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The young, the old, who feel her inward sway,
The gath’ring number, as it moves along,
NO T'E s. VER. 75. None need a guide, -None want a place,] The fons of Dulness want no instructors in study, 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 classes in this assembly. The first of men absolutely and avowedly dull, who naturally adhere to the Goddess, and are imaged in the fimile of the Bees about their Queen. The second involuntarily drawn to her, tho' not caring to own her influence ; from $81 to 90. The third of such, as tho' not members of her state, yet advance her service by flattering Dulness, cultivating miAtaken talents, patronizing vile (criblers, discouraging liv.
Nor absent they, no members of her state,
There march the bard and blockhead, side by side,
NOTES. ing merit, or setting up for wits and Men of taste in arts they understand not ; from ø 91 to 101.
VER. 93. false to Phæbus.] Spoken of the ancient and true Phæbus ; not the French Phæbus, who hath no chosen Priests or Poets, but equally inspires any man that pleaseth to fing or preach.
Without the soul, the Muse's Hypocrite.]
There mov'd Montalto with fuperior air; 105
VARIATIONS. Ver. 114. “What? no respect, he cry'd, for SHAKESPEAR'S
NOTES. Ver. 108.-bow'd from fide to hide :) As being of no one party.
VER.110. bold Benson] This man endeavoured to raise himself to Fame by erecting monuments, striking coins, setting up heads, and procuring translations, of Milton ; and afterwards by as great passion for Arthur Johnston, a Scotch physician's Version of the Psalms, of which he printed many fine Editions. See more of him, Book iü. W 325
Ver. 113. The decent Knight.] An eminent person, who was about to publish a very pompous Edition of a great Author, at his own expence
VIR. 115, &c. These four lines were printed in a feparate leaf by Mr. Pope in the last edition, which he himself gave of the Dur with directions to the printer, to put this leaf into its place as soon as Sir T. H's Shakespear Thould be published.
On whom three hundred gold-capt youths await, To lug the pond'rous volume off in state.
When Dulness, smiling-—~ Thus revive the Wits!
Leave not a foot of verse, a foot of stone,
Wallcr. NOT e s. VER. 119. “ Thus revive, &c.] The Goddess applauds the practice of tacking the obscure names of Perions not eminent in any branch of learning, to those of the most distinguished Writers; either by printing Edie tions of their works with impertinent alterations of their Text, as in the former instances ; or by setting up Monu. ments disgraced with their own vile names and inscriptions, as in the latter.
VER. 122. old Æfon] Of whom Ovid (very applicable to these restored authors)
Diffimilemque animum fubiit 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.
But spread, my sons, your glory thin or thick,
130 So by each Bard an Alderman shall fit, A heavy Lord shall hang at. ev'ry Wit,
NOTES. Ver. 128. A Page, ] Pagina, not Pediffequus. A Page of a Book, not a Servant, Follower, or Attendant ; no Poet having had a Page since the Death of Mr. Thomas Durfey.
SCRIBL. Ver. 131. So by each Bard an Alderman, &c.] Vide the Tombs of the Poets, Editio Westmonafteriensis. Ibid.
-an Alderman shall fit,] Alluding to the monument erected for Butler by Alderman Barber.
VER. 132. A heavy Lord fall bang at ev'ry Wit) How unnatural an Image! and how ill supported ! Had it been,
A heavy Wit shall hang at ev'ry Lord, something might have been said, in an Age so well diftin. guished for discerning Patrons. For LORD, then, read LOAD; that is, of Debts here, and of Commentaries hereafter. To this purpose, conspicuous is the case of the poor Author of Hudibras, whose body, long since 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. Ariftarchus thinks the common reading, right: and that the Author himself had been struggling with, and just Ahaken off this incumbrance, when he wrote the following Epigram :
My Lord complains, that Pope, stark mad with gardens,