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F. 'I'd write no more.

P. Not write ? but then I think,
* And for my soul I cannot sleep a wink.
I nod in company, I wake at night,
Fools rush into my head, and so I write.

14 F. You could not do a worse thing for your

life. Why, if the nights seem tedious--take a Wife: 'Or rather truly, if your point be rest, Lettuce and cowslip-wine; Probatum est. But talk with Celsus, Celsus will advise

19 Hartshorn, or something that shall close your eyes.



of the world, the feat of arts, empire, and glory, now lies sunk in sloth, ignorance, and poverty ; enslaved to the most cruel, as well as to the most contemptible of tyrants, superstition and reli. gious impofture: while this remote country, antiently the jest and contempt of the polite Romans, is become the happy feat, of liberty, plenty, and letters; flourishing in all the arts and refinements of civil life; yet running, perhaps, the same course which Rome itself had run before it ; from virtuous industry to wealth ; from wealth to luxury; from luxury to an impatience of discipline and corruption of morals; till, by a total degeneracy and loss of virtue, being grown ripe for destruction, it falls a prey at last to fome hardy oppressor, and, with the loss of liberty lofing every thing else that is valuable, finks gradually again into its original barbarism."

WARTON. Ver. 11, Not write ? &c.] He has omitted the most humor, ous part of the answer,

Peream male, fi non

Oplimum erat : and has lost the grace, by not imitating the conciseness, of

verunc nequeo

dormire. For conciseness, when it is clear, (as in this place,) gives the highest grace to elegance of exprellion.-But what follows is as much above the Original, as this falls short of it.


8 Aut, fi tantus amor scribendi te rapit, aude CÆSARIS invecti res dicere, "multa laborum Præmia laturus.

H. Cupidum, pater optime, vires Deficiunt: i neque enim quivis horrentia pilis Agmina, nec fracta pereuntes cuspide Gallos, Aut labentis equo describat vulnera Parthi.

T. * Attamen et justum poteras, et fcribere fortem; Scipiadam ut sapiens Lucilius. H. Haud mihi deero,



Ver. 23. IVhat? like Sir Richard, &c.] Mr. Molyneux, a great Mathematician and Philosopher, had a high opinion of Sir Richard Blackmore's poetic vein. All our English poets, except Nilton, (says he, in a Letter to Mr. Locke,) have been mere ballad. makers in comparison of him. And Mr. Locke, in answer to this observation, replies, I find, will pleasure, a sirange harmony through. out, between your thoughts and mine. Just so, a Roman Lawyer, and a Greek Historian, thought of the poetry of Cicero. But these being judgments made by men out of their own profession, are little regarded. And Pope and Juvenal will make Blackmore and Tully pass for Poetalters to the world's end. WARBURTON. - Pope lias turned the compliment to Auguftus into a severe far. casm. All the wits frein to have leagued against Sir Richard Blackmore. In a letter now lying before me from Elijah Fenton to my father, dated Jan. 24, 1707, he says, “I am glad to hear Mr. Phillips will publith his Pomona : Who prints it? I shall be mightily obliged to you if you could get me a copy of his verses against Blackinoie.” As the letter contains one or two literary particulars, I will transcribe the rest. As 6 to what


write about making a collection, I can only advise you to bay what poems you can, that Tonson has printed, except the Ode to the Sm; unless you will take it in, because I writ it; which I am freer to own, that Mat. Prior may not fuffer in his reputation by having it ascribed to him. My humble service to Mr. Sacheverell,


Or, if you needs must write, write CÆSAR's Praise, You'll gain at least a Knighthood, or the Bays. P, What? like Sir i Richard, rumbling, rough,

and fierce, With Arms, and GEORGE, and BRUNSWICK crowd

the verse, Rend with tremendous found your ears afunder, 25 With Gun, Drum, Trumpet, Blunderbuss, and

Or nobly wild, with Budgel's fire and force,
Paint Angels trembling round his falling Horse?

