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Me Emptiness, and Dulness could inspire,
And were my Elasticity and Fire.
Some Dæmon stole my pen (forgive th' offence)
And once betray'd me into common sense :
Else all my Prose and Verse were much the same;
This prose on stilts, that poetry fall’n lame.
Did on the stage my Fops appear confin'd?
My life gave ampler lessons to mankind.
Did the dead letter unsuccessful prove?
The brisk Example never fail'd to move.
Yet sure had Heav'n decreed to save the State,
Heav'n had decreed these works a longer date.
Could Troy be sav'd by any single hand,
This grey-goose weapon must have made her stand.
What can I now? my Fletcher ? cast aside,
Take up the Bible, once my better guide ? ?
Or tread the path by vent'rous Heroes trod,
This Box my Thunder, this right hand my God?
Or chair'd at White's amidst the Doctors sit,
Teach Oaths to Gamesters, and to Nobles Wit?
Or bidst thou_rather Party to embrace ?
(A friend to Party thou, and all her race ;
'Tis the same rope at diff'rent ends they twist;
To Dulness Ridpath is as dear as Mist 3.)
Shall I, like Curtius, desp’rate in my zeal,
O'er head and ears plunge for the Commonweal ?
Or rob Rome's ancient geese of all their glories,
And cackling save the Monarchy of Tories?
Hold-to the Minister I more incline;
To serve his cause, O Queen! is serving thine.
And see! thy very Gazetteers 4 give o'er,
Ev'n Ralphs repents, and Henley writes no
What then remains ? Ourself. Still, still remain
Cibberian forehead, Cibberian brain.
This brazen Brightness, to the 'Squire so dear ;
This polish'd Hardness, that reflects the Peer :
This arch Absurd, that wit and fool delights ;
This Mess, toss'd up of Hockley-hole 6 and White's;






1 My Fletcher] A familiar manner of speak- rically: The Doctors in this place mean no more ing, used by modern Critics, of a favourite author. than false Dice, a Cant phrase used amongs! Bays might as justly speak thus of Fletcher, as a Gamesters. So the meaning of these four sonor. French Wit did of Tully, seeing his works in his ous lines is only this, "Shall I play fair or foul!" library, “Ah! mon cher Ciceron; je le connois

P. bien; c'est le même que Marc Tulle.” But he 3. Ridpath-Mist.) George Ridpath author of had a better title to call Fletcher his own, having a Whig paper, called the Flying-post ; Nathaniel made so free with him. P. [In our day, Pope's Mist, of a famous Tory Journal. P. spleen would have inevitably been aroused by + Gazetteers) A band of ministerial writers the corresponding practice on the part of critics' hired at the price mentioned in the note on Book who make free with the Christian names of 'Sam 11. ver. 316, who, on the very day their patron Johnson' and his equals.]

quitted his post, laid down their paper, and de 2 Take up the Bible, once my better guide?! clared they would never more meddle in Politics. When, according to his Father's intention, he had

P. been a Clergyman, or (as he thinks himself) a 5 [Ralph; cf. Pope's note to Bk. II. v. 165.] Bishop of the Church of England. P. [Part om.) 6 [Hockley-hole. Cf. Imit. of Hor. Bk, 11.

This learned Critic is to be understood allego- Sat. 1. v. 49. )


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Where Dukes and Butchers join to wreathe my crown,
At once the Bear and Fiddle of the town.

“O born in sin, and forth in folly brought ?!
Works damn'd, or to be damn'd! (your father's fault)
Go, purify'd by flames ascend the sky,
My better and more christian progeny?!
Unstain'd, untouch'd, and yet in maiden sheets;
While all your smutty sisters walk the streets.
Ye shall not beg, like gratis given Bland,
Sent with a Pass 3, and vagrant thro' the land ;
Not sail with Ward, to Ape-and-monkey climes“,
Where vile Mundungus trucks for viler rhymes :
Not sulphur-tipt, emblaze an Ale-house fire ;
Not wrap up Oranges, to pelt your sire !
0! pass more innocent, in infant state,
To the mild Limbo of our Father Tates :
Or peaceably forgot, at once be blest
In Shadwell's 6 bosom with eternal Rest!
Soon to that mass of Nonsense to return,
Where things destroy'd are swept to things unborn.”

