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Arthur,? whose giddy son neglects the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope,
And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.

Friend to my Life! (which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song?)
What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Or which must end me, a Fool's wrath or love?
A dir dilemma! either way I'm sped,
If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead.
Seiz'd and tied down to judges, how wretched I!
Who can't be silent, and who will not lie.
To laugh, were want of goodness and of grace,
And to be grave, exceeds all Pow'r of face.
I sit with sad civility, I read
With honest anguish, and an aching head;
And drop at last, but in unwilling ears,
This saving counsel, “Keep your piece nine yearst."

“Nine years!” cries he, who high ir Drury-lane,
Lulld by soft Zephyrs thro' the broken pane,
Rhymes ere he wakess, and prints before Term ends,
Oblig'd by hunger, and request of friends :
“The piece, you think, is incorrect? why, take it,
"I'm all submission, what you'd have it, make it.”

Three things another's modest wishes bound,
My Friendship, and a Prologue®, and ten pound.

Pitholeon sends to me: “You know his Grace,
“I want a Patron; ask him for a Place.”
‘Pitholeon? libell’d me,'—"but here's a letter
“Informs you, Sir, 'twas when he knew no better.
Dare you refuse him? Curll8 invites to dine,
“He'll write a Journal, or he'll turn Divine.”

Bless me! a packet.—"'Tis a stranger sues,
"A Virgin Tragedy, an Orphan Muse 10."

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1 Arthur,] Arthur Moore, a leading politician Easy my unpremeditated Verse. of Queen Anne's time, who had raised himself by

Warburton. ability and unscrupulousness to place and power. (A service commonly rendered by popular His son James Moore (afterwards James Moore- authors of that age to their less successful brethren. Smythe), a small placeman and poetaster, and an Pope wrote a Prologue to a play acted for the acquaintance of the Blount family, became a benefit of his ancient enemy Dennis in 1733 noted object of Pope's scorn. See above all the See Miscellaneous Poems. ] famous description of the Phantom' in the Dun- 7 Pitholeon] The name taken from a foolish ciad, bk. II. vv. 35-50, and cf. Lines to Martha Poet of Rhodes, who pretended much to Greek Blount, in Miscellaneous Poems. ]

Schol. in Horat. 1. i. Dr Bentley pretends, that 2 (Compare the charming dedication of Thack- this Pitholeon libelled Cæsar also. See notes on eray's Pendennis.]

Hor. Sat. 1o. lib. i. P. 3 Seiz'd and tied down to judge,] Alluding [Edmund Curll the bookseller.-See Introto the scene in [Wycherley's] Plain-Dealer, ductory Memoir, p. xxxii.] where Oldfox gags, and ties down the Widow to 9 Meaning the London Journal; a paper is hear his well-penn'd stanzas. Warburton. Rather favour of Sir R. Walpole's ministry. Warton. from Horace; vide his Druso. Warton. [Hor. 10 Alludesto a tragedy called the VirginQuem Sat. Bk. I. S. III. v. 86.]

by Mr R. Barford, published 1729, who displeased 4 [Hor. de Arte Poet. v. 388.)

Pope by daring to adopt the fine machinery of 5 Rhymes ere he wakes,] A pleasant allusion his Sylphs in an heroi-comical poem called the to those words of Milton,

Assembly. (1725.) Warton. Dictates to me slumøring, or inspires

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If I dislike it, “Furies, death and rage!”.
If I approve, “Commend it to the Stage."
There (thank my stars) my whole Commission ends,
The Play'rs and I are, luckily, no friends",

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Fir'd that the house reject him, “'Sdeath I'll print it,
“And shame the fools- Your Intrest, Sir, with Lintot?!”
Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much :'
Not, Sir, if you revise it, and retouch."
All my demurs but double his Attacks;

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At last he whispers, “Do; and we go snacks 3.”
Glad of a quarrel, straight I clap the door,
Sir, let me see your works and you no more.

