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Booth in his cloudy tabernacle shrin'd,
On grinning dragons thou shalt mount the wind.
Dire is the conflict, dismal is the dinn,
Here shouts all Drury, there all Lincoln's inn ; 270
Contending Theatres our empire raile,
Alike their labours, and alike their praise.

And are these wonders, Son, to thee unknown?
Unknown to thee? These wonders are thy own.
These Fate reserv'd to grace thy reign divine,

275 Foreseen by me, but ah! with-held from mine. In Lud's old walls tho' long I rul'd, renown'd Far as loud Bow's stupendous bells resound; Tho'

my own Aldermen conferr’d the bays, To me committing their eternal praise,

280 Their full-fed Heroes, their pacific May'rs, Their annual trophies, and their monthly wars : Tho' long my Party built on me their hopes, For writing Pamphlets, and for roasting Popes :

REM AR KS. Swer ; only the question till seems to be, 1. How the doing a thing against one's conscience is an excuse for it? and, 2dly. It will be hard to prove how he got the leave of Truth and Sense to quit their service, uolss he can produce a Certificate that he ever was in it.

Ver. 266, 267. Booth and Cibber were joint managers of the Theatre in Drury-lane.

VER. 268 On grinning dragons thou shalt mount the wind.] In his Letter to Mr. P. Mr, C. folemnly declares this not to be literally true. We hope therefore the reader will understand it allegorically only.

VER. 282. Annual trophies on the Lord-mayor's day : and menthly wars in the Artillery-ground.

VER. 283. Tho' long my party] Sertle, like most Party-writers, was very uncertain in his political principles. He was employed

Yet lo! in me what authors have to brag on! 285
Reduc'd at last to hiss in my own dragon.
Avert it heav'n ? that thou, my Cibber, e'er
Should'It wag a ferpent-tail in Smithfield tair !
Like the vile straw that's blown about the streets,
The needy Poet sticks to all he meets ;

290
Coach'd, carted, trod upon, now loose, now falt,
And carry'd off in fome dog's tail at last.
Happier thy fortunes! like a rolling stone,
Thy giddy dulness still shall lumber on,
Safe in its heaviness ihall never stray,

295 But lick up ev'ry blockhead in the

way. Thee shall the Patriot, thee the Courtier taste, And ev'ry year be duller than the last,

VER. 295. Safe in its heaviness, &c.} In the former Ed.

Too lafe in inborn heaviness to stray;,
And lick up ev'ry blockhead in the way.
Thy Dragons, Magistrates, and Peers shall taste,
And from each few rise duller than the last.
Till rais'd from booths, &c.

REMARKS. to hold the pen in the Character of a popis successor, but afterwards printed his Narrative on the other side. He had managed the ceremony of a famous Pope-burning on Nov. 17. 1680, then became a trooper in King James's armiy, at HounNow-heath. After the Revolution he kept a booth at Bartholomew-fair, where, in the droll called St. George for England, he acted in his old age in a Dragon of green leather of his own invention; he was at last taken into the Charter-house, and there died, aged sixty years.

VER. 297. Thee Mall the Patriot, thee the Courtier taste,} It stood in the first edition with blanks, * * and **. Concanen was sure " they must needs mean no body but King GEORGE and Queen CAROLINE; and said he " would insist it was lo, till the Poet cleared himself by

'Till rais'd froin booths, to Theatre, to Court,
Her feat imperi-1 Dulness shall transport. 300
Already Opera prepares the way,
The fure fore-runner of ber gentle sway!
Lei her thy heart, next Drabs and Dice, engage,
The third mad pallion of thy doting age.
Teach thou the warbling Polypheme to roar,

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And scream thyfelf as none e'er scream'd before !
To aid our cause, if Heav'n thou can't not bend,
Hell thou shalt move; for Faustus is our friend ;
Pluto with Cato thou for this shalt join,
And link the Mourning Bride to Proserpine. 310
Grubstreet! thy fall should men and Gods conspire,
Thy stage shall stand, ensure it but from fire.

REMARKS. filling up the blanks otherwise, agrecably to the context, " and consistent with his allegiance." Pref. to a Collection of verses, essays, letters, bc. against Mr. P. printed for A. Moor, p. 6.

