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Or should one pound of powder less bespread
Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another. But here's the captain that will plague them both, Whose air cries • Arm ! whose very look 's an oath :
261 The captain ’s honest, sirs, and that's enough, Though his soul's bullet, and his body buff. He spits fore-right; his haughty chest before, Like battering-rams, beats open every door; 265 And with a face as red, and as awry, As Herod's hang-dogs in old tapestry; Scarecrow to boys, the breeding woman's curse, Has yet a strange ambition to look worse; Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe, 270 Jests like a licensed fool, commands like law.
Frighted, I quit the room, but leave it so As men from jails to execution go;
256 Or Gonson. A well-known police magistrate, the sir John Fielding of his day.
Go through the great chamber (why is it hung
* A giant famous in romances,
For hung with deadly sins I see the wall,
Courts are too much for wits so weak as mine:
THE SAT I RES.
WRITTEN IN MDCCXXXVIII.
The first part of this poem was named from the year in which it was published—One thousand seven hundred and thirty-eight: a dialogue something like Horace: printed for Cooper.' The second part was printed in the same year, for Dodsley, Pall Mall.
The Epilogue is one of the most powerful productions which Pope ever gave to the world: it is, throughout, a vivid and rapid declamation on the degeneracy of England, which he pronounces to be rushing to her ruin. The picture is overcharged; but some grounds were discoverable for the fear, in the violent factions, the court intrigues, the popular tumults, and the growing irreligion of the time. The jacobite principles still fermented through the country; and, though Pope's religious and political feelings were alike enlisted for the Stuarts; yet, even in the poet himself, strong natural alarm must have been excited by the direct prospect of a collision between the restored despotism and the newlyasserted liberty, the religion of Rome and the Reformation.
Warton speaks of this poem as exercising more than Pope's habitual care :— I have often heard Dodsley say, that he was employed by the author to copy both the Dia
logues fairly: every line was then written twice, over; a clear transcript was delivered to Pope; and when he afterwards sent it to Dodsley to be printed, he found that every line had been written twice over a second time! The name of Epilogue to the Satires was given probably in contrast to the Epistle to Arbuthnot, named the Prologue. The first part was published on the same morning with Johnson's celebrated' London : Pope gave high praise to the anonymous work, and predicted that its author would soon be déterré ;-a prediction, which, however, was not accomplished for thirty unhappy years.
F. Not twice a twelvemonth you appear in print;
After ver. 2 in the Ms.
You don't, I hope, pretend to quit the trade,