The young, the old, who feel her inward sway,
One instinct seizes, and transports away.
None need a guide, by sure Attraction led, 75
And strong impulfive gravity of Head :
None want a place, for all their Centre found,
Hung to the Goddess, and coher'd around.
Not closer, orb in orb, conglob’d are seen
The buzzing Bees about their dusky Queen.

The gath’ring number, as it moves along,
Involves a vast involuntary throng,
Who gently drawn, and struggling less and less,
Roll in her Vortex, and her pow'r confess.
Not those alone who passive own her laws,
But who, weak rebels, more advance her cause.
Whate'er of dunce in College or in Town
Sneers at another, in toupee or gown;
Whate'er of mungril no one class admits,
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.



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.

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Nor absent they, no members of her state,
Who pay her homage in her sons, the Great;
Who false to Phoebus, bow the knee to Baal;
Or impious, preach his Word without a call.
Patrons, who sneak from living worth to dead, 95
With-hold the pension, and set up the head ;
Or vest dull Flatt'ry in the sacred Gown;
Or give from fool to fool the Laurel crown.
And (last and worst) with all the cant of wit,
Without the soul, the Muse’s Hypocrite.

There march the bard and blockhead, side by side,
Who rhym'd for hire, and patroniz'd for pride,
Narcissus, prais’d with all a Parson's pow'r,
Look'd a white Lilly funk beneath a show'r.


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.

VER. 99, 100.
And (last and worst) with all the cant of wit,

Without the soul, the Muse's Hypocrite.]
In this division are reckoned up 1. The Idolizers of Dul-
ness in the Great-2. Ill Judges,-3. Ill Writers, -_4. Ili
Patrons. But the last and wors, as he justly calls him, is
the Muse's Hypocrite, who is, as it were, the Epitome of
of them all." He who thinks the only end of poetry is to
amuse, and the only business of the poet to be witty ; and
consequently who cultivates only such trifling talents in
himself, and encourages only fuch' in others.

There mov'd Montalto with fuperior air; 105
His stretch'd-out arm display'd a Volume fair;
Courtiers and Patriots in two ranks divide,
Thro' both he pass’d, and bow'd from side to side :
But as in graceful act, with awful eye
Compos'd he stood, bold Benson thrust him by: 110
On two unequal crutches propt he came,
Milton's on this, on that one Johnston's name.
The decent Knight retir'd with sober rage,
Withdrew his hand, and clos'd the pompous page.
But (happy for him as the times went then) 115
Appear’d Apollo's May'r and Aldermen,

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!
But murder first, and mince them all to bits 120
As erst Medea (cruel, so to save!)
A new Edition of old Æfon gave ;
Let standard-Authors, thus, like trophies born,
Appear more glorious as more hack'd and torn,
And you, my Critics ! in the chequer'd shade, 1.25
Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.

Leave not a foot of verse, a foot of stone,
A Page, a Grave, that they can call their own;

Ver. 126. Admire new light, &c.]
The Soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light, through chinks that time has made:

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)

Æfon miratur,

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,
On passive paper, or on solid brick.

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,
Has lopt three trees the value of three farthings :
But he's my neighbour, cries the peer polite,
And if he'll visit me, I'll wave my right.


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