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I nod in company, I wake at night,
F. You could not do a worse thing for your life. 15
f Or rather truly, if your point be reft,
Hartfhorn, or fomething that fhall close your eyes. 20
P. What? like Sir
Richard, rumbling, rough,
With ARMS, and GEORGE, and BRUNSWICK Crowd
Rend with tremendous found your ears afunder, 25
Or nobly wild, with Budgel's fire and force,
Paint Angels trembling round his falling Horse?
F. Then all your Mufe's fofter art display,
P.1 Alas! few verfes touch their nicer ear;
They scarce can bear their Laureate twice a year;
tender, and the Princes of the blood of France, fled before him.
Verba per attentam non ibunt Caefaris aurem :
Cui male fi palpere, recalcitrat undique tutus.
T. Quanto rectius hoc, quam trifti laedere verfu
Pantolabum fcurram, Nomentanumve nepotem?
" Cum fibi quifque timet, quamquam est inta&tus, et odit.
H.° Quid faciam ? faltat Milonius, ut femel i&o Acceffit fervor capiti, numerufque lucernis.
P Caftor gaudet equis; ovo prognatus eodem,
Millia. me pedibus delectat claudere verba,
VER. 41. What should ail them?] Horace hints at one reafon, that each fears his own turn may be next; his imitator gives another, and with more art, a reason which infinuates, that his very lenity, in ufing feigned names, increases the number of his Enemies.
VER. 50. Like in all elfe, as one Egg to another.] This has neither the justness nor elegance of
・ovo prognatus eodem.
For tho' it may appear odd, that thofe who come from the fame Egg fhould have tempers and purfuits directly contrary; yet there is nothing strange, that two Brothers, alike in all things elfe, fhould have different amufements.
VER. 52. As downright Shippen, or as old Montagne
And justly CAESAR fcorns the Poet's lays,
F. Better be Cibber, I'll maintain it ftill,
P. What should ail them?
F. A hundred smart in Timon and in Balaam :
P. • Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny
Scarfdale his bottle, Darty his Ham-pye;
Ridotta fips and dances, till fhe fee
The doubling Luftres dance as faft as fhe;
PF-loves the Senate, Hockley-hole his brother,
Like in all elfe, as one Egg to another.
I love to pour out all my felf, as plain
As downright SHIPPEN, or as old Montagne:
They had this, indeed, in common, to ufe great liberties of fpeech, and to profefs faying what they thought. Montagne had many qualities, that have gained him the love and efteem of his Readers: The other had one, which always gain'd him the favourable attention of his Hearers, For, as a celebrated Roman Orator obferves, "Maledi"cit INERUDITUS apertius et faepius, cum periculo eti"am fuo. Affert et ifta res OPINIONEM, quia libentiffime homines audiunt ea quae dicere ipfi noluiffent.”
Lucilî ritu, noftrum melioris utroque.
Ille velut fidis arcana fodalibus olim
Credebat libris; neque, fi male gefferat, ufquam
Vita fenis. fequor hunc, Lucanus an Appulus, an
[Nam venufinus arat finem fub utrumque colonus, Miffus ad hoc, pulfis (vetus eft ut fama) Sabellis, Quo ne per vacuum Romano incurreret hoftis ;
Sive quod Appula gens, feu quod Lucania bellum
Incuteret violenta.] s fed hic ftylus haud petet ultro Quemquam animantem, et me veluti cuftodiet enfis Vagina tectus, quem cur deftringere coner,
VER. 56. the medium must be clear.] Allufion to a fountain of limpid water, thro' which the contents of the bottom are discovered. This thought, tho' not very exact, affifted him in the eafy and happy change of the metaphor in the following line.
VER. 63. My head and heart thus flowing from my quill,] Inferior to the Original :
Ille velut fidis arcana sodalibus olim
In them, as certain to be lov'd as feen,
The Soul stood forth, nor kept a thought within;
Papist or Proteftant, or both between,
While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory.
s Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet;
Perfius alluded to this idea, when he said,
Vidi, vidi ipfe, Libelle! etc.
VER. 64. Verse-man or Profe-man, term me which you will, Papift er Proteftant, etc.] The original thought (which is very flat, and fo ill and aukwardly expreffed, as to be taken for a monkish Addition) is here admirably imitated, in a lively character of himself, and his Writings.
VER. 69. Saiire's my weapon] In thefe Words, our Author has happily explained the true Character of Ho