois bien: c'est le meme que Marc Tulle. But he Not out of any preference or affection to the Tories. For had a better title to call Fletcher liis own, having made so what lobbes so ingeniously confesses of himsell, is frue of free with him.

all ministerial writers whatsoever: · That he defends the Ver. 200. Take up the Bible, once my better guido?) supreme powers, as the geene ly their cackling defended the When, according to his father's intention, he had been a Romans, who held the Capitol; for they tavoured them no clergynian, or (as he thinks himself,) a bishop of the church more than the Gauls, their enemies; but were as ready to of England. Hlear his own words: “At the time that the have defended the Guls if they had been possessed of the fate of King James, the prince of Orange, and myself, were Capitol.'

Epis. Dodic. tu tha Leviathan. on the anvil, Providence thonght fit to postpone mine, till Ver. 215. Gazetteers.) A band of ministerial writers, theirs were determined: but had my father carried me a hired at the prices mentioned in the note on book ii, ver, 316, month sooner to the university, who knows but that purer who, on the very day their patron qnitted his post, laid down fountain might have washed my imperfections into a capa- their paper, and declared they would never more weddle in city of writing, instead of plass and annual oden, sermons, politics. and pastoral letters ?'-- Apology for his Life, chap. iii. Ver. 213. At White's amidst the doctors) 'These doctors read; but I make no scruple to pronounce them all wrong,

Ver. 218. Cibberian forchead.) So indeed all the MSS. had a modest and upright appearance, no air of overhear the laureate being elsewhere celebrated by our poet for luis ing; but, like true masters of art, were only habited in bluck and white: they were justly styled subtiles and graves, but peril, Cerberian forehead. This is perfectly classicul, anci,

great modexty--modest Cibber-Read, iherefore, at ny not always irrefragabilem, being sometimes examined, and by what is more, Homerical; the dog was the ancient, as the a nire distinction, divided and laid open.

Scribl. This learned critic is to be understood allegorically. The 'xwv, says Achilles to Agamemnon:) which, when in a sa:

bitch is the modern symbol of impudence: (Kuros 6x:' doctors in this place mean no more than false dice, a cant perlative degree, may well be denominated from Cerberus, the phrase used among gamesters. So the meaning of these dng with three heads--But as to the latter part of this verse, four sonorous lines is only this,'Shall I play fair or foul ?'

Cibberian brain, that is certainly the genuine reading. Ver. 208. Ridpath--Mixl.) George Ridpath, author of a

Bent Whis paper, called the Flying-post; Nathaniel Mist of a famous Tory jumal.

Ver. 225. O born in sin, &c.] This is a tender and Ver. 21. Or tob Rome's ancient gense of all their passionate a postropho to his own works; which he is going

io sacrifice, agreeable to the nature of man in great citiegories,] Relates to the well-known story of the geese that tion: and reflecting, like a parent, on the many miserable saved the Capitol; of which Virgil, Æn. viii.

fates to which they would otherwise be subject. Atque hic auratis volitans argenteus anser

Ver. 228. My better and more christian progeny!) 'It Porticibus, Gallos in liminc adesse canebat.' may be observable, that my muse and my spouse vere

equally prolific! that the one was seldom the mosher of a A pasange I have alwars suspected. Who sees not the child, but in the same year the other made me the father of Anithesis of aurutis and aruenteus to be unworthy the a play. I think we had a dozen of each sont between us; Virgilian majesty? And what absurdity to say a goose of bo'h which kinds, como died in their insanes, &c.' Life fing? canebat. 'Virgil gives a contrary character of the of C. C. p. 217, 8vo. edit. voice of this silly bind, iu Ecl. ix.

Ver. 131. Gratis-given Bland, -Sent with a pass! It was -argulos inter strepere anser olores.'

a practice so to give the Daily Gazetteer and ministena!

pamphlets (in which this B. was a writer,) and to send them Rend it, therefore, adesse strepebat. And why auratis post-free to all the towns in the kingdom. purlicihus ? does not the very verse preceiling this inform us, Ver. 233. With Ward, to ape and monkey climes! "Romulcoque recens horrebat regia culmo.'

Edward Ward, a very voluminous poet in ludibrastic

verse, but best known by the London Spy, in prose. Be 14 thix thaich in one line, and gold in another, consistent? I has of late years kept a public house in the city (but in a kcruple not repugnantibus omnibus manuscriptis) to correct genteel way,) and with his wil, humour, and good liquor it auritis. Horace usis the same epithet in the same sense, (ale,) afforded his guests a pleasurable entertainment, Auritas fidibus canoris

especially those of the high church-party.' Jacob, Lives of Ducere quercus.

Poets, vol. ii. p. 245. Great numbers of his works were

yearly sold into the Plantations.---Ward, in a book, cailed And to say that walls have cars is common even to a Apobu's Maggot, declared this gicuunt to be a grenitalsity, proverb.


protesting that bis public-house was not in the city, but is Ver. 212. And cachling save the monarchy of Tories ?) Moottieks.

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