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Embrace, embrace, my sons! be foes no more!
Nor glad vile Poets with true Critics gore.

Behold yon Pair, in strict embraces join'd;
How like in Manners, and how like in mind !

180 Equal


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After ver. 180. in many Editions, stood,

Fam'd for Good-nature, Burnet, and for truth;
Ducket for pious passion to the youth.

in truth he looked upon him with some e teem, for hav-
ing (more generoudly than all the rest) set his Name to
such writings. He was also a very old man at this
time. By his own account of himself in Mr. Jacob's
Lives, he must have been above threefcore, and happily
lived many years after. So that he was senior to Mr.
D'Urfey, who hitherto of all our Poets enjoyed the
longest bodily life.

Ver. 179. Behold yon Pair, &c.] One of these was Author of a weekly paper called The Grumbler, as the other was concerned in another called Pasquin, in which Mr. Pope was abuled with the Duke of Buckingham, and Bishop of Rochester. They also joined in a piece against his first undertaking to translate the Iliad, intituled, Homerides, by Sir Iliad Doggrel, printed 1715.

Of the other works of these Gentlemen the world has heard no more, than it would of Mr. Pope's, had their united laudable endeavours discouraged him from purTuing his studies. How few good works had ever appeared (since men of true merit are always the least preSuming) had there been always such champions to itifle them in their conception ? And were it not better for the public, that a million of monsters should come into the world, which are sure to die as soon as born, than that the serpents fhould strangle one Hercules in his Cradle?


Equal in wit, and equally polite,
Shall this a Pasquin, that a Grumbler write;
Like are their merits, like rewards they share,
That shines a Consul, this Commissioner.
“ But who is he, in closet close y-pent,

185 « Of sober face, with learned duft besprent?” Right well mine eyes arede the myster wight, On parchment scraps y-fed, and Wormius hight. To future ages may thy dulness last, As thou preserv'st the dulness of the past !

190 There,


The union of these two authors gave occasion to this Epigram:

« Burnet and Ducket, friends in spite,

“ Came hissing out in verse 3
“ Both were so forward, each would write,

“ So dull, each hung an A-
“ Thus Amphilbona (I have read)

" At either end assails;
« None knows which leads or which is led,

« For both heads are but Tails." After many Editions of this poem, the Author thought fit to omit the names of these two perfons, whose injury to him was of so old a date.

Ver. 184. That shines a Consul, this Commissioner.] Such places were given at this time to such fort of Writers.

Ver. 187. myster wight,] Uncouth mortal.

Ver. 188. Wormius hight.] Let not this name, purely fiétitious, be conceited to mean the learned Olaus Wormius ; much less (as it was unwarrantably foifted into the surreptitious editions) our own Antiquary Mr. Thomas Hearne, who had no way aggrieved our Poet, but on the contrary published many curious tracts which he hath to his great contentment perused.

There, dim-in clouds, the poring Scholiasts mark,
Wits, who, like owls, see only in the dark,
A Lumberhouse of books in every

head, For ever reading, never to be read!

But, where each Science lifts its modern type,
History her Pot, Divinity her Pipe,
While proud Philosophy repines to show,
Dishonest fight ! his breeches rent below;
Imbrown'd with native bronze, lo! Henley stands,
Tuning his voice, and balancing his hands.




Ver. 197. in the first Edit. it was,

And proud Philosophy with breeches tore,
And English music with a dismal score.
Fast by in darkness palpable infrin'd
W-s, B-r, M-n, all the poring kind.


Ver. 192. Wits, who, like owls, &c.] These few lines exactly describe the right verbal critic: the darker his author is, the better he is pleased ; like the famous Quack Doctor, who put up in his bills, he delighted in matters of difficulty. Somebody said well of these men, that their heads were Libraries out of Order.

Ver. 199. lo! Henley ftands, &c.] J. Henley the Orator; he preached on the Sundays upon Theological matters, and on the Wednesdays upon all other sciences. Each auditor paid one fhilling. He declaimed some years againft the greatest persons, and occasionally did our author that honour. WILSTED, in Oratory Transactions, N. 1. published by Henley himlelf, gives the following account of him. « He was born at Melton“ Mowbray in Leicestershire. From his own Pariih " (chool he went to St. John's College in Cambridge.

" He

How fluent nonsense trickles from his tongue !
How sweet the periods, neither said, nor sung!



“ He began there to be uneasy; for it shocked him to « find he was commanded to believe against his own “ judgment in points of Religion, Philosophy, &c. for “ his genius leading him freely to dispute all propofi« tions, and call all points to account, he was impa. “ tient under those fetters of the free-born mind.-Be« ing admitted to Priest's orders, he found the examin“ ation very short and superficial, and that it was not ne« cessary to conform to the Christian religion, in order “ either to Deaconship or Priesthood." He came to town, and, after having for some years been a writer for Booksellers, he had an ambition to be so for Ministers of State. The only reason he did not rise in the Church, we are told, " was the envy of others, and a “ difrelish entertained of him, because he was not qua“ lified to be a complete Spaniel.” However, he offered the service of his pen to two great men, of opinions and interests directly opposite; by both of whom being rejected, he set up a new Project, and styled himself the Restorer of ancient Eloquence. He thought “ it as “ lawful to take a licence from the King and Parlia“ ment in one place, as another; at Hickes's Hall, as “ at Doctor's Commons; so set up his Oratory in New“port-market, Butcher-row. There (says his friend) " he had the assurance to form a plan, which no mortal “ ever thought of ; he had success against all oppofi« tion; challenged his adversaries to fair disputations, “ and none would dispute with him; writ, read, and “ studied twelve hours a day; composed three disserta“ tions a week on all subjects; undertook to teach in “ one year what schools and universities teach in five; “ was not terrified by menaces, insults, or satires, but “ still proceeded, matured his bold scheme, and put the

“ Church,

Still break the benches, Henley! with thy strain,
While Sherlock, Hare, and Gibson, preach in vain.
Oh great Restorer of the good old Stage,

Preacher at once, and Zany of thy age !
Oh worthy thou of Ægypt's wise abodes,
A decent priest, where monkeys were the gods !
But Fate with Butchers plac'd thy priestly stall,
Meek modern faith to murder, hack, and mawl;
And bade thee live, to crown Britannia’s praise,
In Toland's, Tindal's, and in Woolston's days.



VARIATIONS. Ver. 204. In former Ed.

While K**, B**, W**, preach in vain.
After ver. 212, followed, in former Ed.

Here too, great Woolston ! here exalt thy throne,
And prove, no miracles can match thy own.


« Church, and all that in danger.” Welster, Narrative in Orat. Transact. N. I.

After having stood fome Prosecutions, he turned his rhetoric to buffoonry upon all public and private occurrences. All this passed in the lame room ; where fometimes he broke jests, and sometimes that bread which he called the Primitive Eucharist. This wonderful person struck Medals, which he dispersed as Tickets to his subscribers : the device, a star rising to the meridian, with this motto, AD SVMMA; and below, INVENIAM VIAM AVT FACIAM. This man had an hundred pounds a-year given him for the secret service of a weekly paper of unintelligible nonsense, called the Hyp-Doctor.

Ver. 204. Sherlock, Hare, Gibson, ] Bishops of Salisbury, Chicheiter, and London; whose Sermons and VOL. III.


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