'Tis sung 4, when Midas' Ears began to spring,
(Midas, a sacred person and a king)

70 His very Minister who spy'd them first, (Some say his Queen5) was forc'd to speak, or burst. and is not mine, my friend, a sorer case, When ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face? A. Good friend, forbear! you deal in dangʻrous things. 75 I'd never name Queens, Ministers, or Kings; Keep close to Ears, and those let asses prick ; 'Tis nothing — P. Nothing ? if they bite and kick? Out with it, DUNCIAD! let the secret pass, That secret to each fool, that he's an Ass 6 :

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The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?)
The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I.

You think this cruel ? take it for a rule,
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
Let peals of laughter, Codrus ! round thee break,
Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack:
Pit, Box, and gall’ry in convulsions hurl'd,
Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world?.
Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro',
He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew :

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Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain,
The creature's at his dirty work again,
Thron'd in the centre of his thin designs,
Proud of a vast extent of_flimsy lines !
Whom have I hurt? has Poet yet, or Peer,

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Lost the arch'd eye-brow, or Parnassian sneer?
And has not Colley still his Lord, and whore?

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1 Ver. 60 in the former Ed.

Barber, but by Chaucer of his Queen. See Wife 'Cibber and I are luckily no friends.' of Bath's Tale in Dryden's Fables. P.

Warburton. • [Some 'false' editions of the Dunciad having (Pope's own dramatic effort Three Hours after an owl in their frontispiece, like the original ediMarriage had been deservedly damned in 1917; tion, the next true edition, to distinguish it, fixed whence the origin of his quarrel with Colley in its stead an ass laden with authors.] Cibber.)

7 Alluding to Horace. [Od. III. 3.) * [Bernard Lintot, who began to publish for Si fractus illabatur orbis, Pope in 1712.]

Impavidum ferient ruinæ. P. 3 [i.e. go shares. Snag or snack is properly a ('The mighty crack,' as Warton points out, is hastily snatched bit of food.]

Addison's

phrase in his version of the ode, ridi. (Pers. Sat. 1. 120.]

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His Butchers? Henley, his free-masons Moore ??
Does not one table Bavius still admit?
Still to one Bishop Philips seem a wit 3?
Still Sappho— A. Hold! for God's sake-you'll offend,
No Names !—be calm!-learn prudence of a friend !
I too could write, and I am twice 'as tall;
But foes like these— P. One Flatt'rer's worse than all.
Of all mad creatures, if the learn'd are right,
It is the slaver kills, and not the bite,
A fool quite angry is quite innocent:
Alas ! 'tis ten times worse when they repent.

One dedicates in high heroic prose,
And ridicules beyond a hundred foes :
One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend,
And more abusive, calls himself my friend.
This prints my Letters“, that expects a bribe,
And others roar aloud, Subscribe, subscribe.”

There are, who to my person pay their court :
I cough like Horace, and, tho' lean, am short,
Ammon's great son one shoulder had too high,
Such Oviď's nose, and “Sir! you have an Eye 5”-
Go on, obliging creatures, make me see
All that disgrac'd my Betters, met in me.
Say for my comfort, languishing in bed,
“ Just so immortal Maro held his head :"
And when I die, be sure you let me know
Great Homer died three thousand years ago.

Why did I write? what sin to me unknown
Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame?,
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers cames.
I left no calling for this idle trade,
No duty broke, no father disobey'd %.
The Muse but sery'd to ease some friend, not Wife,
To, help me thro' this long disease, my Life,

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1 [Henley, see Dunciad, 111. 199 and foll.] His ‘But, Friend, this shape, which You and Curl* oratory was among the butchers in Newport admire, Market and Butcher Row. Bowles.]

Came not from Ammon's son, but from my Siret: 2 free-masons Moore?] He was of this so- And for my head if you'll the truth excuse, ciety, and frequently headed their processions. I had it from my Motherll, not the Muse.

