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That very Cæsar born in Scipio's days,
Had aim'd, like him, by Chastity at praise.
Lucullus, when Frugality could charm,
Had roasted turnips in the Sabin farm.
In vain th'observer eyes the builder's toil,
But quite mistakes the scaffold for the pile.
In this


Passion man can strength enjoy,
As Fits give vigour, just when they destroy.


COMMENTARY. fame; but a different time had changed their subsidiary ones of Luft and Luxury, into their very opposites of Chastity and Frugality. 'Tis in vain therefore, lays our author, for the observer of human nature to fix his attention on the Workman, if he all the while mistakes the Scaffold for the Building.

VER. 222. In this one Paffion &c.] But now it may be objected to our philosophic poet, that he has indeed shewn the true means of coming to the Knowledge and Characters of men by a Principle certain and infallible, when found, yet, by his own account, of so difficult investigation, that its Counterfeit, and it is always attended with one, may be easily mistaken for it. To

NOTES. Characters; for they are, in reality, very different and diftinct; somuch fo, that 'tis remarkable, the three greatest men in Rome, and contemporaries, possessed each of these separately, without the least mixture of the other two : The men I mean were Cæfar, Cato, and Cicero: For Cæfar had Ambition without either vanity or pride; Cato had Pride without ambition or vanity; and Cicero had Vanity without pride or ambition.

VER. 223. As Fits give vigour, just when they destroy.] The fimilitude is extremely apposite; as most of the instances he has afterwards given of the vigorous exertion of the Ruling Palion in the last moments, are from such who had haftened their death by an immoderate indulgence of that Passion.

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Time, that on all things lays his lenient hand,
Yet tames not this; it sticks to our last fand. 225
Consistent in our follies and our sins,
Here honeft Nature ends as she begins.

Old Politicians chew on wisdom past;
And totter on in bus'ness to the last;
As weak, as earnest; and as gravely out; 230
As sober Lanesb’row dancing in the gout.

Behold a rev'rend fire, whom want of grace
Has made the father of a nameless race,

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COMMENTARY. remove this difficulty, therefore, and consequently the objection that arises from it, the poet has given (from ý 221 to 228) one certain and infallible criterion of the Ruling Paffion, which is this, that all the other passions, in the course of time, change and wear away; while this is ever constant and vigorous ; and still going on from strength to strength, to the very moment of its demolishing the miserable machine that it has now at length over-worked. Of this great truth, the poet (from * 227 to the end) gives various instances in all the principal Ruling Paffrons of our nature, as they are to be found in the Man of Business, the Man of Pleasure, the Epicure, the Parfimonious, the Toast,


NOTE s. VER. 227. Here honest Nature ends as she begins.] Human nature is here humourously called honest, as the impulse of the ruling paffion (which she gives and cherishes) makes her more and more impatient of disguise.

Ver. 231. Lanesb’row.] An ancient Nobleman, who continued this

practice long after his legs were disabled by the gout. Upon the death of Prince George of Denmark, he demanded an audience of the Queen, to advise her to preserve her health and dispel her grief by Dancing. P.

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Shov'd from the wall perhaps, or rudely press'd
By his own son, that passes by unbless’d: 235
Still to his wench he crawls on knocking knees,
And envies ev'ry sparrow that he sees.

A falmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate;
The doctor call’d, declares all help too late :
· Mercy! cries Helluo, mercy on my soul! 240
“ Is there no hope? --Alas!--then bring the jowl."

The frugal Crone, whom praying priests attend,
Still tries to save the hallow'd taper's end,
Collects her breath, as ebbing life retires,
For one puff more, and in that puff expires. 245

« Odious! in woollen! 'twould a Saint provoke,
(Were the last words that poor Narcisla spoke)
“ No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace

Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face:

VER. 247

COMMENTARY Courtier, the Miser, and the Patriot, which last instance the poet has had the art, under the appearance of Satire, to turn into the noblest Compliment on the person to whom the Epistle is addressed,


the last words that poor Narcisa spoke] This story, as well as the others, is founded on fact, tho' the author had the goodness not to mention the names. Several attribute this in particular to a very celebrated Actress, who, in deteftation of the thought of being buried in woollen, gave these her laft orders with her dying breath. P.

Ver. 242. The frugal Crone,] A fact told him, of a Lady at


you, Sir?"

“One would not,sure, be frightful when one's dead-“And-Betty-give this Cheek a little Red.”

The Courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd An humble servant to all human kind, Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could

stir, “ If-where I'm going— I could serve ?

“ I give and I devise (old Euclio said, 256 And figh’d) “ my lands and tenements to Ned.

Sir?-"My money, Sir, what all ? “Why,---if I must--- (then wept) I give it Paul. “ The Manor, Sir ?---"The Manor ! hold, he cry'd, “ Not that --- I cannot part with that”---and dy'd.

And you! brave COBHAM, to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death: Such in those moments as in all the past, “Oh, save my Country, Heav'n!” shall be your lasta

Your money,

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