Sick was the sun, the owl forsook his bow'r, 15 [ceal'd, 20 In broad effulgence all below reveal'd, . 14. To bolt out order, and extinguish light.] The two great ends of her mission; the one in quality of daughter of Claos, the other as daughter of Night. Order here is to be understood extensively, both as civil and moral; the distinctions between high and low in society, and true and false in individuals: light as intellectual only, wit, science, arts. v. 15. Of dull and venal.] The allegory continued; dull referring to the extinction of light or science; venal to the destruc tion of order and the truth of things. Ibid...a new world.] In allusion to the Epicurean opinion, that from the dissolution of the natural world into night and chaos, a new one should arise; this the Poet alluding to, in the production of a new world, makes it partake of its original prin iples. 31 33 : Mad Mathesis alone was unconfin'd, 49 She tripp'd and laugh'd, too pretty much to stand; O Cara! Cara! silence all that train; Joy to great Chaos! let Division reign: Chromatic tortures soon shall drive them hence, 55 Break all their nerves, and fritter all their sense; IMITATIONS, v. 54 Joy to great Chaos!] Joy to great Cæsar !' The beginning of a famous old song. One thrill shall harmonize joy, grief, and rage, The gath'ring number as it moves along, Who gently drawn, and struggling less and less, 75 80 83 Whate'er of dunce in college or in town 90 Nor absent they, no members of her state, Who pay her homage in her sons, the great; Who false to Phoebus, bow the knee to Baal, Or impious, preach his word without a call. Patrons, who sneak from living worth to dead, 95 With-hold the pension, and set up the head; Or vest dull Flatt❜ry in the sacred gown, Or give from fool to fool the laurel crown; And (last and worst) with all the cant of wit, Without the soul, the Muse's hypocrite. 105 100 There march'd the bard and blockhead side by side, Who rhym'd for hire, and patronis'd for pride. Narcissus, prais'd with all a parson's pow'r, Look'd a white lily sunk beneath a show'r. There mov'd Montalto with superior air: His stretch'd-out arm display'd a volume fair; Courtiers and patriots in two ranks divide, Through both he pass'd, and bow'd from side to side; But as in graceful act, with awful eye, Compos'd he stood, bold Benson thrust him by: On two unequal crutches propt he came, Milton's on this, on that one Johnson's name. The decent Knight retir'd with sober rage, Withdrew his hand, and clos'd the pompous page: 111 115 But (happy for him as the times went then) When Dulness, smiling "Thus revive the wits! But murder first, and mince them all to bits; 120 As erst Medea (cruel, so to save!) A new edition of old son gave; Let standard authors thus, like trophies borne, Appear more glorious as more hack'd and torn. And you my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, 125 Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made. Leave not a foot of verse, a foot of stone, A page, a grave, that they can call their own; But spread, my Sons, your glory thin or thick, On passive paper, or on solid brick. So by each bard an alderman shall sit, A heavy lord shall hang at ev'ry wit, REMARKS. 130 v. 115. &c.] These four lines were printed in a separate le by Mr. Pope, in the last edition which he himself gave t Dunciad, with directions to the printer to put this leaf inte place, as soon as Sir T. H's Shakespeare should be published VARIATIONS. v. 114.] What! no respect, he cry'd, for Shakespeare's page IMITATIONS. v. 126. Admire new light, &c.] The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, |