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Each maid cry'd, Charming! and each youth, Divine !
Did Nature's pencil ever blend such rays,
Such vary'd light in one promiscuous blaze?
Now prostrate! dead! behold that Caroline :
No maid cries, Charming! and no youth, Divine !
And lo the wretch! whose vile, whose insect lust

Laid this gay daughter of the Spring in dust.
Oh punish him, or to the Elysian shades
Dismiss my soul, where no Carnation fades !”
He ceas'd, and wept. With innocence of mien,
Th' Accus'd stood forth, and thus address'd the Queen.

Of all th' enameli'd race, whose silv'ry wing
Waves to the tepid Zephyrs of the spring,
Or swims along the fluid atmosphere,
Once brightest shin'd this child of Heat and Air.
and started from its vernal bow'r,

The rising game, and chas'd from flow'r to flow'r.
It Aed, I follow'd; now in hope, now pain;
It stopt, I stopt; it mov'd, I mov'd again.
At last it fix’d, 'twas on what plant it pleas’d,
And where it fix'd, the beauteous bird I seiz'd:
Rose or Carnation was below my care;
I meddle, Goddess! only in my sphere.
I tell the naked fact without disguise,
And, to excuse it, need but shew the prize;
Whose spoils this paper offers to your eye,

435 Fair ev'n in death! this, peerless Butterfly.'

“My sons !” (she answer'd) “both have done your parts:
Live happy both, and long promote our arts !
But hear a Mother, when she recommends
To your fraternal care our sleeping friends?.
The common Soul, of Heav'n's more frugal make,
Serves but to keep fools pert, and knaves awake:
A drowsy Watchman, that just gives a knock,
And breaks our rest, to tell us what's a-clock.
Yet by some object ev'ry brain is stirr'd;

The dull may waken to a humming bird;
The most recluse, discreetly open'd, find
Congenial matter in the Cockle-kind;
The mind, in Metaphysics at a loss,
May wander in a wilderness of Moss”;

The head that turns at super-lunar things,
Pois'd with a tail, may steer on Wilkins' wings 3.




our sleeping friends.] Of whom see ver. [Dr John Wilkins was successively Warden 345 above. P.

of Wadham College, Oxford, and master of a wilderness of Moss;] Of which the Na- Trinity, Cambridge. He married a sister of turalists count I can't tell how many hundred Oliver Cromwell. His first publication (written species. P. and Warburton.

in 1638, many years before the foundation of the 3 Wilkins' wings) One of the first Projectors Royal Society) was the famous Discovery of a of the Royal Society, who, among many enlarged New World, or a Discourse to prove that it is and useful notions, entertained the extravagant probable there may be another habitable world hope of a possibility to fly to the Moon; which in the moon; with a Discourse concerning the has put some volatile Geniuses upon making possibility of a passage thither. The Royal wings for that purpose. P. and Warburton. Society, in those early transactions which Butler




“O! would the Sons of Men once think their Eyes
And Reason giv'n them but to study Flies!
See Nature in some partial narrow shape,
And let the Author of the Whole escape:
Learn but to trifle; or, who most observe,
To wonder at their Maker, not to serve!

Be that my task' (replies a gloomy Clerk,
Sworn foe to Myst'ry, yet divinely dark;
Whose pious hope aspires to see the day
When Moral Evidence shall quite decay,
And damns implicit faith, and holy lies,
Prompt to impose, and fond to dogmatize:)
“Let others creep by timid steps, and slow,
On plain Experience lay foundations low,
By common sense to common knowledge bred,
And last, to Nature's Cause thro' Nature led.
All-seeing in thy mists, we want no guide,
Mother of Arrogance, and Source of Pride!
We nobly take the high Priori Road,
And reason downward, till we doubt of God;
Make Nature still3 encroach upon his plan;
And shove him off as far as e'er we can:
Thrust some Mechanic Cause into his place";
Or bind in Matter, or diffuse in Space.
Or, at one bound o'er-leaping all his laws,
Make God Man's Image, Man the final Cause,
Find Virtue local, all Relation scorn,
See all in Self, and but for self be born:
Of naught so certain as our Reason still,
Of naught so doubtful as of Soul and Will,

