220 Our Court may justly to our stage give rules, 225 230 Painted for sight, and essenc'd for the smell, Like frigates fraught with spice and cochine'l, Sail in the Ladies: how each pirate eyes So weak a vessel, and so rich a prize! Top-gallant he, and she in all her trim, He boarding her, she striking sail to him: "Dear Countess ! you have charms all hearts to hit!" And "Sweet Sir Fopling! you have so much wit!" Such wits and beauties are not prais'd for nought, For both the beauty and the wit are bought. "Twould burst ev'n Heraclitus with the spleen, To see those antics, Fopling and Courtin : The presence seems, with things so richly odd, The mosque of Mahound, or some queer Pagod. See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, Of all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools! Adjust their clothes, and to confession draw Those venial sins, an atom, or a straw; NOTES. 235 240 of his own, which indeed was hard; he wanted grace, had not studied the antique, and copied only common nature and the forms before him. He attended not to Costume. His Madonnas were dressed like German ladies, and his Jews had beards and mustacchios. See a most judicious Criticism on the Works and Talents of Albert Durer, by a living painter of great genius and learning, Mr. Fuseli, in the third volume of that entertaining publication, intitled, Anecdotes of some distinguished Persons, p. 234. So in immaculate clothes, and Symmetry As a young Preacher at his first time goes And unto her protests, protests, protests, So much as at Rome would serve to have thrown And whispers by Jesu so oft, that a That they each other plague, they merit it. But here comes Glorious that will plague them both, Who in the other extreme only doth Call a rough carelesness, good fashion: Whose cloak his spurs tear, or whom he spits on, He meant to cry; and though his face be as ill Tyr'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so As men from gaols to execution go, Go, through the great chamber (why is it hung NOTES. Ver. 250. So first to preach] An inimitable portrait of a smooth, and smug, and satin, modern divine! Ver. 256. or Gonson] He was a famous Westminster justice of peace; and Hogarth introduced him in one of his pictures. But oh what terrors must distract the soul 245 They march, to prate their hour before the Fair. 255 Let but the Ladies smile, and they are blest: Nature made ev'ry Fop to plague his brother, 259 But here's the Captain that will plague them both, He spits fore'right; his haughty chest before, 265 270 NOTES. Ver. 262. The Captain's honest,] Much resembling Noll Bluff, in Congreve's Old Batchelor, who was copied from Thraso, and also from Ben Jonson. Those Askaparts*, men big enough to throw NOTES. * A Giant famous in Romances. P. Ver. 273. As men from Jails] A line so smooth that our Author thought proper to adopt it from the Original. There are many such, as I have before observed, which shew, that if Donne had taken equal pains, he need not have left his numbers so much more rugged and disgusting, than many of his contemporaries, especially one so exquisitely melodious as Drummond of Hawthornden; who, in truth, more than Fairfax, Waller, or Denham, deserves to be called the first polisher of English Versification. Milton read him much. And Pope copied him, not only in his Pastorals, as before observed, but in his Eloisa. A well-written Life of Drummond is inserted in the fifth volume of the new Edition of the Biographia Britannica, with many curious particulars imparted by Mr. Park, Frighted, I quit the room, but leave it so And shake all o'er, like a discover'd spy. 275 279 Courts are too much for wits so weak as mine: Charge them with Heav'n's Artill'ry, bold Divine! From such alone the Great rebukes endure, Whose Satire's sacred, and whose rage secure : 'Tis mine to wash a few light stains, but theirs To deluge sin, and drown a Court in tears. Howe'er what's now Apocrypha, my Wit, In time to come, may pass for Holy Writ. NOTES. 285 Ver. 274. For, hung with deadly sins,] The room hung with old Tapestry, representing the seven deadly sins. P. Ver. 286. my Wit,] The private character of Donne was very amiable and interesting; particularly so, on account of his secret marriage with the daughter of Sir George More; of the difficulties he underwent on this marriage; of his constant affection to his wife, his affliction at her death, and the sensibility he displayed towards all his friends and relations. |