Warburton. Happy, if he, in whom these frailties join'd, 3 Boulter, afterwards Primate of all Ireland, Had heir'd as well the virtues of the mind." was Ambrose Philips' great friend and patron. •Curl set up his head for a sign. His Father was Bowles. [Ambrose, or namby-pamby, Philips, crooked. "His Mother was much afflicted with headwhose Pastorals were published in the same

achs. Warburton. Miscellany as those of Pope, and with whom the ? (See Introductory Memoir, p. xlvi.] latter quarrelled. He became M. P. for Armagh 8 From Ovid [Trist. bk. iv. El X. VV. 25–6.] through the influence of his patron.]

Warton. * (Some of Pope's letters to Cromwell had been 9 No father disobey'd.) When Mr Pope was surreptitiously printed by Curll in 1726.]

yet a Child, his Father, though no Poet, would 5 Sir! you have an Eye] It is remarkable that set him to make English verses. He was pretty amongst these compliments on his infirmities and difficult to please, and would often send the boy deformities, he mentions his eye, which was fine, back to new turn them. When they were to his sharp, and piercing. Warburton.

mind, he took great pleasure in them, and would 6* After v. 124 in the MS.

say, These are good rhymes. Warburton.

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To second, ARBUTHNOT! thy Art and Care,
And teach the Being you preserv'd, to bear.

But why then publish? Granville' the polite,
And knowing Walsh?, would tell me I could write ;
Well-natur'd Garth3 inflam'd with early praise;
And Congreve 4 lov'd, and Swift endur'd my lays ;
The courtly Talbot", Somers, Sheffield? read;
Ev'n mitred Rochester 8 would nod the head,
And St. John's a self (great Dryden's friends before)
With open arms receiv'd one Poet more.
Happy my studies, when by these approv'd !
Happier their author, when by these belov'd !
From these the world will judge of men and books,
Not from the Burnets, Oldmixons, and Cookes 10.

Soft were my numbers; who could take offence,
While pure Description held the place of Sense ?
Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme,
A painted mistress, or a purling stream 11.
Yet then did Gildon13 draw his venal quill ;-
I wish'd the man a dinner, and sat still.
Yet then did Dennis 13 rave in furious fret ;
I never answer'd, -I was not in debt.
If want provok'd, or madness made them print,
I wag'd 'no war with Bedlam or the Mint 14.

Did some more sober Critic come abroad;
If wrong, I smil?d; if right, I kiss'd the rod.
Pains, reading, study, are their just pretence,
And all they want is spirit, taste, and sense.

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9 [See note to p. 191.) ? |See note to p. 13.]

10 Burnets, &c.] Authors of secret and scan3 See note to p. 17.)

dalous History. P. 4 (William Congreve (born 1669, died 1728,) Burnets, Oldmixons, and Cookes.] By no the author of the Mourning Bride and many fa- means Authors of the same class, though the mous, comedies, was one of those who encouraged violence of party might hurry them into the same Pope's earliest efforts.]

mistakes. But if the first offended this way, it 5 Talbot, &c.] All these were Patrons or Ad- was only through an honest warmth of temper, mirers of Mr Dryden; tho' a scandalous libel that allowed too little to an excellent understandagainst him entitled, Dryden's Satyr to his Muse, ing. The other two, with very bad heads, had has been printed in the name of the Lord Somers, hearts still worse. P. of which he has wholly ignorant.

