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Abuse the city's best good men in metre,
And laugh at peers that put
their trust in Peter. 40
Ev'n those you
touch not hate you.
P. What should ail 'em?
F. A hundred smart in Timon and in Balaam : The fewer still you name, you wound the more; Bond is but one, but Harpax is a score.
P. Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny
I love to pour out all myself, as plain
The soul stood forth, nor kept a thought within
VER.46. Darty] Lyttelton, in his Dialogues of the Dead, has introduced Darteneuf, in a pleasant discourse betwixt him and Apicius, bitterly lamenting his ill-fortune in having lived before turtlefeasts were known in England. The story of the ham-pye was confirmed by Mr. Dodsley, who knew Darteneuf, and, as he candidly owned, had waited on him at dinner.
VER. 52. Downright SHIPPEN,] M. P. for Newton, Lancashire, a Jacobite.
My foes shall wish my life a longer date,
And ev'ry friend the less lament my fate.
My head and heart thus flowing through my quill,
Like good Erasmus in an honest mean,
While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory.
Swords, pikes, and guns, with everlasting rust!
Peace is my dear delight-not FLEURY's more :
But touch me, and no minister so sore.
Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage,
VER. 70. To run a muck,] Alludes to a practice among the Malayans, who are great gamesters; which is, that when a man has lost all his property, he intoxicates himself with opium, works himself up to a fit of phrenzy, rushes into the streets, and attacks and murders all he meets.
VER. 81. Delia's rage.] A Miss Mackenzie died about this time, and was supposed to have been poisoned from jealousy. A hint of this kind was sufficient for Pope. The person alluded to was Lady D-ne.
From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate,
Its proper pow'r to hurt, each creature feels;
Whether the darken'd room to muse invite,
Like Lee or Budgel, I will rhyme and print.
F. Alas, young man! your days can ne'er be long;
In flow'r of age you perish for a song!
Plums and directors, Shylock and his wife,
Will club their testers, now, to take your life!
P. What? arm'd for virtue when I point the pen,
Brand the bold front of shameless guilty men;
Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car ;
Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star;
VER. 100. Like Lee or Budgel,] Lee, the dramatic writer, a true genius, is here coupled with Budgel.
Can there be wanting, to defend her cause,
And I not strip the gilding off a knave,
Unplac'd, unpension'd, no man's heir, or slave?
I will, or perish in the gen'rous cause:
Hear this, and tremble! you, who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave
Shall walk the world, in credit, to his
VER. 129. And HE, whose lightning, &c.] Charles Mordaunt Earl of Peterborow, who in the year 1705 took Barcelona, and in the winter following, with only 280 horse and 900 foot, enterprised and accomplished the conquest of Valentia.
Envy must own, I live among the great, No pimp of pleasure, and no spy of state,
With eyes that pry not, tongue that ne'er repeats,
This all who know me, know; who love me, tell;
F. Your plea is good; but still I say, beware!
See Libels, Satires-here you have it read.
P. Libels and Satires! lawless things indeed! 150
But grave epistles, bringing vice to light,
Such as a king might read, a bishop write.
The case is alter'd-you may then proceed;