With that, a Tear (portentous sign of Grace !)
Stole from the Master of the sev'nfold Face;
And thrice he lifted high the Birth-day brand,
And thrice he dropt it from his quiv’ring hand;
Then lights the structure, with averted eyes :
The rolling smoke involves the sacrifice.
The op'ning clouds disclose each work by turns :
Now flames the Cid, and now Perolla 1 burns 8;
Great Cæsar roars, and hisses in the fires ;
King John in silence modestly expires o ;




10 born in sin, &c.] This is a tender and ed his guests a pleasurable entertainment, especipassionate Apostrophe to his own works, which ally those of the high-church party.” JACOB, he is going to sacrifice agreeable to the nature of Lives of Poets, vol. 11. p. 225: Great nuniber of man in great affliction; and reflecting like a his works were yearly sold into the Plantations. parent on the many miserable fates to which they-Ward, in a book called Apollo's. Maggot, dewould otherwise be subject. P.

clared this account to be a great falsity, protesting My better and more christian progeny !] that his public house was not in the City, but in It may be observable, that my muse and my Moorfields. P. (According to Bowles, this Ward spouse were equally prolific; that the one was had given no special cause of offence to Pope.) seldom the mother of a Child, but in the same 5 Tate-Shadwell] Two of his predecessors in year the other made me father of a Play. I think the Laurel. P. we had a dozen of each sort between us; of both 6 [Ximenes,' founded on Corneille's Cid.) which kinds some died in their Infancy,” &c. 7 ['Perolla and I zadora.') Life of C. C. P.

8 Now flames the Cid, &c.) In the first notes 3 Gratis-given Bland, Sent with a Pass,) It on the Dunciad it was said, that this Author was was a practice so to give the Daily Gazetteer and particularly excellent at Tragedy. “This (says ininisterial pamphlets (in which this B. was a he) is as unjust as to say I could not dance on a writer), and to send them Post-free to all the Rope." But certain it is that he had attempted to Towns in the kingdom. P. Bland was the dance on this Rope, and fell most shamefully, Provost of Eton. Warton.

having produced no less than four Tragedies (the 4-With Ward, to Ape-and-monkey climes,) names of which the Poet preserves in these few “Edward Ward, a very voluminous Poet in Hudi- lines), the three first of them were fairly printed, brastic verse, but best known by the London Spy, acted, and damned; the fourth suppressed, in in prose. He has of late years kept a public fear of the like treatment. P. house in the City (but in a genteel way), and

('such was the Hiss with his wit, humour, and good liquor (ale) afford- Welcom'd his Cæsar to th' Ægyptian shore,

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No merit now the dear Nonjuror claims,
Moliere's old stubble 1 in a moment flames.
Tears gush'd again, as from pale Priam's eyes
When the last blaze sent Ilion to the skies ?.

Rous'd by the light, old Dulness heav'd the head,
Then snatch'd a sheet of Thule 3 from her bed;
Sudden she flies, and whelms it o'er the pyre;
Down sink the flames, and with a hiss expire.

Her ample presence fills up all the place ;
A veil of fogs dilates her awful face * :
Great in her charms! as when on Shrieves and May'rs
She looks, and breathes herself into their airs.
She bids him wait her to her sacred Dome 5 :
Well pleas'd he enter'd, and confess'd his home.
So Spirits ending their terrestrial race
Ascend, and recognize their Native Place.
This the Great Mother 6 dearer held than all
The clubs of Quidnuncs, or her own Guildhall :
Here stood her Opium, here she nurs'd her Owls,
And here she plann'd th’ Imperial seat of Fools.

Here to her Chosen all her works she shews;
Prose swell’d to verse, verse loit'ring into prose:
How random thoughts now meaning chance to find,
Now leave all memory of sense behind ;
How Prologues into Prefaces decay,
And these to Notes are fritter'd quite away:
How Index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tail :
How, with less reading than makes felons scape,
Less human genius than God gives an ape,
Small thanks to France, and none to Rome or Greece,
A vast, vamp’d, future, old, reviv'd, new piece,
'Twixt Plautus, Fletcher, Shakespear, and Corneille,