[Gilbert Burnet bishop of Salisbury, the author These are the persons to whose account the of the History of My own Times from the Reauthor charges the publication of his first pieces: storation to the Peace of Utrecht (which Swift persons with whom he was conversant (and he annotated in the spirit of Pope's reference), died adds beloved) at 16 or 17 years of age ; an early in 1715; Oldmixon, see Dunciad, 11. v. 282, period for such acquaintance. The catalogue foll.; and Cooke, see ib. 11. 138 and notes.] might be made yet more illustrious, had he not 11 Meaning the Rape of the Lock, and Windsor confined it to that time when he writ the Pastorals Forest. Warburton. A painted meadow &c. and Windsor Forest, on which he passes a sort is a verse of Mr Addison. P. of censure in the lines following,

12 [Charles Gildon, a converted Roman CathoWhile pure description held the place of lic, of whom Warburton says in a note to DunSense, &c. P.

ciad, 1. 296, that ‘he signalised himself as a critic, [Talbot.' See Pope's note to Epilogue to Sa- having written some very bad plays; abused Pope tires, Dial. 11. v. 79.)

very scandalously in an anonymous pamphlet of 6 [Somers. See Pope's note ib. v. 77.] the Life of Mr Wycherly, and in other pamphlets.'

? 1 Sheffield. See note to Essay on Criticism, See also Dunciad, 111. 173.) v. 724.]

13 (See Essay on Criticism, vv. 270, 586; and (Atterbury bishop of Rochester. See note Dunciad, passim.] to Epitaph xı11.)

14 (Cf. ante, v. 13.]

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Commas and points they set exactly right,
And 'twere a sin to rob them of their mite.
Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel grac'd these ribalds,
From slashing Bentleydown to pidling Tibalds 2 :
Each wight, who reads not, and but scans and spells,
Each Word-catcher, that lives on syllables,
Ev'n such small Critics some regard may claim,
Preserv'd in Milton's or in Shakespeare's names.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms 4 !
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.

Were others angry: I excus'd them too;
Well might they rage, I gave them but their due.
A man's true merit 'tis not hard to find;
But each man's secret standard in his mind,
That Casting-weight pride adds to emptiness,
This, who can gratify? for who can guess?
The Bard whom pilfer'd Pastorals renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a Crown",
Just writes to make his barrenness appear,
And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year;
He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft,
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left 6:
And He, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning,
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning?:
And He, whose fustian's so sublimely bad,
It is not Poetry, but prose run mad8:
All these, my modest Satire bade translate,
And own'd that nine such Poets made a Tatelo.
How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe!
And swear, not ADDISON himself was safe.

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? [Dr Richard Bentley. See Dunciad, iv. 201.] 6 Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing

? (As to Theobald, see Introduction to Dun- left:) A fine improvement of this line of Boileau, ciad.]

Oui toujours emprunt, et jamais ne gagne rien. 3 (Bentley's edition of Paradise Lost, which

Warburtor. appeared in 1732, was at once the last and the least 7 Means not, but blunders round about a worthy effort of his critical prowess; as to Theo- meaning: A case common both to Poets and bald's Shak spere, it was an honest and not wholly Criiics of a certain order; only with this differ unsuccessful piece of

work, and a better edition ence, that the Poet writes himself out of his own than Pope's own. Bentley's Milton is better meaning; and the Critic never gets into another characterised in Imitations of Horace, i. Ep. of man's. Yet both keep going on, and blundering II. Bk v. Io3-4.1

round about their subject, as benighted people * [Warburton has a characteristic note on this are wont to do, who seek for an entrance which passage, referring, with unconscious irony to his they cannot

find. own edition of Shakspere—the edition which 8 A verse of Dr Evans. Wilkes. pointed the best of Foote's jests, when he compar- 9 All these my modest Satire bade translate,) ed a chimney-sweep on a noble steed to 'Warbur- See their works, in the Translations of classical ton on Shakspere.')

books by several hands. 5 [Ambrose Philips, v, ante v. 100. Philips 19 [Nahum Tate, compendiously described by translated the Persian Tales, as well as two the late Prof. Craik as 'the author of the worst ‘Olympioniques' of Pindar, and other Greek alterations of Shakspere, the worst version of poems. His Pastorals brought him 'renown' at the psalms of David, and the worst continuation the hands of Gildon, who in his Art of Poetry of a great poem (Absalom and Achitophel) exranked him with Theocritus and Vergil.] tant.']

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