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so copiously ridiculed, never seems to have taken Spinoza, Des Cartes, and some better Reasoners up this subject in its original fulness.)

for one that goes right, ten lose themselves in When Moral Evidence shall quite decay,] Mists, or ramble after Visions, which deprive Alluding to a ridiculous and absurd way of some them of all sight of their End, and mislead them Mathematicians, in calculating the gradual decay in the choice of wrong means. P. and Warburim. of Moral Evidence by mathematical proportions: An oblique censure of Dr S. Clarke's cele according to which calculation, in about fifty brated demonstration of the Being and Attributes years it will be no longer probable that Julius of God à priori. Wakefield. Cæsar was in Gaul, or died in the Senate-house. 3 Make Nature still] This relates to such as See Craig's Theologiæ Christiana Principia being ashamed to assert a mere Mechanic Cause Mathematica. But as it seems evident, that and yet unwilling to forsake it entirely, have tai facts of a thousand years old, for instance, are recourse to a certain Plastic Nature, Elastic now as probable as they were five hundred years Fluid, Subtile Matter, &c. P. and Warburtor. ago; it is plain that if in fifty more they quite 4 Thrust some Mechanic Cause into his place, disappear, it must be owing, not to their Argu- Or bind in Matter, or diffuse in Space.) ments, but to the extraordinary Power of our The first of these Follies is that of Des Cartes; Goddess; for whose help therefore they have the second of Hobbes; the third of some succeedreason to pray. P. and Warburton.

ing Philosophers. P. and Warburton. I am 2 the high Priori Road,] Those who, from afraid that Pope suffered himself so far to be the effects in this Visible world, deduce the misled by the malignity of Warburton, as to aim Eternal Power and Godhead of the First Cause, a secret stab at Newton and Clarke, by associar tho' they cannot attain to an adequate idea of thé ing their figurative, and not altogether unexcep Deity, yet discover so much of him, as enables tionable, language concerning space (which they them to see the End of their creation, and the called the sensorium of the Deity) with the Means of their Happiness: whereas they who opinion of Spinoza. Dugald Stewart, cited by take this high Priori Road (such as Hobbes, Roscoe.





Oh hide the God still more! and make us see
Such as Lucretius drew', a God like Thee:
Wrapt up in Self, a God without a Thought,
Regardless of our merit or default.
Or that bright Image’ to our fancy draw,
Which Theocles in raptur'd vision saw,
While thro' Poetic scenes the GENIUS roves,
Or wanders wild in Academic Groves;
That NATURE our Society adores,
Where Tindal dictates, and Silenus5 snores.'

Rous’d at his name, up rose the bousy Sire,
And shook from out his Pipe the seeds of fire ;
Then snapt his box, and strok'd his belly down:
Rosy and rev’rend, tho' without a Gown.
Bland and familiar to the throne he came,
Led up the Youth, and callid the Goddess Dame:
Then thus: From Priest-craft happily set free,
Lo! ev'ry finish'd Son returns to thee:
First slave to Words, then vassal to a Name,
Then dupe to Party; child and man the same;
Bounded by Nature, narrow'd still by Art,
A trifling head, and a contracted heart.
Thus bred, thus taught, how many have I seen,
Smiling on all, and smild on by a Queen??
Mark'd out for Honours, honour'd for their Birth,
To thee the most rebellious things on earth:
Now to thy gentle shadow all are shrunk,
All melted down, in Pension, or in Punk!
So K* so B** sneak'd into the grave',
A Monarch's half, and half a Harlot's slave.
Poor W**9 nipt in Folly's broadest bloom,
Who praises now? his Chaplain on his Tomb.
Then take them all, oh take them to thy breast!
Thy Magus, Goddess! shall perform the rest.'

