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“ Lo sneering Goode, half malice and half whim, “ A fiend in glee, ridiculously grim.

154 « Each cygnet sweet, of Bath and Tunbridge race, < Whose tuneful whistling makes the waters pass : “ Each songster, riddler, ev'ry nameless name, 6 All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame. 6 Some strain in rhyme; the muses, on their racks, “ Scream like the winding of ten thousand jacks: 160 “ Some free from rhyme or reason, rule or check, “ Break Priscian's head, and Pegasus's neck; “ Down, down the larum, with impetuous whirl, “ The Pindars, and the Miltons of a Curl. “ Silence, ye wolves ! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,

165 “ And makes night hideous—Answer him, ye

owls ! Sense,

VER. 153. Goode,] An ill-natured critic, who writ a satire on our author, called The mock Esop, and many anonymous libels in newspapers for hire.

WARBURTON. Ver. 157. Each sougster, riddler, &c.] In the former edit.

Lo Bond and Foxton, ev'ry nameless name. After ver. 158. in the first edit. followed,

How proud, how pale, how earnest all appear !

How rhymes eternal jingle in their ear! WARBURTON. Ver. 165. Ralph] James Ralph, a name inserted after the first editions, not known to our author till he writ a swearing-piece called Sawney, very abusive of Dr. Swift, Mr. Gay, and himself. These lines allude to a thing of his, intitled, Night, a poem. This low writer attended his own works with panegyrics in the journals, and once in particular praised himself highly above Mr. Addison, in wretched remarks upon that author's account of English poets, printed in a London journal, Sept. 1728. He was wholly illiterate, and knew no language, not even French. Being advised to read

the

“ Sense, speech, and measure, living tongues and

dead, “ Let all give way--and Morris may be read. “ Flow, Welsted, flow! like thine inspirer, Beer, «. Tho'stale, not ripe; tho' thin, yet never clear ; 170

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The rules of dramatic poetry before he began a play, he smiled and replied, “ Shakespear writ without rules.” He ended at last in the common sink of all such writers, a political newspaper, to which he was recommended by his friend Arnal, and received a small pittance for pay ;-—and being detected in writing on both sides on one and the same day, he publickly justified the morality of his conduct.

WARBURTON. VER. 168. Morris] Besaleel. See Book ii. WARBURTON.

In the first edit. it was, “ Durgen may be read," a poem, against Pope, by Ward

VER. 169. Flow, Welsted, &c.] Of this author see the remark ou Book ii

. ver. 209. But (to be impartial) add to it the following different character of him :

Mr. Welsted had, in his youth, raised so great expectations of his future genius, that there was a kind of struggle between the most eminent in the two universities, which should have the bonour of bis education. To compound this, he (civilly) became a member of both, and after having passed some time at the one, he removed to the other. From thence he returned to town, where he became the darling expectation of all the polite writers, whose encourage-ment he acknowledged in his occasional poems, in a manner that: will make no small part of the fame of his protectors. It also appears from his works, that he was happy in the patronage of the the most illustrious characters of the present age.--Encouraged by such a combination in his favour, he-published a hook of poems, some in the Ovidian, some in the Horatian manner, in both which the most exquisite judges pronounce he even rivaľd his masters His love-verses have rescued that way of writing from contempt.

-In his Translations, he has given us the very soul and spirit of his author. His Ode - his Epistle his Verses

his Love-tale- -all, are the most perfect things in all poetry. sted of Himself, Char. of the Times, 8vo, 1728, p. 23, 24.

It should not be forgot to his honour, that he received at one time the sum of 500 pounds for secret service, among the other excel

lent

W'EL

“ So sweetly mawkish, and so smoothly dull ;
“ Heady, not strong; o'erflowing, tho' not full.

« Ah Dennis! Gildon ah! what ill-starr'd rage “ Divides a friendship long confirm'd by age ? " Blockheads with reason wicked wits abhor, 175 " But fool with fool is barb'rous civil war. “ Embrace, embrace, my sons! be foes no more ! “ Nor glad vile poets with true critics gore.

“ Behold yon pair, in strict embraces join'd; “ How like in manners, and how like in mind ! 180 “ Equal in wit, and equally polite, “ Shall this a Pasquin, that a Grumbler write ; • Like are their merits, like rewards they share, “ That shines a consul, this commissioner.

66 But

lent authors hired to write anonymously for the ministry. See Report of the Secret Committee, &c. in 1742.

