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Rev'rent I touch thee! but with honeft zeal;
PUNIHING is the most precious bleffing of Society. "This is the PERFECT CITIZEN, to whom we fhould "adjudge the prize of Virtus."
VER. 220. Ye Infects-The Mufe's wing shall brush you all away:] This it did very effectually; and the memory of them had been now forgotten, had not the Poet's charity, for a while, protracted their miferable Being. There is now in his library a complete collection of all the horrid Libels written and published against him;
The tale reviv'd, the lye fo oft o'erthrown,
Th' imputed trash, and dulnefs not his own;
These he had bound up in feveral volumes, according to their various fizes, from folios down to duodecimos; and to each of them hath affixed this motto out of the book of Job:
Behold, my defire is, that mine adversary should write a book. Surely I should take it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a crown to me. Ch. xxxi. 35, 36.
VBR. 222. Cobwebs] Weak and flight fophiftry against virtue and honour. Thin colours over vice, as unable to hide the light of Truth, as cobwebs to fhade the fun. P.
All his Grace preaches, all his Lordfhip fings,
All that makes Saints of Queens, and Gods of Kings.
When black Ambition stains a public Caufe,
Not fo, when diadem'd with rays divine, Touch'd with the Flame that breaks from Virtue's
After ✯ 227. in the MS.
Where's now the Star that lighted Charles to rife?
-With that which follow'd Julius to the fkies,
Angels, that watch'd the Royal Oak so well,
Britain's to France, and thine to India, Spain!
VER. 228. When black Ambition etc.] The cafe of Crom well in the civil war of England; and ( 229.), of Louis: XIV. in his conqueft of the Low Countries. P.
VER. 231. Nor Boileau turn the Feather to a Star.] See «ill a his Ode on Namur; where (to ufe his own words) "fait un Aftre de la Plume blanche que le Roy porte or"dinairement à fon Chapeau, et qui eft en effet une espece "de Comete, fatale à nos ennemis." P.
Her Priestess Mufe forbids the Good to die,
And opes the Temple of Eternity.
There, other Trophies deck the truly brave,
Far other Stars than * and ** wear,
And may defcend to Mordington from STAIR:
Let Flatt'ry fickening fee the Incense rise,
Sweet to the World, and grateful to the Skies: 245
And makes immortal, Verfe as mean as mine,
VER. 237. Anftis] The chief Herald at Arms. It is the cuftom, at the funeral of great peers, to caft into the grave the broken staves and ensigns of honour. P.
VER. 239. Stair;] John Dalrymple Earl of Stair, Knight of the Thistle; ferved in all the wars under the Duke of Marlborough; and afterwards as Embaffador in France. P.
VER. 240, 241. Hough and Digby] Dr. John Hough Bishop of Worcester, and the Lord Digby. The one an affertor of the Church of England in oppofition to the false measures of King James II. The other as firmly attached to the cause of that King. Both acting out of principle, and equally men of honour and virtue.~ P.
VER. 249. on the edge of Law:] From the fummit of
Here, Laft of Britons! let your Names be read; 250
Fr. Alas! alas! pray end what you began,
Ver. 255. in the MS.
Quit, quit these themes, and write Effays on Man.
law is a dreadful precipice, which may well make Truth herself tremble. And from thence came the common proverb, Summum jus, fumma injuria. SCRIBL.
VER. ult.] This was the laft poem of the kind printed by our author, with a resolution to publish no more; but to enter thus, in the moft plain and folemn manner he could, a fort of PROTEST against that infuperable corruption and depravity of manners, which he had been fo unhappy as to live to fee. Could he have hoped to have amended any, he had continued those attacks; but bad men were grown so shameless and so powerful, that Ridicule was become as unsafe as it was ineffectual. The Poem raised him, as he knew it would, fome enemies; but he had reafon to be fatisfied with the approbation of good men, and the teftimony of his own conscience. P
Receiving from the Right Hon. the Lady
A STANDISH and Two PENS.
ES, I beheld the Athenian Queen
Descend in all her fober charms; "And take (fhe faid, and fmil'd ferene) "Take at this hand celeftial arms:
«<< Secure the radiant weapons wield;
Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell,
And dipt them in the fable Well,
"What well? what weapon? (Flavia cries)
"I gave it you to write again.
The Lady Frances Shirley] a Lady whofe great Merit Mr. Pope took a real pleasure in celebrating.
A famous toy-shop at Bath.