Bless me! a packet.-" "Tis a ftranger fues, 55 "A Virgin Tragedy, an Orphan Mufe." If I diflike it, "Furies, death and rage!" 60 Fir'd that the house reject him, "'Sdeath I'll print it, "And shame the fools-Your int'reft, Sir, with Lintot." Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much: "Not, Sir, if you revise it, and retouch." All my demurs but double his attacks; At last he whispers, Do; and we go fnacks." Glad of a quarrel, ftrait I clap the door, Sir, let me fee your works and you no more. (Midas, a facred person and a King) VARIATIONS. VER. 60. in the former Edd. Cibber and I are luckily no friends. NOTES. 65 70 VER. 69. 'Tis fung, when Midas' &c.] The Poet means fung by Perfius; and the words alluded to are, Vidi, vidi ipfe, Libelle ! Auriculas Afini Mida Rex habet. The tranfition is fine, but obfcure: for he has here imitated the manner of that myfterious writer, as well as taken up his image. Our Author had been hitherto complaining of the folly His very Minifter who fpy'd them first, 76 Keep close to Ears, and those let affes prick, 'Tis nothing-P. Nothing? if they bite and kick? Out with it, DUNCIAD! let the fecret pass, That fecret to each fool, that he's an Ass: 80 The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas flept, and fo may I. You think this cruel? take it for a rule, No creature fmarts fo little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus! round thee break, 85 Thou unconcern'd can't hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall'ry in convulfions hurl'd, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. NOTES. and importunity of indigent Scriblers; he now infinuates he fuffered as much of both, from Poetafters of Quality. VER. 72. Queen] The ftory is told, by fome, of his Barber, but by Chaucer of his Queen. See Wife of Bath's Tale in Dryden's Fables. P. VER. 80. That fecret to each fool, that he's an Afs:] i. e. that his ears (his marks of folly) are visible. VER. 88. Alluding to Horace, Si fractus illabatur orbis, Impavidum ferient ruina. P. Who fhames a Scribler? break one cobweb thro', The creature's at his dirty work again, 95 Still to one Bishop Philips feem a wit? 100 Still Sappho-A. Hold ! for God-fake-you'll offend, No Names-be calm-learn prudence of a friend: I too could write, and I am twice as tall; But foes like thefe-P. One Flatt'rer's worfe than all NOTES. VER. 92. The creature's at his dirty work again,] This metamorphofing, as it were, the Scribler into a Spider is much more poetical than a comparison would have been. But Poets should be cautious how they employ this figure; for where the likeness is not very striking, inftead of giving force, they become obfcure. Here, every thing concurs to make them run into one another. They both spin; not from the head [reafon] but from the guts [paffions and prejudices] and fuch a thread that can entangle none but creatures weaker than themselves. VER. 96. arch'd eye-brow,] The eye-brow is raifed in the expreffion of infolent contempt. VER. 98. free-mafons Moor?] He was of this fociety, and frequently headed their proceffions. I Of all mad creatures, if the learn'd are right, 105 It is the flaver kills, and not the bite. A fool quite angry is quite innocent : Alas! 'tis ten times worse when they repent. And ridicules beyond a hundred foes: 110 my friend. This prints my Letters, that expects a bribe, And others roar aloud, " Subscribe, subscribe." There are, who to my perfon pay their court:115 I cough like Horace, and, tho' lean, am short, Ammon's great fon one fhoulder had too high, Such Ovid's nose, and " Sir! you have an EyeGo on, obliging creatures, make me fee All that disgrac'd my Betters, met in me. VARIATION S. VER. III. in the MS. For fong, for filence fome expect a bribe; NOTES. 120 VER. 118. Sir, you have an Eye] It is remarkable that amongst these compliments on his infirmities and deformities, he mentions his eye, which was fine, fharp, and piercing. It was done to intimate, that flattery was as odious to him when there was fome ground for commendation, as when there was none. Say for my comfort, languishing in bed, I lifp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. a But, Friend, this shape, which You and Curl admire, a Curl fet up his head for a fign. b His Father was crooked.. < His Mother was much afflicted with head-achs. NOTES. VER. 127. As yet a child, &c.] He used to say, that he began to write verfes further back than he could remember. When he was eight years old, Ogilby's Homer fell in his way, and delighted him extremely; it was followed by Sandys' Ovid; and the raptures these then gave him were fo ftrong, that he fpoke of them with pleasure ever after. About ten, being at school at Hide-park-corner, where he was much neglected, and fuffered to go to the Comedy with the greater boys, he turned the tranfactions of the Iliad into a play, made up of a number of fpeeches from Ogilby's tranflation, tacked together with verfes of his own. He had the address to perfuade the upper boys to act it; he even prevailed on the Master's Gardener to reprefent Ajax; and contrived to have all the actors dreffed after the pictures in his favourite Ogilby. At twelve he went with C |