WARBURTON. VER. 172. It was stronger in the first edition,

"and foaming, though not full.” Ver. 173. Ab Dennis ! &c.] The reader who has seen, through the course of these notes, what a constant attendance Mr. Dennis paid our author and all his works, may perhaps wonder he should he mentioned but twice, and so slightly touched, in this poem. Bur in truth he looked upon him with some esteem, for having (more generously than all the rest) set his name to such writings. He was also a very old man at this time. By his own account of himself in Mr. Jacob's Lives, he must have been above threescore, and happily lived many years after. So that he was senior to Mr. Durfey, who hitherto of all our poets enjoyed the longest bodily life.

WARBURTON. VER. 179. Bebold yon pair, &c.] One of these was author of a weekly paper called The Grumbler, as the other was concerned in another called Pasquin, in which Mr. Pope was abused with the Duke of Buckingham, and Bishop of Rochester. They also joined in a piece against his first undertaking to translate the Iliad, intitled Homerides, by Sir Iliad Doggerel, printed 1715.

66 But who is he, in closet close y-pent, 185 “ Of sober face, with learned dust besprent?” “ Right well mine eyes arede the myster wight, “ On parchment scraps y-fed, and Wormius hight. “ To future ages may thy dulness last, “ As thou preserv'st the dulness of the past ! 190

“ There, Ver. 184. That shines e consul, this commissioner.] Such places were given at this time to such sort of writers.

WARBURTON. Ver. 187. arede] Read, or peruse; though sometimes used for counsel. " READE THY READ," take thy coun saile. Thomas Sternhold, in his translation of the first Psalm into English metre, hath wisely made use of this word,

“ The man is blest that hath not bent

To wicked READ his ear. Ver. 188. Wormius bight.] Let not this name, purely fictis tious, be conceited to mean the learned Olaus Wormius ; much less (as it was unwarrantably foisted into the surreptitious editions) our own antiquary Mr. Thomas Hearne, who had no way aggrieved our poet, but on the contrary published many curious tracts, which he hath to his great contentment perused.

Most rightly are ancient words bere employed in speaking of such who so greatly delight in the same. We may say not only rightly, but wisely, yea excellently, inasmuch as for the like practice the like praise is given by Mr. Hearne himself, Glossar. to Rob. of Glocester, Artic. Berett: “ Others say, BEHIGHT, promised; and so it is used excellently well by Thomas Norton, in his translation into metre of the cxvith Psalm, ver. 14,

“ I to the Lord will pay my vows,

That I to him BEHIGHT where the modern innovators, not understanding the propriety of the word (which is truly English, from the Saxon), have most unwarrantably altered it thus:

“ I to the Lord will pay my vows, With joy and great delight.

WARBURTON. Ibid. bigbt.] “ In Cumberland they say to hight, for to promise, or vow; but HIGHT, usually signifies, was called; and so it does in the North even to this day, notwithstanding what is done in Cumberland.” HEARNE, ibid.

WARBURTOX.

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196

..^ There, dim în clouds, the poring scholiast mark, Wits, who, like owls, see only in the dark, " A lumberhouse of books in ev'ry head, « For ever reading, never to be read !

“ But, where each science lifts its modern type, 66 Hist'ry her pot, divinity her pipe, " While proud philosophy repines to show, “ Dishonest sight! his breeches rent below ; « Imbrown'd with native bronze, lo! Henley stands, “ Tuning his voice, and balancing his hands. « How fluent nonsense trickles from his tongue ! “ How sweet the periods, neither said, nor sung! « Still break the benches, Henley! with thy strain, “ While Sherlock, Hare, and Gibson preach in vain. « Oh great restorer of the good old stage,

205 « Preacher at once, and Zany of thy age! “ Oh worthy thou of Egypt's wise abodes, “ A decent priest, where monkeys were the gods ! “ Bụt fate with butchers plac'd thy priestly stall, “ Meek modern faith to murder, hack, and mawl ;

66 And

200

Ver. 197. In the first edit. it was,

And proud philosophy with breeches tore,
And English music with a dismal score.
Fast by in darkness palpable inshrin'd

W-s, B-, M-n, all the poring kind. WARBURTON. VER. 199. lo ! Henley stands, &c.] J. Henley the orator; he preached on the Sundays upon theological matters, and on the Wednesdays upon all other sciences. Each auditor paid one shil. ling. He declaimed some years against the greatest persons, and occasionally did our author that honour,

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