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THE

TEMPLE of DULNESS.

Translated by the fame Hand.

TN Ireland's wild, úncultivated plains,

Where torpid sloth, and foggy dulness reigns,

Full many a fen infefts the putrid shore,
And many a gulph the melancholy moor.
Let not the stranger in these regions stray, :
Dark is the sky, and perilous the way ;
Beneath his foot-steps shakes the trembling ground,
Dense fogs and exhalations hover round,
And with black clouds the tender turf is crown'd.

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Here shou’d'st thou rove, by Fate's severe command, And safely reach the center of the land;

11 Thine eyes shall view, with horror and surprize, The fane of Dulness, of enormous size, Emerging from the fable cloud arise. A leaden tow'r upheaves its heavy head, 115 Vaft leaden arches press the slimy bed, The soft soil fwells beneath the load of lead. Old Matter here erected this abode, At Folly's impulse, to the Slothful God.

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e vicinia gentis.
z rupuit Bæotica tellus

a de falutis,
Promis cum fæpe per æquor
minev rolitaverit alis,
.. pria Floræ.

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And here the drone lethargic loves to ftay,
Slumb’ring the dull, inactive hours away ;
For still, unless by foreign force impreft,
The languid Goddess holds her state of rest.

Their habitation here those monsters keep,
Whom Matter father'd on the God of Sleep :
Here Zoilus, with cank’ring envy pale,
Here Mævius bids his brother Bavius, hail;
Spinoza, Epicure, and all those mobs
Of wicked wits, from Pyrrho down to Hobbes.
How can the Muse recount the numerous crew
Of frequent fools that crowd upon the view ?
Nor can learn'd Albion's fun that burns so clear,
Disperse the dulness that involves them here.
Bæotia thus remain'd, in days of yore,
Senseless and stupid, tho’ the neighb’ring shore
Afforded salutary hellebore : .
No cure exhald from Zephyr's buxom breeze,
That gently brush'd the bofom of the seas,
As oft to Lesbian fields he wing’d his way,
Fanning fair Flora, and in airy play
Breath'd balmy fighs, that melt the soul away.

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Behold that portico! how vast, how wide!
The pillars Gothic, wrought with barb'rous pride :

Sponte fuâ nihil aggreditur, dormitat in horas,
Et, sine vi, nullo gaudet Dea languida motu.

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Hic ea monftra habitant, quæ olim fub luminis auras
Materies peperit fomno patre, lividus iste "
Zoilus, & Bavio non impar Mævius ; audax
Spinoza, & Pyrrho,. cumque Hobbesio Epicurus...20
Ast omnes valeat quæ musa referre ? frequentes
Usque adeo videas Hebetes properáre !----nec adfert
Quidquam opis Anglorum doctæ vicinia gentis.
Sic quondam, ut perhibent, stupuit Bæotica tellus
Vicina licet Antycirâ, nihil inde falutis,
Nil tulit hellebori Zephyrus, cum fæpe per æquor
Felicem ad Lesbon levibus volitaverit alis,
Indigenæ mellita ferens fuspiria Floræ.

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And here the drone lethargic loves to stay,
Slumbʼring the dull, inactive hours away;
For still, unless by foreign force imprest,
The languid Goddess holds her state of reft.

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Their habitation here those monsters keep,
Whom Matter father'd on the God of Sleep :
Here Zoilus, with cank’ring envy pale,
Here Mævius bids his brother Bavius, hail;
Spinoza, Epicure, and all those mobs
Of wicked wits, from Pyrrho down to Hobbes.
How can the Muse recount the numerous crew
Of frequent fools that crowd upon the view ?
Nor can learn’d Albion's fun that burns fo clear,
Disperse the dulness that involves them here.
Boeotia thus remain’d, in days of yore,
Senseless and stupid, tho' the neighb'ring shore
Afforded salutary hellebore :
No cure exhald from Zephyr's buxom breeze,
That gently brush'd the bosom of the seas,
As oft to Lesbian fields he wing’d his way,
Fanning fair Flora, and in airy play
Breath'd balmy fighs, that melt the foul away.

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Behold that portico! how vast, how wide !
The pillars Gothic, wrought with barb'rous pride :

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