F. Hayman inv. et del. C.Grignion foulp Shut, shut the Door, good John fatigud Isaid Tye up the Knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. Gp: to Arbuthnot. And now the Poem, which holds fo much of the DRAMA, and opens with all the disorder and vexation that every kind of im'pertinence and flander, could occafion, concludes with the utmoft calmnefs and ferenity, in the retired enjoyment of all the tender offices of FRIENDSHIP and PIETY [388. to the end.] P. SHUT HUT, fhut the door, good John! fatigu'd Tye up the knocker, fay I'm fick, I'm dead. NOTES. 5 VER. 1. Shut, but the door, good John !] John Searl, his old and faithful fervant: whom he has remembered, under that character, in his Will. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, thro' my Grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge. 10 No place is facred, not the Church is free, Ev'n Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me: Then from the Mint walks forth the Man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me, just at Dinner-time. Is there a Parson, much be-mus'd in beer, 15 A maudlin Poetess, a rhyming Peer, A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's foul to cross, paper, fcrawls With defp❜rate charcoal round his darken'd walls? All fly to TWIT'NAM, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. Is there a Bard in durance? turn them free, Who would do fomething in his Semptrefs' praife Νο OTES. 21 VER. 12. Ev'n Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me.] The beauty of this line arifes from the figurative terms of the predicate alluding to the fubject. A fecret, in elegant expreffion, which our Author often practifed. VER. 13. Mint.] A place to which infolvent debtors retired, to enjoy an illegal protection, which they were there fuffered to afford one another, from the perfecution of their creditors. Arthur, whose giddy fon neglects the Laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the caufe: Poor Cornus fees his frantic wife elope, And curfes Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my 25 Life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle fong) If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead. To laugh, were want of goodness and of grace, 35 With honest anguish, and an aching head; VARIATION S. VER. 29. in the 1ft Ed. Dear Doctor, tell me, is not this a curfe? NOTES. VER. 23. Arthur,] Arthur Moore, Efq. VER. 33. Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge,] Alluding to the fcene in the Plain-Dealer, where Oldfox gags, and ties down the Widow, to hear his well-pen'd ftanzas. VER. 38. honeft anguish,] i. e. undiffembled. Ibid. an aching head;] Alluding to the diforder he was then fo conftantly afflicted with. And drop at last, but in unwilling ears, 39 This faving counsel, "Keep your piece nine years." Nine years! cries he, who high in Drury-lane, Lull'd by foft Zephyrs thro' the broken pane, Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before Term ends, Oblig'd by hunger, and requeft of friends: "The piece, you think, is incorrect? why take it,45 "I'm all fubmiffion, what you'd have it, make it.” Three things another's modest wishes bound, My Friendship, and a Prologue, and ten pound. Pitholeon fends to me: "You know his Grace, "I want a Patron; afk him for a Place." Pitholeon libell'd me" but here's a letter "Informs you, Sir, 'twas when he knew no better. "Dare you refuse him? Curl invites to dine, "He'll write a Journal, or he'll turn Divine.” VARIATIONS. VER. 53. in the MS. If you refufe, he goes, as fates incline, NOTES. .50 VER. 43. Rhymes ere he wakes,] A pleasant allufion to those words of Milton, Dictates to me flumb'ring, or infpires Eafy my unpremeditated Verfe. VER. 49. Pitholeon] The name taken from a foolish Poet of Rhodes, who pretended much to Greek. Schol. in Horat. l. i. Dr. Bentley pretends, that this Pitholeon libelled Cæfar alfo. See notes on Hor. Sat. 10. 1. i. P. |