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(And little fure imported to remove,
70 If I would scribble, rather than repose.
& Years following years, fteal something ev'ry day, At last they steal us from ourselves away;
Atque inter filvas Academi quaerere verum.
& Singula de nobis anni praedantur euntes ;
VÆR. 70. Monroes,] Dr. Monroe, Phyfician to Bedlam Hospital.
VER. 73. Ai laf i bey ftea! us from ourselves away;] i. c. Time changes all our pafsions, appetites, and inclinations.
In one our Frolics, one Amusements end,
75 This subtle Thief of life, this paltry Time, What will it leave me, if it snatch my rhyme ? If ev'ry wheel of that unweary'd Mill, That' turn'd ten thousand verses, now stands ftill ? h But after all, what would have
80 When out of twenty I can please not two ; When this Heroics only deigns to praise, Sharp Satire that, and that Pindaric lays ? One likes the Pheasant's wing, and one the leg; The vulgar boil, the learned roast an egg. Hard talk! to hit the palate of such guests, When Oldfield loves, what Dartineuf detests.
grant I may relapse, for want of grace, Again to rhyme: can London be the place ? Who there his Mufe, or felf, or soul attends, go In crowds, and courts, law, business, feasts, and friends? My counsel sends to execute a deed : A Poet begs me I will hear him read :
Eripuere jocos, venerem, convivia, ludum ;
Denique non omnes eadem mirantur amantque.
Praeter caetera me Romaene poemata censes Scribere poffe, inter tot curas totque
labores ? Hic sponsum vocat, hic auditum scripta, reliétis Omnibus officiis : cubat hic in colle Quirini,
In Palace-yard at nine you'll find me there-
105 And Peers give way, exalted as they are, Ev'n to their own S-r-V.-nce in a Car?
k Go, lofty Poet! and in fuch a crowd, Sing thy fonorous verfe-but not aloud. Alas! to Grottoes and to Groves we run,
110 To ease and flence, ev'ry Mufe's son: Blackmore himself, for any grand effort, Would drink and doze at Tooting or Earl's-Court.
Hic extremo in Aventino; visendus uterque.
NOT E S.
VER. 104. Have you not seen, etc.] The satirical pleafantry of this image, and the humorous manner of representing it, raises the imitation, in this place, far above the original.
VER. 113. Would drink and doze, etc.] This has not the deli. çacy, for it wants the elegant ambiguity, of
How fall I rhyme in this eternal roar ?
1 The Man; who, ftretch'd in Ifis' calm retreat, 116
125 Composing songs, for Fools to get by heart?
The Temple late two brother Sergeants faw, Who deem'd each other Oracles of Law
; With equal talents, these congenial fouls, 129 One lull'd th' Exchequer, and one ftunnid the Rolls;
Tu me inter ftrepitus nocturnos atque diurnos
Ingenium, fibi quod vacuas desumfit Athenas,
m Fra:er erat Romae consulti rhetor ; ut alter Alterius sermone meros audiret honores :
Ν ο Τ Ε 8.
Rite cliens Bacchi, fomno gaudentis et umbra; where the intemperance of Poets is not the obvious, but the secret meaning. For Bacchus was the patron of the Drama as well as of the Bottle : and sleep was courted for inspiration, as well as to relieve a debauch.
Ibid. Tooting-Earl's-Court.] Two villages within a few miles of London,
Book II. Each had a gravity would make you split, And shook his head at Murray, as a Wit. 'Twas, “Sir, your law''-and Sir, your eloquence," “ Yours, Cowper's en anner-and yours, Talbot's sense.” Thus we dispose of all poetic merit,
135 Yours Milton's genius, and mine Homer's spirit. Call Tibbald Shakespear, and he'll swear the Nine, Dear Cibber! never match'd one Ode of thine. Lord! how we strut thro' Merlin's Cave, to see No Poets there, but Stephen, you, and me. 140 Walk with respect behind, while we at ease Weave laurel Crowns, and take what names we please. “ My dear Tibullus !" if that will not do, “ Let me be Horace, and be Ovid you: “ Or, I'm content, allow me Dryden's strains, 145 “ And you fall rise up Otway for your pains."
Gracchus ut hic illi foret; huic ut Mucius ille.
VER. 132. And book his bead at Murray, as a Wit.). It is the filly confolation of blockheads in all professions, that he, whom nature has formed to excel, does it not by his superior knowledge, but his wit: and so they keep themselves in countenance as not fairly outdone, but only outwitted.