But oh! with One, immortal One dispense; The source of Newton's Light, of Bacon's Sense. Content, each Emanation of his fires That beams on earth, each Virtue he inspires, Each Art he prompts, each Charm he can create, 221 Whate'er he gives, are given for you to hate. 225 Thus he, for then a ray of Reason stole Half through the solid darkness of his soul; But soon the cloud returned-and thus the Sire: "See now, what Dulness and her sons admire! See what the charms, that smite the simple heart Not touched by Nature, and not reached by Art." 230 His never-blushing head he turned aside, (Not half so pleased when Goodman prophe sied) 2 And looked, and saw a sable Sorcerer rise,3 1 “Discite justitiam moniti, et non temnere divos." Virg.-P. -d. 2 Mr. Cibber tells us, in his Life, p. 149, that Goodman being at the rehearsal of a play, in which he had a part, clapped him on the shoulder, and cried, "If he does not make a good actor, I'll be d And (says Mr. Cibber) I make it a question whether Alexander himself, or Charles XII. of Sweden, when at the head of their first victorious armies, could feel a greater transport in their bosoms than I did in mine."-P. W. 3 Dr. Faustus, the subject of a set of Farces, which lasted in vogue two or three seasons, in which both Playhouses strove to outdo each other for some years. All the extravagances in the sixteen lines following were introduced on the Stage, and frequented by Swift to whose hand a winged volume flies: 1 Gods, imps, and monsters, music, rage, and mirth, A fire, a jig, a battle, and a ball, Till one wide conflagration swallows all. 240 Thence a new world to Nature's laws un known, Breaks out refulgent with a heaven its own: The forests dance, the rivers upward rise, 245 skies; 3 And last, to give the whole creation grace, Joy fills his soul, joy innocent of thought; 'What power,' he cries, 'what power these wonders wrought?' 66 250 Son, what thou seek'st is in thee! Look, and find Each monster meets his likeness in thy mind. persons of the first quality in England, to the twentieth and thirtieth time.-P. 1 This monstrous absurdity was actually represented in Tibbald's Rape of Proserpine.-P. solemque suum, sua sidera norunt." Virg. Æn. vi.-P. 3 "Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum." Hor.-P. In another of these Farces Harlequin is hatched upon the stage out of a large Egg.-P. 5 "Quod petis in te est -Ne te quæsiveris extra."-Pers.-P. Wings the red lightning, and the thunder rolls.1 Angel of Dulness, sent to scatter round 2 Her magic charms o'er all unclassic ground: ' Yon stars, yon suns, he rears at pleasure higher, Illumes their light, and sets their flames on fire. 260 Immortal Rich! how calm he sits at ease 'Mid snows of and fierce hail of pease; paper, And proud his Mistress' orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm. "But lo! to dark encounter in mid air New wizards rise; I see my Cibber there! Booth in his cloudy tabernacle shrined.* 1 Like Salmoneus in Æn. vi. : 265 "Dum flammas Jovis, et sonitus imitatur Olympi. nimbos, et non imitabile fulmen, Ære et cornipedum cursu simularat equorum.”—P. 2 Alludes to Mr. Addison's verse, in the praises of Italy: "Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground." As ver. 264 is a parody on a noble one of the same author in The Campaign; and ver. 259, 260, on two sublime verses of Dr. Y.-P. See Young's Epistle to Lord Lansdowne, verses 474, 475. 3 Mr. John Rich, Master of the Theatre Royal in Covent-garden, was the first that excelled in this way.-P. Booth and Cibber were joint managers of the Theatre in Drury-lane. --P. On grinning dragons thou shalt mount the wind.1 Dire is the conflict, dismal is the din, Here shouts all Drury, there all Lincoln'sinn; 2 Contending Theatres our empire raise, Alike their labours, and alike their praise. 270 "And are these wonders, Son, to thee unknown? Unknown to thee? These wonders are thy own. 274 These Fate reserved to grace thy reign divine, 280 Far as loud Bow's stupendous bells resound; hopes, 4 3 me their 1 In his Letter to Mr. P., Mr. C. solemnly declares this not to be literally true. We hope, therefore, the reader will understand it allegorically only.-P. W. 2 The Duke's Theatre, in Portugal-street, Lincoln's Inn Fields. 3 Annual trophies, on the Lord Mayor's day; and monthly wars in the Artillery-ground.—P. 4 Settle, like most Party-writers, was very uncertain in his political principles. He was employed to hold the pen in the Character of a popish successor, but afterwards printed his Narrative on the other side. He had managed the ceremony of a famous Pope-burning on November 17, 1680, then became a trooper in King James's army, at Hounslow-heath. After the Revolution he kept a booth at Bartholomewfair, where, in the droll called St. George for England, he acted in his old age in a Dragon of green leather For writing Pamphlets, and for roasting Popes; Yet lo! in me what authors have to brag on! Reduced at last to hiss in my own dragon. 286 Avert it, Heaven! that thou, my Cibber, e'er Should'st wag a serpent-tail in Smithfield fair! Like the vile straw that's blown about the streets, 290 The needy Poet sticks to all he meets, fast, 295 And carried off in some Dog's tail at last. The sure fore-runner of her gentle sway: of his own invention; he was at last taken into the Charter-house, and there died, aged sixty years.-P. Carruthers points out that Settle was born in 1648, and died in the Charter-house in 1724. He was therefore seventy-six at the time of his death. 1 It stood in the first edition with blanks, ** and * *. Concanen was sure "they must needs mean nobody but King GEORGE and Queen CAROLINE; and said he would insist it was so, till the poet cleared himself by filling up the blanks otherwise, agreeably to the context, and consistent with his allegiance. Pref. to a Collection of Verses, Essays, Letters, &c., against Mr. P., printed for A. Moor, p. 6.---P. 2 He translated the Italian Opera of Polifemo; but unfortunately lost the whole jest of the story. The |