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WELL; I may now receive *, and die. My fin Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
A Purgatory, fuch as fear'd Hell is
A Recreation, and scant map of this.
My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath been Poyfon'd with love to fee or to be feen, I had no fuit there, nor new fuit to fhow, Yet went to Court; but as Glare which did go To Mass in jeft, catch'd, was fain to disburse Two hundred markes, which is the Statutes curfe, Before he fcap'd; fo it pleas'd my destiny (Guilty of my fin of going) to think me As prone to all ill, and of good as forgetful, as proud, luftfull, and as much in debt,
More fhort, fevere, and pointed, than Pope's paraphrastical
VER. 7. The Poet's hell,] He has here with great prudence corrected the licentious expreffion of his Original. W.
VER. 10. Nor the vain itch t'admire, or be admir'd;] Courtiers have the fame pride in admiring, which Poets have in being admired. For VANITY is often as much gratified in paying our Court to our fuperiors, as in receiving it from our inferiors. W.
VER. 13. Had no new verfes, nor new fuit to fhow;] Infinuating that Court-poetry, like Court-clothes, only comes thither in honour of the Sovereign; and ferves but to fupply a day's converfation. W.
VER. 14. The Dev'l would] This addition is mean. And line below, 26. is perhaps the greatest violation of harmony Pope has
With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd,
As prone to ill, as negligent of good,
VER. 19. So was I punish'd,] Thus in former editions:
ever been guilty of, by beginning the Verse with the word Noah. And line 17, his fine was odd, seems to be very exceptionable.
As vain, as witlefs, and as falfe, as they
Therefore I fuffer'd this; towards me did run
Than Africk Monsters, Guianaes rarities,
His cloathes were strange, tho' coarse, and black, tho' bare.
Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been
Pope made many alterations in this Satire, and feems to have taken pains in correcting it. Line 65, and fucceedings one, ftood
Well met, he cries, and happy fure for each, For I am pleas'd to learn and you to teach. Line 86 flood as follows:
Obliging Sir, I love you I profefs,
So much alone, to speak plain truth between us,
As deep in debt, without a thought to pay,
Where all the Race of Reptiles might embark:
The fuit, if by the fashion one might guess,
The fun e'er got, or flimy Nilus bore,
Or Sloan or Woodward's wondrous fhelves contain,
Nay, all that lying Travellers can feign.
The watch would hardly let him pafs at noon,
At night would fwear him dropt out of the Moon.
Line 154, ran thus:
Shows Poland's Intereft, takes the Primate's Part. Dr. Johnfon fpeaks, methinks, too flightingly of thefe Imitations of Donne, when he fays, "That Pope feems to have known their imbecillity."
Become Tufftaffaty; and our children fhall
And only knoweth what to all States belongs,
Jovius, or Surius, or both together.
He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God, How have I finn'd, that thy wrath's furious Rod, This fellow, chuseth me! He faith, Sir,
I love your judgment, whom do you prefer
VER. 68. The King's, faid I.] " This fneer," faid the ingenious Mr. Wilkes," is really indecent. The good Bishop who published an edition of his works, ought, in the mild limbo of his Comment ary, to have softened the severity of this paffage."
VER. 71. Onflow,] By an affected gravity, and a folemn and important air, he prefided for many years over the House of Commons; but not with the ability, knowledge, patience, prudence,