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There liv'd in primo Georgii (they record)
Whereat the gentleman began to ftare
My Friends! he cried, p-x take you for your care! That from a Patriot of diftinguifh'd note,
Have bled and purg'd me to a fimple Vote.
which was dramatic poetry. The reader fhall have the pleasure of comparing it with Boileau's imitation of the fame paffage, in his 4th Satire, ver. 103.
Jadis certain bigot, d'ailleurs homme fenfé,
VER. 192. Him, the damn'd Doctors, &c.] The execution of this paffage is admirably dextrous, and of exquifite urbanity. The efforts of Boileau on the same subject will form an agreeable com
'Nimirum fapere eft abjectis utile nugis, Et tempeftivum pueris concedere ludum; * Ac non verba fequi fidibus modulanda Latinis, Sed vera numerofque modofque edifcere vita. Quocirca mecum loquor hæc, tacitufque recordor:
Si tibi nulla fitim finiret copia lymphæ,
Narrares medicis: quod quanto plura parâfti,
parifon. But here we fee an elegant indeed, yet fervile, copyist ; whilft our countryman's imitation has all the novelty and fpirit. of original conception. WAKEFIELD.
VER. 202. To rules of Poetry] These four lines are far fuperior to the Original, particularly the third and the fourth. WARTON. VER. 210. compliments apart,] This is languid and redundant; by the two preceding lines, hinting at what paffed in his mind, on leaving London until he got to Tickenham, very pleasing. Feel the fmart, ver. 217, is ill expreffed. WARTON.
VER. 218. When golden Angels] Thefe lines are undoubtedly good; but the introduction of the abfurd practice of touching for the king's evil, and the fatire on fervile chaplains, feem forced. WARTON.
VER. 218. When golden Angels ceafe, &c.] The whole of this paffage alludes to a dedication of Mr. afterwards Bishop Kennet, to the Duke of Devonshire; to whom he was chaplain, ver. 229. therefore must be filled up thus:
If Devonshire lov'd fixpence more than he. And perhaps, therefore, ver. 222. thus:
Look in that breaft, moft dirty Duke! be fair The Angel was a golden coin, given as a fee by those who came to be touched by the royal hand for the Evil: and the fecond couplet of the quotation refembles the conclufion of Perfius's fourth fatire:
' Well, on the whole, plain Prose must be my fate :
I'll learn to fmooth and harmonize my Mind,
And keep the equal meafure of the Soul.
* Soon as I enter at my country door,
My mind resumes the thread it dropt before;
I afk thefe fober queftions of my heart.
'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 eafe 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 Indue a Peer with honour, truth, and grace,
Tecum habita, et nôris quàm fit tibi curta fupellex.
Survey thy foul; not what thou dost appear,
But what thou art; and find the beggar there. Dryden.
VER. 220. When fervile Chaplains cry,] Dr. Kennet.
Proficiente nihil curarier: audieras, cui
Rem Dî donârint, illi decedere pravam
Stultitiam; et, cum fis nihilo fapientior, ex quo
Si cupidum timidumque minus te; nempe ruberes
'Si proprium est, quod quis libra mercatus et
Quædam (fi credis confultis) mancipat ufus :
* das nummos; accipis uvam,
> Emptor Aricini quondam, Veientis et arvi, Emptum cœnat olus, quamvis aliter putat ; emptis Sub
VER. 229. If D*** lov'd] Warton fays, he fearched in vain for the name, to whom this blank belongs. "Of all forts of writing," he justly obferves, "perfonal fatire is not only the most unintelligible, but the most fhort-liv'd. How many of the characters to whom La Bruyere alludes, are unknown; Theodas, is Santeuil; Menalcas, Count de Branças.
"It was a long time before it was understood that M. de la Rochefoucault, in his 71ft maxim, meant to point out the Chevalier de Rohan: in his 342d maxim, the D. d'Efpernon; and in his 393d, M. le Tellier; and in maxim 200, the narrow conver
Look in that breast, most dirty D-! be fair,
If there be truth in Law, and Ufe can give 230 A Property, that's yours on which you live. Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford Their fruits to you, confeffes you its lord:
All Worldly's hens, nay partridge, fold to town,
You purchase as you want, and bit by bit;
› Heathcote himself, and fuch large-acred men,
Yet these are Wights, who fondly call their own
fation of Boileau and Racine, who never talked on any subject but poetry and criticism."
VER. 232. Delightful Abs-court,] A farm over-again Hamp. ton-Court.