Much do I fuffer, much, to keep in peace In vain, bad Rhymers all mankind reject, They treat themselves with moft profound refpect; Multa fero, ut placem genus irritabile vatum, 150 155 160 • Ridentur mala qui componunt carmina: verum: Cum tabulis animum cenforis fumet honefti :: NOTE S.. VER. 159. not a word they spare-That wants or force, or light, or weight, or care.] Force and light refpect figurative expression; and fignify, that it be fuch as awakes the imagination, and be taken from obvious fubjects; for without the first quality it will want force; without the other, light. Weight and care respect literal expreffion, the first marking out the character of the verb; the other of the noun; and fignify that, in ever propofition, the attribute fhould be important, and the fubje precife. Howe'er unwillingly it quits its place, 165 Nay tho' at Court (perhaps) it may find grace: Then polish all, with fo much life and ease, 170 } 175 Verba movere loco; quamvis invita recedant, NOTE S. VER. 170. For Use will father what's begot by Senfe.] A very fine and happy improvement on the expreffion, if not on the thought, of his original. "But eafe in writing flows from Art, not chance; Ludentis fpeciem dabit, et torquebitur, ut qui Poffet qui rupem, et puteum vitare patentem. NOTE S. 185 190 VER. 184. There liv'd in primo Georgii, etc.] The imitation of this ftory of the Madman is as much fuperior to his original, in the fine and eafy manner of telling, as that of Lucullus's Soldier comes fhort of it. It is true, the turn Horace's madman took, agrees better with the fubject of his Epiftle, which is Poetry; and doubt lefs there were other beauties in it, which time has deprived us of. For it is in poetry as in painting, the most delicate touches go first; and what is worse, they agree in this too, that they are laft obferved. So that, what between time and ill taite, the greatest beauties are the fhorteft lived. Him, the damn'd Doctors and his Friends immur'd, They bled, they cupp'd, they purg'd; in short, they cur'd: Whereat the gentleman began to stare My Friends! he cry'd, p-x take you for your care! 195 That from a Patriot of diftinguifh'd note, Have bled and purg'd me to a fimple Vote. : 200 Well, on the whole, plain prose must be my fate : • Soon as I enter at my country door, 205 210 Hic ubi cognatorum opibus curifque refe&us, Nimirum fapere eft abjectis utile nugis, 215 t If, when the more you drink, the more you crave, You tell the Doctor; when the more you have, The more you want, why not with equal ease Confefs as well your Folly, as Disease? The heart refolves this matter in a trice, "Men only feel the Smart, but not the Vice." • When golden Angels cease to cure the Evil: You give all royal Witchcraft to the Devil: When fervile Chaplains cry, that birth and place 220 Indue a Peer with honour, truth, and grace, Look in that breast, most dirty D-! be fair, Say, can you find out one fuch lodger there? Yet ftill, not heeding what your heart can teach, You go to church to hear these Flatt'rers preach. 225 Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit, A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit, * Si tibi nulla fitim finiret copia lymphae, Narrares medicis: quod quanto plura parasti, Tanto plura cupis, nulline faterier audes ? u Si vulnus tibi monftrata radice vel herba Non fieret levius, fugeres radice vel herba Proficiente nihil curarier: audieras, cui Rem Di donarint, illi decedere pravam Stultitiam; et, cum fis nihilo fapientior, ex quo Plenior es, tamen uteris monitoribus îfdem ? At fi divitiae prudentem reddere poffent, Si cupidum timidumque minus te; nempe ruberes. NOTE S. VER. 218. When golden Angels, etc.] This illuftration is much happier than what is employed in his original; as by raifing pecu niary ideas, it prepares the mind for that morality it is brought to illustrate. VER. 220. When servile Chaplains cry, etc.] Dr. Ken—t, |