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That very Cæsar, born in Scipio's days,
Had aim'd, like him, by Chastity at praise.
Lucullus, when Frugality could charm,
Had roasted turnips in the Sabin farm.
In vain th' observer eyes the builder's toil,
But quite mistakes the scaffold for the pile.

In this one Passion man can strength enjoy,
As Fits give vigour, just when they destroy.

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COMMENTARY. fame ; but a different time had changed their subsidiary ones of Luft and Luxury, into their very opposites of Chastity and Frugality. 'Tis in vain therefore, says our author, for the observer of human nature to fix his attention on the Workman, if he all the while mistakes the Scaffold for the Building.

VER. 222. In this one Passion &c.) But now it may be objected to our philofophic poet, that he has indeed shewn the true means of coming to the Knowledge and Characters of men by a Principle certain and infallible, when found, yet, by his own account, of so difficult investigation, that its Counterfeit, and it is always attended with one, may be easily mistaken for it. To

NOTES. Characters; for they are, in Cicero bad Vanity without pride reality, very different and di- or ambition. ftinct; fo much so, that 'tis VER. 223. As Fits give viremarkable, the three greatest gour, just when they destroy:] men in Rome, and contem- The fimilitude is extremely poraries, possessed each of these apposite; as most of the inseparately, without the least ítances he has afterwards given mixture of the other two: The of the vigorous exertion of the men I mean were Cæsar, Cato, Ruling Pasion in the last mo. and Cicero : For Cæfar had ments, are from such who had Ambition without either vanity haftened their death by an imor pride; Cato had Pride with moderate indulgence of that out ambition or vanity; and Paffion,

Time, that on all things lays his lenient hand,
Yet tames not this; it sticks to our last sand. 225
Consistent in our follies and our fins,
Here honest Nature ends as the begins.

Old Politicians chew on wisdom past,
And totter on in bus'ness to the last ;
As weak, as earnest; and as gravely out, 230
As sober Lanesb’row dancing in the gout.

Behold a rev'rend fire, whom want of grace Has made the father of a nameless race,

COMMENTARY. remove this difficulty, therefore, and consequently the objection that arises from it, the poet has given (from y 221 to 228) one certain and infallible criterion of the Ruling Paffon, which is this, that all the other passions, in the course of time, change and wear away ; while this is ever constant and vigorous; and still going on from strength to strength, to the very moment of its demolishing the miserable machine that it has now at length overworked. Of this great truth, the poet (from $ 227 to the end) gives various instances in all the principal Ruling Pasions of our nature, as they are to be found in the Man of Business, the Man of Pleasure, the Epicure, the Parcimonious, the Toast, the

Notes. VER. 227. Here honeft Na- | ancient Nobleman, who conture ends as he begins.] Hu- tinued this practice long after man nature is here humourously his legs were disabled by the called honest, as the impulse of gout. Upon the death of the ruling pasion (which the Prince George of Denmark, gives and cherishes) makes her he demanded an audience of more and more impatient of the Queen, to advise her to disguise.

preserve her health and difpel VER. 231. Lanesb’row.] An her grief by Dancing. P.

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Shov'd from the wall perhaps, or rudely press’d
By his own son, that passes by unbless’d:
Still to his wench he crawls on knocking knees,
And envies ev'ry sparrow that he sees.

A falmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate;
The doctor call'd, declares all help too late :

Mercy! cries Helluo, mercy on my “ Is there no hope ?-Alas !—then bring the jowl.”

The frugal Crone, whom praying priests attend, Still tries to save the hallow'd taper's end, Collects her breath, as ebbing life retires, For one puff more, and in that puff expires. 245

“ Odious ! in woollen ! 'twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa (poke)

No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace
Wrap my cold limbs, and shade

my

lifeless face:

COMMENTARY. Courtier, the Miser, and the Patriot; which last instance the poet has had the art, under the appearance of Satire, to turn into the noblest Compliment on the person to whom the Epistle is addrefled.

NOTES. Ver. 247. -- the last words attribute this in particular to a that poor Narcisa spoke)] This very celebrated Adress

, who, story, as well as the others, is in deteftation of the thought of founded on fact, tho' the au- being buried in woollen, gave thor had the goodness not to these her last orders with her mention the names. Several | dying breath.P.

«One would not, sure, be frightfulwhen one's dead “And -- Betty-give this Cheek a little Red.”

”. The Courtier smooth, who forty years had thin'd An humble servant to all human kind, Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could

stir, “If-where I'm going „I could serve you,

Sir? “I give and I devise (old Euclio faid, 256 And sigh’d) “my lands and tenements to Ned. Your money, Sir ; “ My money, Sir, what all? “Why,-- if I must-(then wept) I give it Paul. The Manor, Sir?--" The Manor! hold, he cry'd, “ Not that, I cannot part with that”-and dy’d.

And you! brave COBHAM, to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death: Such in those moments as in all the past,

Oh, save my Country, Heav'n!” shall be your last.

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