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All who true dunces in her cause appear’d,
Amid that area wide she took her stand,
25 A church collects the saints of Drury-lane.
With authors, stationers obey'd the call,
adust and thin, In a dun night-gown of his own loose skin ; But such a bulk as no twelve bard's could raise,
35 Twelve starveling bards of these degen’rate days. All as a partridge plump, full-fed, and fair, She form’d this image of well-bodied air ; With pert Alat eyes
she window'd well its head; A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead,
40 And empty words she gave, and sounding strain, But senseless, lifeless! idol void and vain ! Never was dash'd out, at one lucky hit, A fool, so just a copy
of a wit ; So like, that critics said, and courtiers swore, 45 A wit it was, and call'd the phantom More. All gaze
with ardour : : some, a poet's name, Others, a sword-knot and lac'd suit inflame.
But lofty Lintot in the circle rose ;
Fear held them mute. Alone untaught to fear
65 Which Curl's Corinna chanc'd that morn to make : (Such was her wont, at early dawn to drop Her evening cates before his neighbour's shop,) Here fortun'd Curl to slide ; loud shout the band, And Bernard! Bernard! rings thro' all the Strand. Obscene with filth the miscreant lies bewray'd, 71 Fall'n in the plash his wickedness had laid : Then first (if poets aught of truth declare) The caitiff Vaticide conceiv'd a prayer.
Hear, Jove! whose name my bards and I adore, As much at least as any god's, or more ; 76
And him and his if more devotion warms,
A place there is, betwixt earth, air, and seas,
In office here fair Cloacina stands, And ministers to Jove with purest hands; 90 Forth from the heap she pick'd her vot’ry's pray'r, And plac'd it next him, a distinction rare ! (Оft, as he fish'd her nether realms for wit, The Goddess favour'd him, and favours yet) Renew'd by ordure's sympathetic force,
95 As oil'd with magic juices for the course, Vig'rous he rises, from th' effluvia strong Imbibes new life, and scours and stinks along : Re-passes Lintot, vindicates the race, Nor heeds the brown dishonours of his face.
And now the victor stretch'd his eager hand Where the tall Nothing stood, or seem'd to stand ; A shapeless shade, it melted from his sight, Like forms in clouds, or visions of the night!
To seize his papers, Curl, was next thy care ; 105
prey ; That suit, an unpay'd taylor snatch'd away! No rag, no scrap,
of all the beau, or wit, That once so flutter'd, and that once so writ.
Heav'n rings with laughter : Of the laughter vain, Dulness, good Queen, repeats the jest again. Three wicked imps of her own Grub-street choir, 115 She deck'd like Congreve, Addison, and Prior; Mears, Warner, Wilkins run: delusive thought ! Breval, Besaleel, Bond, the varlets caught. Curl stretches after Gay, but Gay is gone, He grasps an empty Joseph for a John: So Proteus, hunted in a nobler shape, Became, when seiz'd, a puppy, or an ape.
To him the Goddess. Son! thy grief lay down, And turn this whole illusion on the town. As the sage dame, experienc'd in her trade,
135 By names of toasts retails each batter'd jade, (Whence hapless Monsieur much complains at Paris Of wrongs from Duchesses and Lady Mary's) Be thine, my stationer! this magic gift; Cook shall be Prior, and Concanen, Swift: 130 So shall each hostile name become our own, And we too boast our Garth and Addison.
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With that, she gave him (piteous of his case, Yet smiling at his rueful length of face) A shaggy tap’stry, worthy to be spread 135 On Codrus' old, or Dunton's modern bed; Instructive work! whose wry-mouth'd portraiture Display'd the fates her confessors endure. Ear-less on high, stood un-abash'd Defoe, And Tuchin flagrant from the scourge, below: 140 There Ridpath, Roper, cudgell'd might ye view, The very
worsted still look'd black and blue Himself among the story'd chiefs he spies, As from the blanket high in air he flies,
144 And oh! (he cry'd) what street, what lane but knows Our purgings, pumpings, blanketings, and blows? In ev'ry loom our labours shall be seen, And the fresh vomit run for ever green!
See in the circle next, Eliza plac'd; Two babes of love close clinging to her waist ; 150 Fair as before her works she stands confess'd, In flow'rs and pearls by bounteous Kirkall dress’d. The Goddess then : “ Who best can send on high The salient spout, far-stre ming to the sky : His be yon Juno of majestic size,
155 With cow-like udders, and with ox-like eyes. This China-Jordan, let the chief o'ercome Replenish, not ingloriously, at home.”
Chapman and Curl accept the glorious strife, (Tho'one his son dissuades, and one his wife) 160