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When this Heroics only deigns to praise,
But grant I may relapfe, for want of grace,
90 In crouds, and courts, law, business, feasts, and
friends! My counsel sends to execute a deed : A Poet begs me, I will hear him read: In Palace-yard at nine you'll find me thereAt ten for certain, Sir, in Bloomsb’ry square- 95 Before the Lords at twelve Cause There's a Rehearsal, Sir, exact at one. " Oh but a Wit can study in the streets, 66 And raise his mind above the mob he meets.” Not quite so well however as one ought ;
100 A hackney coach may chance to spoil a thought; And then a nodding beam, or pig of lead, God knows, may hurt the very ableft head.
Notes. as intimating that the demand for verse is only a species of luxury.
Tristia robustis luctantur funera plauftris :
Hac rabiosa fugit canis, hac lutulenta ruit sus.
k I nunc, et versus tecum meditare canoros.
Scriptorum chorus omnis amat nemus, et fugit urbes,
Rite cliens Bacchi, somno gaudentis et umbra.
Tu me inter ftrepitus nocturnos atque diurnos
Vis canere, et contracta sequi vestigia vatum?
Ingenium, fibi quod vacuas desumsit Athenas,
Et ftudiis annos feptem dedit, insenuitque
Libris et curis, ftatua taciturnius exit
Plerumque, et rifu populum quatit: hic ego rerum
Fluctibus in mediis, et tempeftatibus urbis,
VER. 104. Have you not feen, etc.] The satirical pleafantry of this image, and the kumourous manner of representing it, raises the imitation, in this place, far above the original.
VER. 113. Would drink and doze, etc.) This has not the delicacy, or elegant ambiguity of,
Rite cliens Bacohi, somno gaudentis et umbra. .
Have you not feen, at Guild-hall's narrow pass,
105 And Peers give way, exalted as they are, Ev'n to their own S-r-V--nce in a Car?
Go, lofty Poet! and in such a croud, Sing thy sonorous verse--but not aloud. Alas! to Grotto's and to Groves we run, To ease and silence, ev'ry Muse's son Blackmore himself, for any grand effort, Would drink and doze at Tooting or Earl's-Court. How thall I rhime in this eternal roar? How match the bards whom none e'er match'd before? | The Man, who, stretch'd in Ifis' calm retreat, 116 To books and study gives sev'n years compleat, See ! ftrow'd with learned duft, his night-cap on, He walks, an object new beneath the fun! The boys flock round him, and the people stare: So ftiff, so mute! fome ftatue you would swear, Stept from its pedestal to take the air ! And here, while town, and court, and city roars, With mobs, and duns, and soldiers, at their doors;
Notes. where the intemperance of Poets is not the obvious, but the Secret meaning. For Bacchus was the patron of the Drama as well as of the Bottle; and sleep was courted for inspiration, as well as to relieve a debauch.
Ibid. Tooting Earl's Court.] Two villages within a few miles of London. P.
Ver. 124. With mobs, and duns, and soldiers at their
Verba lyrae motura fonum connectere digner ?
* Frater erat Romae consulti rhetor ; ut alter
Alterius sermone meros audiret honores :
Gracchus ut hic illi foret, huic ut Mucius ille.
Quî minus argutos vexat furor iste poetas?
* Carmina compono, hic elegos; mirabile visu,
Caelatumque novem Mufis opus. afpice primum,
Quanto cum faftu, quanto molimine circum
spectemus vacuam Romanis vatibus aedem,
Mox etiam (fi forte vacas) fequere, et procul audi,
Quid ferat, et quare fibi nectat uterque coronam.
Caedimur, et totidem plagis consumimus hoftem,
Notes. doors ;] The licence, luxury, and mutiny of an opulent city are not ill described.
Ver. 132. And foook bis bead at Murray, as a Wit.] It is the filly consolation of blockheads in all professions, that he, whom Nature has formed to excell, does it not by his superior knowledge, but his wit; and so they keep themselves in countenance as nos fairly outdone, but only out-witted,
Shall I, in London, act this idle part? 125
m The Temple late two brother Serjeants faw,
My dear Tibullus !” if that will not do, « Let me be Horace, and be Ovid
VER. 140. But Stephen) Mr. Stephen Duck, a modest and worthy man, who had the honour (which many, who thought themselves his betters in poetry, had nol) of being esteemed by Mr. Pope.