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That Cafting-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 appear, And strains from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year; 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: And He, whose fuftian's fo sublimely bad, It is not Poetry, but profe run mad : , All these, my modeft Satire bad translate, And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate. 190 How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe! And swear, not Addison himself was fafe.
Notes. Ver. 180.ma Perfian tale.) Amb. Philips translated a Book called the Perfian tales.
P. Ver. 184. Steals much, spends little, and bas nothing left:] A fine improvement of this line of Boileau,
Qui toujours emprunt, et jamais ne gagne rien.
Ver. 186. Means not, but blunders round about a meaning:] A case common both to Poets and Critics of a cer. tain 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.
Peace to all such! but were there One whose fires
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, 1 · Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike;
Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend, 205
Who, if two Wits on rival themes contest,
Approves of each, but likes the worst the best. Alluding to Mr. P.'s and Tickell's Translation of the forft Book of the Iliad.
Like Cato, give his little Senate laws,
What tho'my Name stood rubric on the walls,
Notes. Ver.214. Atticus] It was a great falfhood, which some of the Libels reported, that this Character was written after the Gentleman's death ; which fee refuted in the Testimonies prefixed to the Dunciad. But the occasion of writing it was such as he would not make public out of regard to his memory: and all that could further be done was to omit the name, in the Edition of his Works. P. · Ver. 216. claps, in capitals?] The bills of QuackDoctors and Quack Bookfellers being usually pasted toge. ther on the same posts.
VER, 218. On wings of winds came flying all abroad?] Hopkins, in the civih Pralm.
Nor like a puppy, daggled thro' the town, ,
Proud as Apollo on his förked hill,
To Bards reciting he vouchsaf'd a nod,
Notes. Ver. 236.-a true Pindar food without a head] Ridicules the affectation of Antiquaries, who frequently exhibit the headless Trunks and Terms of Statues, for Plato, Homer, Pindar, &c. Vide Fulv. Urfin. &C.
Dryden alone (what wonder?) came not nigh, 245
May some choice patron bless each gray goofe quill! May ev'ry Bavius have his Bufo ftill!
250 So when a Statesman wants a day's defence, i Or Envy holds a whole week's war with Sense, Or simple pride for flatt’ry inakes demands, May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands! Blest be the Great! for those they take away, 255 And those they left me; for they left me GAY; Left me to see neglected Genius bloom, Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb: Of all thy blameless life the sole return
259 My Verse, and Queensb'ry weeping o'er thy urn!
Oh let me live my own, and die fo too! (To live and die is all I have to do:), Maintain a Poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please : Above a Patron, tho' I condescend
265 Sometimes to call a Minister my friend.
Notes. Ver. 248.- help'd to bury] Mr. Dryden, after having liv'd in exigencies, had a magnificent Funeral bestow'd up. on him by the contribution of several persons of Quality. P.
Ver. 265.-tho' I condescend &c.] He thought it, and he justly thought it, a condescension in an bonefi Man to accept the friendship of any one, how high soever, whose