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By land, by water, they renew the charge,
Is there a parfon, much be-mus'd in beer, 15
Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song), What drop or noftrum can this plague remove? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love?
Notes. Ver. 1 3. Mint.] A place to which infolvent debtors retired, to enjoy an illegal protection, which they were there suffered to aford one another, from the perfecution of their creditors. Ver. 23: Arthur.) Arthur Moore, Esq.
Is there a bard in durance? turn them free,
Who would do something in his femptress' praise *** Ver. 29. in the first edition,
Dear Doctor, tell me, is not this a curse?
A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped.
31 If foes, they write; if friends, they read me dead. Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge, how. wretched I! Who can't be filent, and who will not lie : To laugh, were want of goodness and of grace; And to be grave, exceeds all pow'r of face. I fit with fad civility, I read With honest anguish, and an aching head; And drop at last, but in unwilling ears, This saving counsel, “Keep your piece nine years."
Nine years! cries he, who high in Drury-lane, Lulld by loft zephyrs through the broken pane, Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before Term ends, Oblig'd by hunger, and request of friends : “The piece, you think, is incorrect? why take it; “ I'm all submillion, what you'd have it, make it."
Three things another's modest wishes bound, 47 My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound.
Pitholeon sends to me: " You know his Grace, "I want a patron; ask him for a place." 50 Pitholeon libell'd me---
e----" But here's a letter “ Informs you, Sir, 'twas when he knew no better, 56
Ibid. an aching head;] Alluding to the disorder he was then fo constantly afilicted with.)
Ver. 43. Rhymes ere he wakes,] An allusion to those words of Milton,
“ Dictates to me Numb'ring, or inspires
Eziy my unpremeditated verle.” Ver, 19. Piiholeon The name taken from a foolish poet of Rhodes, ivho pretended much to Greek. Schol. in Horat: 1. i. Dr Bentley pretendi, that this Pitholeon libelled Cælar allo. See notes on Hor. lat. 10. 1. i.
refuse him? Curll invites to dine,
Bless me! a packet.----“ 'Tis a stranger fues,
Commend it to the stage.”
revise it, and retouch."
'Tis sung, when Midas' ears began to spring,
70 His very minister who spy'd them firit, (Some say his queen), was forc'd to speak, or burst.
Notes. Ver. 69. 'Tis fung, when Midas', &c.] He means sung by Persius; and the words alluded to are,
Vidi, vidi ipse, libelle !
If you refute, he goes, as fates incline,
To plague Sir Robert, or to turn divine.
And is not mine, my friend, a sorer case,
You think this cruel? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus! round thee break, Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall’ry in convulfions hurld, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. Who shames a scribbler ? break one cobweb thro'; He spins the flight, self-pleafing thread anew: 90
୨ Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Thron'd in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines ! Whom have I hurt? has poet yet, or peet,
9 $ Lost the arch'd eye-brow, or Parnaffian sneer? And has not Colley fill his lord, and whore? His butchers Henley, his free-masons Moore?
Notes. Ver. 80. That secret to each fool, that he's an ass:] i. e. that his ears (his marks of folly) are visible. Ver. 88. Alluding to Horace, “ Si fractus illabatur orbis,
Impavidum ferient ruinæ." · Ver. 98. Free-masons Moore.?] He was of this fociety, and froquently headed their proceflions.