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“ The piece, you think, is incorrect? why take it, 45 “ I'm all submission, what you'd have it, make it."
Three things another's modest wishes bound, My Friendship, and a Prologue, and ten pound.
Pitholeon sends to me: “ You know his Grace, 6. I want a Patron; ask him for a Place."
50 Pitholeon libelld mem" 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.”
Bless me! a packet.--"'Tis a stranger fues, 55 “ A Virgin Tragedy, an Orphan Muse." If I dislike it, “ Furies, death and rage !" If I approve, “ Commend it to the Stage.” There (thank my stars) my whole commiffion ends, The Play’rs and I are, luckily, no friends. 60
VER. 53. in the MS.
If you refuse, he goes, as fates incline,
To plague Sir Robert, or to turn Divine. VER. 60. in the former Edd.
Cibber and I are luckily no friends.
Ver. 49. Pitholeon) The name taken from a foolish Poet of Rhodes, who pretended much to Greek. Schol. in Horat. 1. i. Dr. Bentley pretends, that this Pitholeon libelled Cæsar also. See notes on Hor. Sat. 10. 1. i.
Fir'd that the house reject him, “'Sdeath I'll print it,
'Tis sung, when Midas' Ears began to spring,
70 His very Minister who spy'd them first, (Some say his Queen) was forc'd to speak, or burst. And is not mine, my friend, a sorer case, When ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face? A. Good friend forbear! you deal in dang’rous things. I'd never name Queens, Ministers, or Kings; 76 Keep close to Ears, and those let asses prick, 'Tis nothing-P. Nothing ? if they bite and kick? Out with it, DUNCIAD! let the secret pass, That secret to each fool, that he's an Ass : 80
VER. 72. Queen] The story is told, by fome, of his Barber, but by Chaucer of his Queen. See life of Bath's Tale in Dryden's Fables.
Ver. 80. That secret to each fool, that he's ar fifs:] i. e. chat his ears (his marks of folly) are visible.
The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie ?)
You think this cruel ? take it for a rule,
Si fra£tus illabatur orbis,
P. VER. 96. arch'd eye-brown] The eye brow is raised in the expression of infolent contempt.
Ver. 98. free-masons Moor?] He was of this society, and frequently headed their processions.
Still Sappho---A. Hold! for God-fake-you'll offend,
One dedicates in high heroic prose,
There are, who to my person pay their court: 115
For song, for filence some expect a bribe ;
And when I die, be sure you let me know
Why did I write? what fin to me unknown 125
I 36 The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not Wife, To help me thro’ this long disease, my Life, To fecond, ARBUTHNOT! thy Art and Care, And teach, the Being you preferv'd, to bear.
But why then publish ? Granville the polite, 135 And knowing Walsh, would tell me I could write; Well-natur'd Garth inflam'd with early praise, And Congreve lov'd, and Swift endur'd my lays;
After x 124. in the MS.
But, Friend, this shape, which You and Curl a admire,
• Curl set up his head for a lign.
• His Father was crooked. ( His mother was much afflicted with head-achs,