Ver. 305. Polypheme] He tranflated the Italian Opera of Polifemo; but unf rtunately lost the whole jcft of the story. The Cyclops asks Ulysses his name, who tell him his name is Noran : After his eye is put out, he roars and calls the Brother Cyclops to his aid: They inquire who has hurt him? he answers Nomin; whereup in they all go away again. Our ingenious Translator made Ulylles answer, I take no name, whereby all that followed became unintelligible. Hence it appears that Mr. Cibber (who values himself on subscribing to the English Translation of Homer's Iliad) had not that merit with respect do the Odyssey, or he might have been better instructed in the Greek Pun-nology.

Ver. 308, 309. Faustus, Pluto, &c.] Names of miserable Faro ces, which it was the custom to act at ihe end of the best Tragedies, to spoil the digestion of the audience.

Ver. 312. ensure it but from Fire] In Tibbald's farce of Proferpine, a corn fic Hd was fot on fire: whereupon the other

Another Æschylus appears! prepare
For new abortions, all ye pregnant fair!
In flames, like Semele's, be brought to bed,

315 While op'ning Hell spouts wild-fire at your head.

Now Bavius take the Poppy from thy brow,
And place it here! here all ye Hernes bow !
This, this is he, foretold by ancient rhymes :
Th' Augustus born to bring Saturnian times.

320
Signs following figns lead on the mighty year!
See the dull stars roll round and re-appear.
See, fee, our own true Phæbus wears the bays !
Our Midas lits Lord Chancellor of Plays !

VER. 323. See, see. our own, &c.] In the former Ed.

Beneath his reign, Mall Eufden wear the bays,
Cibber preside Lord Chancellor of plays,
Benson sołe Judge of Architecture fit,
And Namby Pamby be preferr'd for Wit!

R E MAR K 3. play-house had a barn burnt down for the recreation of the spectators. They also rivalid each other in fhowing the burnings of hell-fire, in Dr. Faustus.

Ver. 313. Another Æschylus appears !] It is reported of Æschylus, that when his tragedy of the Furies was acted, the audience were so terrified, that the children fell into fits, and the big-bellied women miscarried. Ver. 315. like Semele's,] See Ovid. Met. iii.

IM I TA II ON S.
Ver. 319, 320. This, this is he, foretold by ancient rhymes,

TV Auguflus, G.
Hic vir, hic est! tibi quem promitti fepius audis,
Auguftus Cæfar, divum genus ; aurea condet
Secula que rursus Latio, regnata per arva
Saturno quondam

Virg. Æn. vi. Saturnian here relates to the age of Lead, mentioned book I. V. 26.

On Poets Tombs see Benson's titles writ!
Lo! Ambrose Philips is preferrd for Wit!

I see th' unfinish'd Dormitory wall,
I see the Savoy totter to her fall;
Hibernian Politics, O Swift! thy doom,
And Pope's, translating three whole years with Broome.
Proceed great days, &c.

REMARK S. 'Ver. 325. On Poets Tombs fee Benson's titles writ !] W-m Benson (Surveyor of the Buildings to his Majesty K. George I.) gave in a report to the Lords, that their house and the Painted chamber adjoining were in immediate danger of falling, Whereupon the Lords met in a committee to appoint lume other place to fit in, while the house should be taken down. But it being proposed to cause some other builders first to inspect it, they found it in a very good condition. The Lords upon this, were going upon an address to the King against Benfun, for such a misrepresentation; but the Earl of Sunderland, then secretary, gave them an assurance that his Majesty would remove him, which was done accordingly. In favour of this man, the famous Sir Christopher Wren, who had been Architect to the crown for above fifty years, who built most of the Churches in London, laid the firlit stone of St. Paul's, and lived to finith it, had been displaced from his employment at the age of near ninety years,

Ver. 326. Ambrose Philips] “ He was (faith Mr JACOB)

one of the wits at Button's, and a justice of the peace ;” But he hath suce met with higher preferment in Ireland: And a much greater character we have of him in Mr. Gildon's Con. plete Art of Poetry, vol. 1. p. 157: • Indeed he confesses, á he dares not set him quite on the same foot with Virgil, left it " should seem Aattery, but he is much mistaken if pofterity “ does not afford him a greater esteem than he ai present " enjoys.He endeavoured to create some misunderstanding “ between our Author and Mr. Addirin, whom also soon after he abused as much. His constant cry was, that Mr. P. was an Enemy to the government; and in particular he was the avowed author of a report very iudustrioully spread, that he had a hand in a party paper calied the Examiner: A fallhond we!! known to those yei living, who had the direction and publication of it.

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