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Thou, Cibber! thou, his Laurel shalt support,
Folly, my son, has still a Friend at Court.

Lift up your Gates, ye Princes, see him come!
Sound, found ye Viols, be the Cat-call dumb!
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken Vine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.
And thou! his Aid de camp, lead on my sons, 305
Light-arm’d with Points, Antitheses, and Puns.
Let Bawdry, Billingsgate, my daughters dear,
Support his front, and Oaths bring up the rear :
And under his, and under Archer's wing,
Gaming and Grub-street skulk behind the King. 310

O! when REMARKS. Ver. 301. Lift up your Gates,] I know not what can excuse this very profane allusion to a sublime passage in the Psalms ; which was added to the last edition of the Dunciad in four books; and this too under the auspices and direction of Dr. Warburton. So again in Book iii. ver. 126. And also again Book iv. ver. 562.

“ Dove-like she gathers to her wings again.” And in the Arguments, he talks of giving a Pisgah-light of the future fulnefs of her Glory; and even of fending Priefts, and Comforters.

Ver. 309, 310. under Archers wing, ---Gaming, &c.] When the Statute against Gaming was drawn up, it was represented, that the King, by ancient custom, plays at Hazard one night in the year; and therefore a clause was inserted, with an exception as to that particular. Under this pretence, the Groom-porter had a Room appropriated to Gaming all the summer the Court was at Kenfington, which his Majesty accidentally being acquainted of, with a juft indignation prohibited. It is reported the same practice is yet continued wherever the Court resides, and the Hazard Table there open to all the professed Gamefters in Town. Greatest and juftef Sov'REIGN; know you this?

Alas! no more, than Thames' calm head can know
Whose meads his arms drown, or whose corn o'erflow."

Donne to Queen Eliz. W. This practice has been laid aside for many years.

O! when shall rise a Monarch all our own, And I, a Nursing, mother, rock the throne; 'Twixt Prince and People close the curtain draw, Shade him from Light, and cover him from Law; Fatten the Courtier, starve the learned band,

315 And suckle Armies, and dry-nurse the land : Till Senates nod to Lullabies divine, And all be sleep, as at an Ode of thine."

She ceas’d. Then swells the Chapel-royal throat : God save king Cibber! mounts in ev'ry note. 320 Familiar White's, God save king Colley! cries; God save king Colley! Drury-lane replies : To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode, But pious Needham dropt the name of God; Back to the Devil the last echoes roll,

325 And Coll! each Butcher roars at Hockley-hole.

So REMARKS. Ver. 319. Chapel-royal] The Voices and Instruments used in the service of the Chapel-royal being also employed in the performance of the Birth-day and New-year Odes. W.

VER. 324. Bul pious Needham] A Matron of great Fame, and very religious in her way; whose constant prayer it was, that she might “ get enough by her profession to leave it off in time, and make her

peace with God.” But her fate was not so happy; for being convicted, and set in the pillory, she was (to the lasting Thame of all her great Friends and Votaries) so ill used by the populace, that it put an end to her days.


VER. 304. The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.]

Quorum Imagines lambunt
Hederae fequaces."

Pers. Ver. 311. O! when shall rise a Monarch, &c.] Boileau, Lutrin, Cliant. II.

“ Hclas! qu'est devenu cet tems, cet heureux tems,

Où les Rois s'honoroient du nom de Faineans;" &c. W.

So when Jove's block defcended from on high,
(As fings thy great forefather Ogilby)
Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog 329
And the hoarse nation croak’d, God save King Log !

Ver. 325. Back to the Devil] The Devil Tavern in Fleet-street,
where these Odes are usually rehearsed before they are performed
at Court. Upon which a Wit of those times made this Epigram,
“ When Laureates make Odes, Do you ask of what sort ?

Do you ask if they're good, or are evil ?
You may judge-From the Devil they come to the Court,

from the Court to the Devil.”

W. The Epigram inserted on this Tavern, is one of the coldest and dullest that can be read. And it is not clear why the Buichers roared out the name of Colley.

VER. 328.-Ogilby) —God save King Log !] See Ogilby's Esop's Fables, where, in the story of the Frogs and their King, this excellent hemistic is to be found.

Our author manifests here, and elsewhere, a prodigious tenderness for the bad writers. We see he selects the only good paflage, perhaps, in all that ever Ogilby writ; which shews how candid and patient a reader he must have been.

But how much all indulgence is lost upon these people may appear from the just reflection made on their constant conduct and conftant fate, in the following Epigram:

« Ye little Wits, that gleam'd a while,

When Pope vouchsaf'd a ray,
Alas! depriv'd of his kind smile,

How soon ye fade away!
" To compass Phoebus' car about,

Thus empty vapours rise ;
Each lends his cloud, to put him out,

That rear'd him to the skies.

• Alas! those skies are not your sphere;

There He shall ever burn :
Weep, weep, and fall! for Earth ye were,

And must to Earth return."

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Games and sports of various kinds ; not instituted by the iZero, as by Aeneas in Virgil, but for greater honour by the Gojdess in perfon (in like manner as the games Pythia, Isthmia, &c. were anciently said to be ordained by the Gods, and as Thetis herself appearing, according to Homer, Ody]. xxiv. proposed the prizes in honour of her fon Achilles). Hither flock the Poets and Critics, attended, as is but just, with their Patrons and Bookfellers. The Goddess is first pleased, for her disport, to propose games to the Booksellers, and setteth up the phantom of a Poet, which they contend to overtake. The Races defcriled, with their divers accidents. Next, the game for a Poetess. Then follow the Exercises for the Poets, of tickling, vociferating, diving: The first holds forth the arts and practices of Dedicators, the second of Disputants and fuftian Poets, the third of profound, dark, and dirty Party-writers. Lastly, for the Critics, the Goddess proposes ( with great propriety) an Exercise, not of their parts, but their patience, in hearing the works of two voluminous Authors, the one in verse, and the other in prose, deliberately read,


without feeping : The various effects of which, with the several degrees and manners of their operation, are here set forth; till the whole number, not of Critics only, but of spectators, actors, and all present, fall fast asleep; which naturally and necessarily ends the games.

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