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Ev'n such small Critics some regard may claim, Preserv'd in Milton's or in Shakespear's name.

NOTES. His fon Joseph, and Salnafius had indeed such endowments of nature and art, as might have raised modern learning to a rivalship with the ancient. Yet how did they and their adversaries tear and worry one another? The choiceft of "Joseph's flowers of speech were, Stercus Liaboli, and Lurum fiercore maceratum. It is true, these were lavished upon his enemies; for his friends he had other things in Iture. In a letter to Thuanus, speaking of two of them, Clavius and Lipsius, he calls the first, a monfer of ignorance ; and the other, a slave to the Fcfuits, and an idiot. But so great was his love of facred amity at the fame time, that he says, I fill keep up my correspondence with him, notwithstanding his Idiotry, for it is my principle to be con/lant in my friendships -Je ne relle de luy efcrire, nonobftant fin Idioerie, d'autant que je suis constant en amitié. The character he gives of his own Chronology, in the same letter, is no less extraordinary: Vous vous pouvez assurer que noftre Eusebe sera un trésor des merveilles de la doctrine Chronologique. But this modeit account of his own work, is nothing in comparison of the idea the Father gives his Bookseller of his own Perfon. Who, when he was preparing something of Julius Scaliger's for the Press, delired the Author would give him directions concerning his Picture, which was to be set before the book. Whose answer (as it stands in his collection of Letters) is, that if the engraver could collect together the several graces of Mafinilla, Xenophon, and Plato, he might then be enabled to give the public fome faint and imperfect resemblance of his Peifon. Nor was Salmasius's judg. ment of his own parts less favourable to himself; as Mr. Colomies tells the story. This Critic, on a time, meeting two of his brethren, Meil. Gaulmin and Mauspac, in the Royal Library at Paris, Gaulmin, in a virtuous consciousness of their Importance, told the other two, that he believed, they three could make head against all the learned in Europe: To which the great Salmafius hercely replied, “ Do you and M. Maussac join

yourselves to all that are learned in the world, and you Thall “ find that I alone am a match for you all.”

Vossiustells us, that when Laur. Valla had snarld at every name of the first order in antiquity, such as Ariftotle, Cicero. and one

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms 152 Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or wornis?

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The things we know, are neither rich nor rare, 171
But wonder how the devil they got there.

Were others angry: I excus'd them too;
Well might they rage, I gave them but their due.
A man's true merit 'tis not hard to find; 175
But each man's secret standard in his mind,
That Casting-weight pride adds to emptiness,
This, who can gratify? for who can guess ?
The Bard whom pilfer'd Pastorals renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a Crown, 180
Just writes to make his barrenness

And strains from hard-bound brains, cight lines a

He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft,
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left:184
And He, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning,
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning:

as a toad, or a beetle, become pleasing when well represented
in a work of Art. But it is no lesz eminent for the beauty of
the thought. Por though a scribler exifts by being thus incor-
porated, yet he exists intombed, a latting monument of the
wrath of the Muscs.

VER. 173. Were others angry :) The Poets.

Ver. 174. - I gave them but their due.] Our Author always found those he commended less sensible than those he reproved. The reason is plain. He gave the latter but their due; and the other thought they had no more.

Ver. 180.- a Perfon tale.] Amb. Philips translated a Book çalled the Persian tales.

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And He, whose fustian's so sublimely bad,
It is not Poetry, but prose run mad:
All these, my modest Satire bad translate,
And own'd that nine such Poets made a Tate. 190
How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe!
And swear, not Addison himself was safe.

Peace to all such ! but were there One whose fires True Genius kindles, and fair Fame inspires ;

NOTES. Ver. 186. Means not, but blunders round about a meaning:] A case common both to Poets and Critics of a certain order; only with this difference, that the Poet writes himself out of his own meaning; and the Critic never gets into another man's. Yet both keep going on, and blundering round about their subject, as benighted people are wont to do, who seek for an entrance which they cannot find.

Ver. 189. All these, my modest Satire bad transate,] See their works, in the Translations of classical books by several hands.

VER. 190. nine such Poets, &c.] Alluding, not to the nine Muses, but to nine Taylors.

Ver. 192. And swear, not Addison himself was safe.] This is an artful preparative for the following transition; and finely obviates what might be thought unfavourably of the severity of the satire, by those who were strangers to the provocation.

Ver. 193. But were there One whose fires &c.] Our Poet's friendship with Mr. Addison began in the year 1713. It was cultivated, on both sides, with all the marks of mutual esteem and affection, and constant intercourse of good offices. Mr. Addison was always commending moderation, warned his friend against a blind attachment to party, and blamed Steele for his indiscreet zeal. The translation of the Iliad being now on foot, he recommended it to the public, and joined with the Tories in pushing the subscription; but at the same time advised Mr. Pope not to be content with the applause of one half of the nation. On the other hand, Mr. Pope made his friend's Interest his own (fce note on y 215. 1 Ep. B. ii. of Hor.) and, when


Of all mad creatures, if the learn’d are right, 105
It is the slaver kills, and not the bite
A fool quite angry

is quite innocent:
Alas! 'tis ten times worse when they repent.

One dedicates in high heroic prose, And ridicules beyond a hundred foes : One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend, And more abusive, calls himself my friend. This prints my Letters, that expects a bribe, And others roar aloud, Subfcribe, subscribe.”

There are, who to my person pay their court:115 I cough like Horace, and, tho' lean, am short, Ammon's great son one shoulder had too high, Such Ovid's nose, and “ Sir! you have an Eye--

obliging creatures, make me fee All that disgrac'd my Betters, met in me.

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VER. 111. in the MS.

For song, for filence fome expect a bribe;
And other roar aloud, “ Subscribe, subscribe."
Time, praise, or money, is the least they crave;
Yet each declares the other fool or knave.

NOTES. 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, sharp, and piercing. It was done to intimate, that flattery was as odious to him when there was some ground for commendation, as when there was none.

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