The bleffed benefit, not there confin'd, Drops to the third, who nuzzles close behind; From tail to mouth, they feed and they caroufe: The last full fairly gives it to the House. 180 F. This filthy fimile, this beastly line Quite turns my stomach P. So does Flatt'ry mine; And all your courtly Civet-cats can vent, But hear me further-Japhet, 'tis agreed, 185 VARIATIONS. VER. 185. in the MS. I grant it, Sir; and further, 'tis agreed, NOTES. VER. 185. Japhet-Chartres] See the Epiftle to Lord Bathurft. P. Afk you what Provocation I have had? The strong Antipathy of Good to Bad. When Truth or Virtue an Affront endures, Th' Affront is mine, my Friend, and should be yours. Mine, as a Foe profefs'd to false Pretence, 200 Who think a Coxcomb's Honour like his Sense; P. So proud, I am no Slave: So impudent, I own myself no Knave: 206 So odd, my Country's Ruin makes me grave. NOTES. VER. 204. And mine as Man, who feel fr all Mankind ] From Terence: "Homo fum: humani nihil a me alienum "puto." P. VER. 208. Yes, I am proud, &c.] In this ironical exultation the Poet infinuates a fubject of the deepeft humiliation. VER. 2117 Yet touch'd and foam'd by Ridicule alone.] The paffions are given us to awake and fupport Virtue. But they frequently betray their truft, and go over to the interefts of Vice. Ridicule, when employed in the cause of Virtue, fhames and brings them back to their duty. Hence the ufe and importance of Satire.. To all but Heav'n-directed hands deny'd, Rev'rent I touch thee! but with honest zeal; NOTES. VER. 214. To all but Heav'n-directed hands] "The Citizen (fays Plato, in his fifth book of Laws) who does no injury to any one, without queftion, merits our esteem. "He, who, not content with being barely juft him"felf, oppofes the course of injuftice, by profecuting it be"fore the Magistrate, merits our esteem vaftly more. The firft difcharges the duty of a fingle Citizen; but the "other does the office of a body. But he whose zeal stops not here, but proceeds to ASSIST THE MAGISTRATE IN "PUNISHING, is the most valuable bleffing of Society. This "is the PERFECT CITIZEN, to whom we would adjudge "the prize of Virtue." 66 66 VER. 219. And goad the Prelate flumb'ring in his Stall.] The good Eufebius, in his Evangelical Preparation, draws a long parallel between the Ox and the Chriftian Priesthood. Hence the dignified Clergy, out of mere humility, have ever since called their thrones by the name of falls. To which a great Prelate of Winchefter, one W. Edinton, modeftly alluding, has rendered his name immortal by this ecclefiaftical aphorifm, who would otherwife have been forgotten; Canterbury is the higher rack, but Winchester is the better manger. By which, however, it appears that he was not one of those here condemned, who lumber in their falls. SCRIBL. VER. 220, &c. Ye tinfel Infects! whom a Court maintain, -That counts your Beauties only by your Stains,-Spin all your Cobwebs] And again, to the fame purpose, in the Epifile to Dr. Arbuthnot, Spin all your Cobwebs o'er the Eye of Day! The MUSE's wing shall brush you all away: NOTES. "Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? "Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, "This painted child of Dirt, that flinks and stings.” These (it has been objected) are Infects not of Nature's creating, but the Poet's, and therefore fuch compound images are to be condemned. One would think, by this, that mixed qualities troubled the fenfe, as much as mixed metaphors do the ftyle. But whoever thinks fo, is mistaken. The fault of mixed metaphors is, that they call the imagination from image to image, when it is the writer's purpose to fix it upon one. On the contrary, mixed qualities do their office rightly, and inform the understanding of what the Author would infinuate, that the moral infect is a more worthlefs creature than the phyfical, as he collects together, in one individual, divers bad or trifling qualities, which Nature had difperfed in many. And when, in fact, we fee them fo collected; as venom, fophiftry, and infidiousness, in a Court-Butterfly, the giving it the bite of the bug, and the web of the fpider, makes it a monster indeed, but not of the Poet's creating, but only of his naming. VER. 220. Ye Infects - The MUSE's wing fall brush you all away:] This it did very effectually; and the memory of them had been now forgotten, had not the Poet's charity, for a while, protracted their miferable Being. There is now in his Library a complete collection of all the horrid Libels written and published against him; "The tale reviv'd, the lye fo oft o'erthrown, "Th' imputed trafh, and dulnefs not his own; These he had bound up in feveral volumes, according to their various fizes, from folios down to duodecimos; and to each of them hath affixed this motto out of the book of Job: Behold, my defire is, that mine adversary should write a book. Surely I fhould take it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a crow to me. Ch. xxxi. ver. 35, 36. All his Grace preaches, all his Lordship sings, All that makes Saints of Queens, and Gods of Kings. 225 All, all but Truth, drops dead-born from the Prefs, Like the last Gazette, or the laft Addrefs". When black Ambition stains a public Cause, A Monarch's fword when mad Vain-glory draws, Not Waller's Wreath can hide the Nation's Scar, Nor Boileau turn the Feather to a Star. VARIATIONS. After Ver. 227. in the MS. Where's now the Star that lighted Charles to rife? Britain's to France, and thine to India, Spain! NOTES. 231 VER. 222. Cobwebs] Weak and flight sophistry against virtue and honour. Thin colours over vice, as unable to hide the light of Truth, as cobwebs to fhade the fun. P. VER. 225. Gods of Kings.] When James the first had once befpeeched his Parliament, Bishop Williams Keeper of the Great Seal added-that, after his Majesty's DIVINUM ET IMMORTALE DICTUM, he would not dare mortale aliquid addere. On which, Wilfon the Hiftorian obferves - This is not inferted to fhew the PREGNANCY and GENIUS of the man, but the temper of the times. VER 228. When black Ambition, &c.] The cafe of Cromwell in the civil war of England; and (Ver. 229) of Louis XIV. in his conqueft of the Low Countries. P. VER. 231. Nor Boileau turn the Feather to a Star.] See his Ode on Namur; where (to ufe his own words)" Il a fait un |