All figns of loathing; but fince I am in, And says, Sir, can you spare me? I faid, Willingly; my Crown; fcant All the Court fill'd with more ftrange things than he) NOTES. Ran finuated something to his disparagement at Court. Pope, how. ever, had no right to complain, confidering the acrimony of his abuse, and his known principles. I have no doubt he was induced to verify this Satire, that he might more covertly point his fatire against Courts and Kings. VER. 184. Bear me,] These four lines are wonderfully sublime. His impatience in this region of vice, is like that of Virgil in the region of heat. They both call out, as if they were half stifled by the fulphury air of the place, "O qui me gelidis ——” "Oh quickly bear me hence” WARBURTON. The next twenty two lines are not only far fuperior to the Original, but, perhaps, equal to any Pope ever wrote, or to any in our language in rhyme. The 188th and 189th lines in the first Edition ran thus, Here ftill reflection led on fober thought, I quak'd at heart; and still afraid, to see 180 And dreads more actions, hurries from a jail. And forc'd ev'n me to see the damn'd at Court. 190 Not NOTES. It may indeed be urged, that thefe lines, though containing exquifite poetry, are not of an uniform tone with the reft of the piece. But fuch a frigid objection ought to vanish before so much excellence. WARTON. VER. 184. Bear me, fome God, &c.] Pope appears to have adopted his expreffion from Hughes's Thought in a Garden; Delightful manfion! bleft retreat! Here Contemplation prunes her wings : Nor is it improbable, that Pope retained in memory Mrs. Chandler's beautiful verfes on Solitude: Sweet Solitude, the Muse's dear delight, WAKEFIELD. Ran from thence with fuch, or more haste than one My piteous foul began the wretchedness Of fuitors at court to mourn, and a trance I faw at court, and worse and more. Low fear Such as fwells the bladder of our court? I NOTES. Think VER. 192. Not Dante dreaming] It is only within a few years that the merits of this great and original Poet were attended to, and made known in this country. And this feems to be owing to a translation of the very pathetic story of Count Ugolino; to the judicious and fpirited fummary given of this poem, in the 31ft fection of the History of English Poetry; and to Mr. Hayley's elegant translation of the three cantos of the Inferno. Notwithstanding the feeble and tasteless attacks of Voltaire, real judges will ever think that it abounds in many ftrokes of the true fublime, and the pathetic, though mix'd with the ftrongeft traits of the fatiric. With what vigour and vehemence has he justly lafhed the profligacy, the tyranny, and the corruptions of the Church of Rome, being one of the very first writers that called her the Great Harlot in the Apocalypfe, canto 19, of the Inferno? Nor has he been lefs fevere on cruel and defpotic princes; and in one place Not Dante dreaming all th' infernal state NOTES. 195 200 205 Now place makes Hugh Capet confefs that his father was a butcher: Figliuol d' un' Beccaio di Parigi. Purgat. canto 20 and own himself the cause and origin of much mischief to Christendom : I fui radice de la mala pianta, Che la terra Chriftiana tutta aduggia, Si che buon frutto rado se ne schianta, I only just add, that Mr. Addison appears not to have read Dante, from his never once referring to him in his Criticisms on Milton, who was fuch an admirer and imitator of this great Italian Poet. Algarotti juftly laments the loss of an ineftimable treature, a copy of Dante, which Michael Angelo had enriched with defigns drawn with his pen, on the margin of each leaf. Dante was justly ftyled, Il poeta dell' evidenza. These first stanzas of the 24th canto of the Inferno, printed in Dodfley's Mufæum, No. 2. page 57. is by Mr. Spence. Voltaire abfurdly calls Il Inferno, "Ce Salmigondis." WARTON. Think he which made your Waxen* garden, and With us at London, flouts our Courtiers; for Some of the stocks are t; their fruits bastard all. Had all the morning held, now the fecond Wants reach all states: me seems they do as well NOTES. Shall A fhow of the Italian Garden in Waxwork, in the time of King James the First. † i. e. of wood. РОРЕ. WARBURTON. VER. 206. Court in wax!] A famous fhew of the Court of France, in Wax-work. POPE. VER. 213. At Figs', at White's.] White's was a noted gaming. houfe: Fig's, a Prize fighter's Academy, where the young Nobility received inftruction in thofe days: It was alfo customary for the Nobility and Gentry to visit the condemned criminals in NewPOPE. gate. VER. 218. "That's Velvet] Much fuperior to the Original in brevity and elegance: the next line is a stricture on the act for licenfing |