F. Then all your Muse's softer art display,
Let CAROLINA smooth the tuneful lay,

30 Lull with AMELIA's liquid name the Nine, And sweetly flow through all the Royal Line.

P. Alas!


ters to a

and tell him; I will never iinitate Milton more, till the author of Blenheim is forgotten.” In vain was Blackmore extolled by Molyneux and Locke: but Locke, to his other fuperior talents, did not add good taste. He affected to despise poetry, and he depreciated the antients: which circumstance, as I was informed by the late Mr. James Harris, his relation, tras the source of perpe. tual discontent and dispute betwixt him and his pupil Lord Shaftesbury; who, in many parts of his Characteristics, and Let

Clergyman, has ridiculed Locke's selfish philosophy, and has represented him as a disciple of Hobbes; from which writer it mult in truth be confessed that Locke borrowed frequently and largely. Locke had not the fine taste of a greater philosopher, I

Galileo, who wrote a comment on Ariosto full of just criticism, and whose letter to Fr. Rinuccini on this subject may be seen in Martinelli's Letters, p. 255. London, 1758.

Warton. VER. 28. falling Horse ?] The horse on which his Majesty charged at the battle of Oudenard; when the Pretender, and the Princes , .

of the blood of France, filed before him. WARBURTON.


Cum res ipfa feret : 'nisi dextro tempore, Flacci
Verba per attentam non ibunt Cæfaris aurem :
Cui male si palpere, recalcitrat undique tutus.

T. "Quanto rectius hoc, quam tristi lædere versu
Pantolabum scurram, Nomentanumve nepotem ?
• Cum fibi quisque timet, quanquam est intactus, et

H. Quid faciam ? faltat Milonius, ut femel icto
Accessit fervor capiti, numerusque lucernis.

Castor gaudet equis ; ovo prognatus eodem,
Pugnis. quot capitum vivunt, totidem ftudiorum





VER. 39. Abuse the City's best good men in metre, ] The best good Man, a City phrase for the riche?. Metre -not used here purely to help the verse, but to fhew what it is a Citizen esteems the greatest aggravation of the offence.

WARBURTON. VER. 42. What should ail 'em ??] Horace hints at one reason, that each fears his own turn may be next; his imitator gives another, and with more art, a reason which infinuates, that his very levity, in using feigned names, increases the number of his Enemies, who suspect they may be included under that cover. WARBURTON.

Ver. 45. Each mortal] These words, indeed, open the sense of Horace; but the quid faciam is better, as it leaves it to the reader to discover, what is one of Horace's greatest beauties, his secret and delicate tranfitions and connections, to which thofe who do not carefully attend, lose half the pleafure of reading him. Warton.

Ver. 46. Darty his Ham-pre;] This lover of Ham-pye owned the fidelity of the Poet's pencil; and said, he had done justice to his taste; but that if, instead of Ham-pye, he had given him Sweetpye, he never could have pardoned him.

WARBURTON. Lyttelton, in his Dialogues of the Dead, has introduced Darte. nenf, in a pleasant discourse betwixt him and Apicius, bitterly la. menting his ill-fortune in having lived before turtle-feafts were known in England. The story of the Ham.pye was confirmed by Mr. Dodfley, who knew Darteneuf, and, as he candidly ewned, had waited on him at dinaer


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P. 'Alas! few verses touch their nicer ear; They scarce can bear their Laureat twice a year ; And justly CÆSAR scorns the Poet's lays, 35 It is to History he trusts for Praise.

F. " Better be Cibber, I'll maintain it still,
Than ridicule all Taste, blaspheme Quadrille,
Abuse the City's best good men in metre,
And laugh at Peers that put their trust in Peter. 40
* Ev’n those you touch not hate you.

P. What should ail 'em?
F. A hundred smart in Timon and in Balaam:
The fewer still you name, you wound the more;
Bond is but one, but Harpax is a score.

P. Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny 45
Scarsdale his bottle, Darty his Ham-pye;
Ridotta sips and dances, till she fee
The doubling Lustres dance as fast as she ;
?F... loves the Senate, Hockley-hole his brother,
Like in all else, as cne Egg to another.

50 I love


VER. 50. Like in all else,] This parallel is not happy and exact: To lhew the variety of human paffions and pursuits, Castor and Pollux were unlike, even though they came from one and the fame egg. This is far more extraordinary and marvellous than that two common brothers lould have different inclinations. And afterwards, Ver. 51.

“ I love to pour out all myself, as plain

As downright SHIPPEN, or as old Montagne.” My chief pleasure is to write Satires like Lucilius," says Horace. “My chief pleasure,” says Pope,“ is-what? to speak my mind freely and openly.” There should have been an instanceof some employment, and not a virtuous habit. WARBURTON,

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