Such was the Hiss, in which great Fohn should of which one sheet was printed many years ago, have expired:

by Amb. Philips, a northern author. It is an But wherefore do I strive in vain to number usual method of putting out a fire, to cast wet Those glorious Hisses, which from age to age sheets upon it. Some critics have been of opinion Our family has borne triumphant from the that this sheet was of the nature of the Asbestos, stage?'

which cannot be consumed by fire: but I rather Pistol (Theophilus Cibber) in Fielding's think it an allegorical allusion to the coldness

Historical Register for 1736.] and heaviness of the writing. P. 1 The dear Nonjuror-Moliere's old stubble] 4 [Wakefield traces the origin of this line to A Comedy threshed out of Moliere's Tartuffe, Dryden's MacFlecknoe : and so much the Translator's favourite, that he 'His brows thick fogs, instead of glories, grace, assures us all our author's dislike to it could only And lambent dulness play'd around his face.') arise from disaffection to the Government. P. 5 Sacred Dome:) Where he no sooner enters, (Part om. play, however, is still occasion. but he reconnoitres the place of his original: as ally performed.)

Plato says the spirits shall, at their entrance into 2. When the last blaze sent Ilion to the the celestial regions. P. skies.] See Virgil, Æn. 11. where I would ad- 6 Great Mother] Magna mater, here applied vise the reader to peruse the story of Troy's to Dulness. The Quidnuncs, a name given to destruction, rather than in Wynkyn. SCRIBL. the ancient members of certain political clubs, [Part om.]

who were constantly enquiring quid nunc? what 3 Thule] An unfinished poem of that name, news? P.


Can make a Cibber, Tibbald", or Ozell?.

The Goddess then, o'er his anointed head,
With mystic words, the sacred Opium shed.
And lo! her bird (a monster of a fowl,
Something betwixt a Heideggre3 and Owl)
Perch'd on his crown. “All hail! and hail again,
My son: the promis'd land expects thy reign.
Know, Eusden thirsts no more for sack or praise*;
He sleeps among the dull of ancient days ;
Safe, where no Critics damn, no duns molest,
Where wretched Withers 5, Ward, and Gildon 6 rest,
And high-born Howard?, more majestic sire,
With Fool of Quality completes the quire.
Thou, Cibber! thou, his Laurel shalt support,
Folly, my son, has still a Friend at Court.
Lift up your Gates, ye Princes, see him come!
Sound, sound, ye Viols; be the Cat-call dumb !
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken Vine ;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.


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1 Tibbald,) Lewis Tibbald (as pronounced) Is gather'd to the dull of ancient days, or Theobald (as written) was bred an Attorney, Safe where no critics damn, no duns molest, and son to an Attorney says Mr Jacob) of Sitten- Where Gildon, Banks, and high-born Howard burn in Kent. He was author of some forgotten rest. Plays, Translations, and other pieces. He was I see a King! who leads my chosen sons concerned in a paper called the Censor, and a To lands that flow with clenches and with Translation of Ovid. P. (Part om.]

puns: ? Ozell.] “Mr John Ozell (if we credit Mr Till each fam'd theatre my empire own; Jacob) did go to school in Leicestershire, where Till Albion, as Hibernia, bless my throne ! somebody left him something to live on, when I see! I see !-then rapt she spoke no more, he shall retire from business. He was de- God save King Tibbald! Grubstreet alleys signed to be sent to Cambridge, in order for priesthood; but he chose rather to be placed in So when Jove's block &c.'. Warburton. an office of accounts, in the City, being qualified 5 Withers,] ‘George Withers was a great prefor the same by his skill in arithmetic, and tender to poetical zeal against the vices of the writing the necessary hands. He has obliged times, and abused the greatest personages in the world with many translations of French power, which brought upon him frequent corPlays.” JACOB, Lives of Dram. Foets, p. 198. rection. The Marshalsea and Newgate were no P. (Part om.)

