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Vd. IV. facing P-5
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Shut, shut the Door, good Sohn.fatiguid I said Tye up the Knocker
, say I'm sick, I'm dead.
E P I S T L E
Dr. ARBUTHNOT. An Apology for himself and his Writings.
Being the Prologue to the Satire.
P. HUT, shụt the door, good John! fatigu'd
I said, Tye up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages ! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnaffus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, S They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, thro’ my Grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge. 10 No place is sacred, not the Church is free, Ev'n Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me:
Notes. VER. I. Shut, fhut the door, good John!] John Searle, his old and faithful servant : whom he has remembered, under that character, in his Will.
Then from the Mint walks forth the Man of rhyme,
25 And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Friend to my Life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song)
Is there a bard in durance ? turn them free,
NOTES. VER. 13. Mint) A place to which insolvent debtors retired, to enjoy an illegal protection they were there fuf. fered to afford one another, from the persecution of their creditors.
Ver. 23. Arthur,] Arthur Moore, Esq:
What Drop or Noftrium can this plague remove ?
39 This saving counsel, “ Keep your piece nine years.”
Nine years! cries he, who high in Drury-lane,
Dear Doctor, tell me, is not this a curse?
Ver. 38. honeft anguilh,) i. e. undiffembled.
Ibid. an aching head;) Alluding to the disorder he was then fo constantly afflicted with.
VER. 43. Rhymes ere be wakes,] A pleasant allufion to those words of Milton,
Distates to me flumb'ring, or inspires