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Like Cato, give his little Senate laws,
What tho'my Name ftood rubric on the walls,
Ver.214. Atticus] It was a great falfhood, which some of the Libels reported, that this Character was written after the Gentleman's death; which fee refuted in the Testimonies prefixed to the Dunciad. But the occasion of writing it was such as he would not make public out of regard to his memory: and all that could further be done was to omit the name, in the Edition of his Works, P.
VER. 216. claps, in capitals?] The bills of QuackDoctors and Quack Booksellers being usually pafted together on the same posts.
VER. 218. On wings of winds came Aying all abroad?] Hopkins, in the ciyth Pfalm.
Nor like a puppy, daggled thro' the town,
235 And a true Pindar stood without a head) Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race, Who first his judgment ask'd, and then a place : Much they extolld his pictures, much his feat, And flatter'd ev'ry day, and some days eat : 240 Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid fome bards with port, and some with praise, To fome a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
To Bards reciting he vouchsaf'd a nod,
Notes. Ver. 236.--a true Pindar food without a head] Ridi. cules the affectation of Antiquaries, who frequently eshibit the headless Trunks and Terms of Statues, for Plato, Homer, Pindar, &c. Vide Fulu. Urfin. &c.
Dryden alone (what wonder?) came not nigh, 245
May some choice patron bless each gray goofe quill! May ev'ry Bavius have his Bufo ftill!
250 So when a Statesman wants a day's defence, Or Envy holds a whole week's war with Sense, Or fimple pride for Aatt'ry inakes demands, May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands! Bleft be the Great! for those they take away, 255 And those they left me; for they left me GAY; Left me to fee neglected Genius bloom, Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb : Of all thy blameless life the sole return
259 My Verse, and QUEENSB'R Y Weeping o'er thy urn!
Oh let me live my own, and die fo too! (To live and die is all I have to do :) Maintain a Poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please : Above a Patron, tho' I condescend
265 Sometimes to call a Minister my friend.
Notes Ver. 248. --- help'd to bury] Mr. Dryden, after having liv'd in exigencies, had a magnificent Funeral bestow'd upon him by the contribution of several persons of Quality. P.
Ver. 265.--tho' I condescend &c.] He thought it, and he justly thought it, a condescension in an honest Man to accept the friendship of any one, how high foever, whose
I was not born for Courts or great affairs ;
Why am I ask'd what next shall see the light ? Heav'ns! was 1 born for nothing but to write ? Has Life no joys for me? or (to be grave) Have I no friend to serve, no soul to fave? 274 ". I found him close with Swift - Indeed ? no doubt " (Cries prating Balbus) something will come out. 'Tis all in vain, deny it as I will. “ No, such a Genius never can lie ftill;
Friendships from youth I fought, and seek them ftill:
And in a course of flatt'ry liv'd ro fool. a By not making the World his School he means, he did not form his system of morality, on the principles or practice of men in business.
Notes. conduct in life was governed only on principles of policy: for of what ministers he speaks, may be seen by the character he gives, in the next line, of the Courts they belong to.
Ver. 271. Why am I ask'd &c.] This is intended as a reproof of those impertinent complaints, which were perpetually made to him by those who called themselves his friends, for not entertaining the Town as often as it wanted amusement. - A French writer says well on this occafionDès qu'on eft auteur, il semble qu'on soit aux gages d'un tas de fainéans, pour leur fournir de quoi amuser leur oisiveté.
And then for mine obligingly mistakes
Curft be the verse, how well foe'er it flow,
As rumbling Das or a Norfolk hound;
Then smooth up all, and CAROLINE rehearse."
Leave to Court-scrmons, and to birth-day Odes.
Let laurellid Cibber, and great Arnal shine.
The Town, the Court, the Wits, the Dunces weep.