Is there a parson much be-mus'd in beer, A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the laws, 15 Friend to my life! (which, did not you prolong, If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead. 21 25 30 Το VER. 13. Mint] A place in Southwark to which insolvent debtors retired, to enjoy an illegal protection, which they were there suffered to afford to one another from their creditors. After Ver. 20. in the MS, Is there a bard in durance? turn them free, With all their brandish'd reams they run to me: Dear Doctor, tell me, is not this a curse? Say, is their anger, or their friendship worse; To laugh, were want of goodness and of grace, 35 With honest anguish, and an aching head; "I want a patron; ask him for a place." "Informs you, Sir, 'twas when he knew no better. 50 "Dare you refuse him? Curl invites to dine, "He'll write a Journal, or he'll turn divine." Bless me! a packet. - ." "Tis a stranger sues, 55 "A Virgin tragedy, an orphan muse." If VER. 49. Pitholeon] The name taken from a foolish poet of Rhodes, who pretended much to Greek. VER. 53 in the MS. If you refuse, he goes, as fates incline, To plague Sir Robert, or to turn divine. VER. 54. He'll write a Journal,] Meaning the London Journal; a paper in favour of Sir R. Walpole's ministry. Bishop Hoadley wrote in it, as did Dr. Bland. If I dislike it, "Furies, death and rage 60 Fir'd that the house reject him, "'Sdeath, I'll print it, "And shame the fools-Your int'rest, Sir, with "Lintot." Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much : "Not, Sir, if you revise it and retouch." snacks." All my demurs but double his attacks; 'Tis sung, when Midas' ears began to spring, (Midas, a sacred person and a king,) His very minister who spy'd them first, 65 70 (Some say his queen,) was forc'd to speak, or burst. And is not mine, my friend, a sorer case, When ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face? A. Good friend, forbear! you deal in dangʼrous things. I'd never name queens, ministers, and kings; Keep VER. 55. A packet.] Alludes to a tragedy called the Virgin Queen, by Mr. R. Barford, published 1729, who displeased Pope by daring to adopt the fine machinery of his fylphs in an heroicomical poem called the Assembly. 1,26. VER. 60 in the former edit. Cibber and I are, luckily, no friends. Keep close to ears, and those let asses prick, 'Tis nothing-P. Nothing? if they bite and kick ? Out with it, DUNCIAD! let the secret pass, That secret to each fool, that he's an ass: 80 The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I. You think this cruel? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus! round thee break, Still to one Bishop Philips seem a wit? 84 90 95 ICO Still VER. 98. His butchers Henley,] Orator Henley, who declaimed on Sundays on religious subjects, and on Wednesdays on the sciences;-one shilling was the price of admittance. His oratory was among the butchers of Newport Market and Butcher Row. Still Sappho-A. Hold! for God-sake—you'll offend. But foes like these-P. One flatt'rer's worse than all. Of all mad creatures, if the learn'd are right, 105 It is the slaver kills, and not the bite. prose, A fool quite angry is quite innocent: Ammon's great son one shoulder had too high, 116 120 And VER. 100. Still to one Bishop] This is Bishop Boulter, who was Ambrose Philips' great friend and patron. Boulter wrote, in conjunction with Philips, a paper called the Freethinker. VER. III. in the MS. For song, for silence some expect a bribe; |