strangers to him. Winstanley. P. (He went 3 A Heideggre] A strange bird from Switzer- over from the Royalist to the Parliamentary side; land, and not (as some have supposed) the name yet his honesty is undoubted and his power as of an eminent person who was a man of parts, a satirist now generally acknowledged.] and, as was said of Petronius, Arbiter Eleganti- 6 Gildon) Charles Gildon, a writer of critiarum, P. [The German Heydegger, who held cisms and libels of the last age, bred at St Omer's the Opera-house with Handel, and managed it, with the Jesuists; but renouncing popery, he according to Dibdin, 'like another Cibber,' in- published Blount's books against the divinity of troduced masquerades into England. He brought Christ, the Oracles of Reason, &c. He signalthem into such vogue, that in 1729 he was pre- ized himself as a critic, having written some very sented as a nuisance by the Grand Jury. He said bad Plays; abused Mr P. very scandalously in of himself that he ‘he had come to England out an anonymous pamphlet of the Life of Mr Wycherof Switzerland without a farthing, and had then ley, printed by Curl; in another called the New found means to get £5000 a year, and spend it.' Rehearsal, printed in 1714; in a third, entitled, In a facetious fragment by Pope, published in the Complete Art of English Poetry, in two Roscoe's Supplement (1825), he is apostrophised volumes ; and others. P. (See note to E pistle as “false Heidegger, who wert so wicked To let to Arbuthnot, v. 151.] ia the Devil.”]

7 Howard,] Hon. Edward Howard, author 4 Ver 293. Know, Eusden &c.] In the former of the British Princes, and a great number of Editions.

wonderful pieces, celebrated by the late Earls of Know, Settle, cloy'd with custard and with Dorset and Rochester, Duke of Buckingham, praise,

Mr Waller, &c. P.



And thou ! his Aid-de-camp, lead on my sons,
Light-arm'd with Points, Antitheses, and Puns.
Let Bawdry, Billingsgate, my daughters dear,
Support his front, and Oaths bring up the rear :
And under his, and under Archer's wing,
Gaming and Grub-street skulk behind the King?.

“O! when shall rise a Monarch all our own,
And I, a Nursing-mother, rock the throne ;
'Twixt Prince and People close the Curtain draw,
Shade him from Light, and cover him from Law;
Fatten the Courtier, starve the learned band,
And suckle Armies, and dry-nurse the land :
Till Senates nod to Lullabies divine,
And all be sleep, as at an Ode of thine."

She ceas'd. Then swells the Chapel-royal” throat :
God save King Cibber!” mounts in ev'ry note.
Familiar White's, “God save King Colley!” cries ;
“God save King Colley !” Drury-lane replies :
To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode,
But pious Needham: dropt the name of God;
Back to the Devil" the last echoes roll,
And “ Coll !” each Butcher roars at Hockley-hole.

So when Jove's block descended from on high
(As sings thy great forefather Ogilby 5)
Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog,
And the hoarse nation croak’d, “God save King Log!”




Under Archer's wing,—Gaming, &c.] of the Revels. As to the practice referred to by When the Statute against Gaming was drawn Pope, see Evelyn's Diary, 8 Jan. 1667-8, et al.] up, it was represented, that the King, by ancient ? Chapel-royal] The voices and instruments custom, plays at Hazard one night in the year; used in the service of the Chapel-royal being also and therefore a clause was inserted, with an employed in the performance of the Birth-day exception as to that particular. Under this pre- and New-year Odes. P. tence, the Groom-porter had a room appropriated 3 But pious Needham) A Matron of great to Gaming all the summer the Court was at fame, and very religious in her way; whose conKensington, which his Majesty accidentally stant prayer it was, that she might "get enough being acquainted of with a just indignation pro- by her profession to leave it off in time, and hibited. It is reported the same practice is yet make her peace with God.” But her fate was continued wherever the Court resides, and the not so happy; for being convicted and set in the Hazard Table there open to all the professed pillory, she was (to the lasting shame of all her Gamesters in town.

great Friends and Votaries) so ill used by the po* Greatest and justest Sov'REIGN! know you pulace, that it put an end to her days. _P. this?

* Back to the Devil] The Devil Tavern in Alas! no more than Thames' calm head can Fleet-street, where these Odes are usually reknow

hearsed before they are performed at Court. P. Whose meads his arms drown or whose corn [Cf. Imit. of Hor. Bk. 11. Ep. 1. v. 91.)

o'erflow.' Donne to Queen Eliz. P. 5 Ogilby) —God save King Log ] Sec Ogil[Cf. The Basset-Table, v. 99.

, The Groom-porter by's Æsop's Fables, where, in the story of the was an officer in the royal household who had Frogs and their King, this excellent hemistic succeeded to most of the functions of the Master is to be found. P. [Part om.)

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