With that, a WIZARD OLD his Cup extends;
Which whoso tastes, forgets his former friends,
Sire, Ancestors, Himself. One casts his eyes




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Such as Lucretius drew,] Lib. i. vv. 57—60. pher, as appears from Virgil, Eclog. vi. where he SCRIBL. P. and Warburton ( part om.]. sings the principles of that Philosophy in his

2 Or that bright Image] Bright Image was drink. P. and Warburton. By Silenus he the title given by the later Platonists to that means Thos. Gordon, the translator of Tacitus, Vision of Nature, which they had formed out of who published the Independent Whig, and obtheir own fancy, so bright, that they called it tained a place under government. Warton. AŬTOTITOV 'Ayahua, or the Self-seen Image, i. e. 6 seeds of fire;] The Epicurean language, seen by its own light. Scribl.

Semina rerum, or Atoms, Virg. Eclog. vi. 3 [Explained in P. and Warburton's note by 'Semina ignis-semina flamma- P. quotations from The Moralists, a dialogue in ? smild on by a Queen?) i. e. This Queen or Shaftesbury's Characteristics, in which Theocles Goddess of Dulness. P. [Of course with an is an interlocutor. Warton truly observes that allusion to Queen Caroline.] an injustice is done by the insinuation to Shaftes- 8 [Carrruthers conjectures that K* may be bury, who was a consistent Deist.)

the Duke of Kent, who died in 1740. B** it is * That Nature our Society adores,] See the impossible, from the abundant choice offering Pantheisticon, with its liturgy and rubrics, com- itself, even conjecturally to identify.) posed by Toland. Warburton.

9 Philip Duke of Wharton. Bowles. [v. 5 Silenus] Silenus was an Epicurean Philoso- Moral Essays, Ep. I, vv. 179 ff.]




Up to a Star, and like Endymion dies? :
A Feather, shooting from another's head,
Extracts his brain; and Principle is fled;
Lost is his God, his Country, ev'ry thing;
And nothing left but Homage to a King?!
The vulgar herd turn off to roll with Hogs,
To run with Horses, or to hunt with Dogs;
But, sad example! never to escape
Their Infamy, still keep the human shape.
But she, good Goddess, sent to ev'ry child
Firm Impudence, or Stupefaction mild;
And straight succeeded, leaving shame no room,
Cibberian forehead, or Cimmerian gloom.

Kind Self-conceit to some her glass applies,
Which no one looks in with another's eyes :
But as the Flatt'rer or Dependant paint,
Beholds himself a Patriot, Chief, or Saint.

On others’ Int’rest her gay liv'ry, flings,
Int'rest that waves on Party-colour'd wings:
Turn'd to the Sun, she casts a thousand dyes,
And, as she turns, the colours fall or rise.

Others the Syren Sisters warble round,
And empty heads console with empty sound.
No more, alas! the voice of Fame they hear,
The 'balm of Dulness trickling in their ear3.
Great C**, H**, P**, R**, K*,
Why all your Toils? your Sons have learn'd to sing.
How quick Ambition hastes to ridicule!
The Sire is made a Peer, the Son a Fool.

On some, a Priest succinct in amice white 4
Attends; all flesh is nothing in his sight!
Beeves, at his touch, at once to jelly turn,
And the huge Boar is shrunk into an Urn:
The board with specious miracles he loads,
Turns Hares to Larks, and Pigeons into Toads.
Another (for in all what one can shine?)
Explains the Sève and Verdeur 6 of the Vine.



1 [i.e. is immersed in perpetual slumber.) Daffy's Elixir. It is prepared by the Clerg,

Lost is his God, his CountryAnd nothing as appears from several places of this poem: And left but Homage to a King.) So strange as this by ver. 534, 535, it seems as if the Nobility bad must seem to a mere English reader, the famous it made up in their own houses. This, which Mons. de la Bruyère declares it to be the cha- Opera is here said to administer, is but a spuricos racter of every good Subject in a Monarchy: sort. See my Dissertation on the Silphium of “Where (says he) there is no such thing as

the Antients. BENTL.' Warburton. Love of our Country, the Interest, the Glory, 4 [amice (amictus), a coat, is a word used by and Service of the Prince supply its place.” De Spenser and Milton.] la République, chap. X. P.

