75 The young, the old, who feel her inward fway, The gath'ring number, as it moves along, Who gently drawn, and struggling less and lefs, Not thofe alone who paffive own her laws, But who, weak rebels, more advance her cause. NOTES. 80 85 90 VER. 75. None need a guide,-None want a place,] The fons of Dulness want no inftructors in ftudy, nor guides in life: They are their own masters in all Sciences, and their own Heralds and Introducers into all places. - VER. 76 to 101.] It ought to be observed that here are three claffes in this affembly. The first of men absolutely and avowedly dull, who naturally adhere to the Goddefs, and are imaged in the fimile of the Bees about their Queen. The fecond involuntarily drawn to her, tho' not caring to own her influence; from 81 to 90. The third of fuch, as tho' not members of her state, yet advance her service by flattering Dulness, cultivating miftaken talents, patronizing vile fcriblers, difconraging liv Nor absent they, no members of her state, 95 100 There march the bard and blockhead, fide by fide, Who rhym'd for hire, and patroniz'd for pride, Narciffus, prais'd with all a Parfon's pow'r, Look'd a white Lilly funk beneath a show'r. NOTES. ing merit, or fetting up for wits and Men of tafte in arts they understand not; from 91 to 101. VER. 93. falfe to Phoebus.] Spoken of the ancient and true Phœbus; not the French Phœbus, who hath no chosen Priests or Poets, but equally infpires any man that pleaseth to fing or preach. VER. 99, 100. And (laft and worst) with all the cant of wit, SCRIBL. In this divifion are reckoned up 1. The Idolizers of Dulnefs in the Great-2. Ill Judges,-3. Ill Writers,-4. Ill Patrons. But the laft and worst, as he justly calls him, is the Mufe's Hypocrite, who is, as it were, the Epitome of of them all. He who thinks the only end of poetry is to amufe, and the only bufinefs of the poet to be witty; and confequently who cultivates only fuch trifling talents in himself, and encourages only fuch in others. There mov'd Montalto with fuperior air; His ftretch'd-out arm difplay'd a Volume fair; 105 Thro' both he pass'd, and bow'd from fide to fide: Compos'd he flood, bold Benfon thrust him by: 110 VER. 114. VARIATIONS. 115 "What? no refpect, he cry'd, for SHAKESPEAR'S page?" NOTES. VER. 108.-bow'd from fide to fide:] As being of no one party. VER. 110. bold Benson] This man endeavoured to raise himself to Fame by erecting monuments, ftriking coins, fetting up heads, and procuring tranflations, of Milton; and afterwards by as great paffion for Arthur Johnfton, a Scotch phyfician's Verfion of the Pfalms, of which he printed many fine Editions. See more of him, Book iii. 325. VER. 113. The decent Knight.] An eminent perfon, who was about to publish a very pompous Edition of a great Author, at his own expence VER. 115, &c. Thefe four lines were printed in a feparate leaf by Mr. Pope in the laft edition, which he himfelf gave of the Dunciad, with directions to the printer, to put this leaf into its place as foon as Sir T. H's Shakespear hould be published. B. On whom three hundred gold-capt youths await, To lug the pond'rous volume off in ftate. 120 When Dulness, smiling-" Thus revive the Wits! But murder first, and mince them all to bits As erft Medea (cruel, fo to fave!) A new Edition of old Æfon gave; ; Let ftandard-Authors, thus, like trophies born, IMITATIONS. VER. 126. Admire new light, &c.] The Soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, NOTES. Waller VER. 119. "Thus revive, &c.] The Goddess applauds the practice of tacking the obfcure names of Perfons not eminent in any branch of learning, to those of the moft diftinguished Writers; either by printing Editions of their works with impertinent alterations of their Text, as in the former inftances; or by fetting up Monuments difgraced with their own vile names and inscriptions, as in the latter. VER. 122. old Efon] Of whom Ovid (very applicable to these restored authors) Æfon miratur, Diffimilemque animum subiit VER. 128. A Page, a Grave,] For what less than a Grave can be granted to a dead author? or what less than a Page can be allow'd a living one? VOL. V. M But spread, my fons, your glory thin or thick, So by each Bard an Alderman shall fit, 130 VER. 128. A Page, Pagina, not Pediffequus. A Page of a Book, not a Servant, Follower, or Attendant; no Poet having had a Page fince the Death of Mr. Thomas Durfey. SCRIBL. VER. 131. So by each Bard an Alderman, &t.] Vide the Tombs of the Poets, Editio Weftmonafterienfis. Ibid.-an Alderman shall fit,] Alluding to the monument erected for Butler by Alderman Barber. VER. 132. A heavy Lord fhall hang at ev'ry Wit] How unnatural an Image! and how ill fupported! Had it been, A heavy Wit shall hang at ev'ry Lord, fomething might have been faid, in an Age fo well diftin-. guished for difcerning Patrons. For LORD, then, read LOAD; that is, of Debts here, and of Commentaries hereafter. To this purpose, confpicuous is the case of the poor Author of Hudibras, whofe body, long fince weigh'd down to the grave by a load of debts, has lately had a more unmerciful load of Commentaries laid upon his Spirit; wherein the Editor has atchieved more than Virgil himself, when he turned Critic, could boaft of, which was no more than, that he had picked gold out of another man's dung; whereas he has picked it out of his SCRIBL. own. Ariftarchus thinks the common reading, right: and that the Author himself had been ftruggling with, and just fhaken off this incumbrance, when he wrote the following Epigram: My Lord complains, that Pope, stark mad with gardens, |