s This good Scholiast (Scriblerus), not being 3. The balm of Dulness] The true Balm of acquainted with modern Luxury, was ignorant

that Dulness, called by the Greek Physicians Kora these were only the miracles of French Cookers, Keia, is a Sovereign remedy

against Inanity, and and that particularly Pigeons en crapeau were a has its poetic name from the Goddess herself. common dish. P. and Warburton. Its ancient Dispensators were her Poets; and 6 Sève and Verdeur] French Terms relating ior that reason" our Author, Book 11. ver. 207,

to Wines, which signify their flavour and por alls it, the Poet's healing 'balm: but now it is gnancy. P.

as many hands as Goddard's Drops or



What cannot copious Sacrifice atone?
Thy Truffles, Perigord! thy Hams, Bayonne !
With French Libation, and Italian Strain,
Wash Bladen white, and expiate Hays's stain 1.
KNIGHT lifts the head, for what are crowds undone,
To three essential Partridges in one?
Gone ev'ry blush, and silent all reproach,
Contending Princes mount them in their Coach.

Next, bidding all draw_near on bended knees,
The Queen confers her Titles and Degrees.
Her children first of more distinguish'd sort,
Who study Shakespeare at the Inns of Court?,
Impale a Glow-worm, or Vertú profess,
Shine in the dignity of F.R.S. 3
Some, deep Free-Masons, join the silent race
Worthy to fill Pythagoras's place :
Some Botanists, or Florists at the least,
Or issue Members of an Annual feast.
Nor past the meanest unregarded, one
Rose a Gregorian, one a Gormogono.
The last, not least in honour or applause,
Isis and Cam made DOCTORS of her Laws 5.
Then, blessing all

, “Go, Children of my care !
To Practice now from Theory repair.
All my commands are easy, short, and full :
My Sons ! be proud, be selfish, and be dull.
Guard my Prerogative, assert my Throne:
This Nod confirms each Privilege your own 6.




Bladen-Hays] Names of Gamesters. Bla- on Mr Edwards is not of weight sufficient to den is a black man. Robert KNIGHT, Cashier weaken the effects of his excellent Canons of of the South-sea Company, who fled from Eng- Criticism. Warton. land in 1720 (afterwards pardoned in 1742) — 3 A line taken from Bramston's Men of Taste. These lived with the_utmost magnificence at Warton. Paris, and kept open Tables frequented by per- 4 a Gregorian, one a Gormogon.) A sort of sons of the first Quality of England,

and even by Lay-brothers, Slips from the Root of the FreePrinces of the Blood of France. P. and War. Masons. P. and Warburton. ['Gregorians' are burton. Colonel Martin Bladen was a man of mentioned as 'a convivial sect,' and 'a kind of some literature and translated Cæsar's Comment- Masons, but without their sign,' in Crabbe's aries. I never could learn that he had offended Borough, Letter x.] Pope. He was uncle to Wn. Collins, the poet, 5 Pope refused this degree when offered to whom he left an estate. Warton,

him on a visit undertaken to Oxford with War3 Her Children first of more distinguish'd burton, because the University would not confer sort, Who study Shakespeare at the Inns of the degree of D.D. upon Warburton, to whom Court.) Mr Thomas EDWARDS, a Gentleman, some of its members had proposed it. Roscoe. as he is pleased to call himself, of Lincoln's Inn; 6 each Privilege your own, &c.] This speech but, in reality, a Gentleman only of the Dunciad; of Dulness to her sons at parting may possibly or, to speak him better, in the plain language of fall short of the Reader's expectation; who may our honest Ancestors to such Mushrooms, A imagine the Goddess might give them a charge Gentleman of the last Edition: who, nobly elud- of more consequence, and, from such a Theory as ing the solicitude of his caresul Father, yery is before delivered, incite them to the practice of early retained himself in the cause of Dulness something more extraordinary, than to personate against Shakespear, and with the wit and learn- Running-Footmen, Jockeys, StageCoachmen, &c. ing of his Ancestor Tom Thimble in the Re- But if it be well considered, that whatever hearsal, and with the air of good nature and inclination they might have to do mischief, her politeness of Caliban in the Tempest, hath now sons are generally rendered harmless by their happily finished the Dunce's progress in personal Inability; and that it is the common effect of abuse. SCRIBL. [Part om.] P. This attack Dulness (even in her greatest efforts) to defeat

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