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Lo, sneering Goode, half malice and half whim, '53
bowls, 165 And makes nighthideous—Answer him, ye owls! 165
The jest is lost unless he prints his face.
153 Goode. An ill-natured critic, who writ a satire on our anthor, called The Mock Æsop, and many anonymous libels in newspapers, for hire.
W. 165 - Ralph.1 James Ralph, a name inserted after the first editions, not known to our author till he writ a swearingpiece ealled Sawney, very abusive of Dr. Swift, Mr. Gay, and himself. These lines alluded to a thing of his entitled Night, a poem. This low writer attended his own works with panegyrics in the Journals, and once in particular praised himself highly above Mr. Addison, in wretched remarks upon that author's account of English Poets printed
IMITATIONS. 166 And makes night hideous --]
« Visit thus the glimpes of the moon,
** Sense, speech, and measure, living tongues and
dead, Let all give way and Morris may be read. Flow, Welsted, flow! like thine inspirer, beer, 169 Though stale, not ripe, though thin, yet never clear; So sweetly mawkish, and so smoothly dull; Heady, not strong ; o'erflowing, though not full.
“Ah, Dennis! Gildon, ah! what ill-starr'd rage Divides a friendship long confirm'd by age ? Blockheads with reason wicked wits abhor, But fool with fool is barbarous civil war. Embrace, embrace, my sons! be foes no more! 177 Nor glad vile poets with true critics' gore.
Behold yon pair, in strict embraces join'd ;179 How like in manners, and how like in mind! .
REMARKS. in a London Journal, Sept. 17, 1728. He was wholly illite. rate, and knew no language, not even French. Being advised to read the rules of dramatic poetry before he began a play, he smiled, and replied, “Shakspeare writ without rules. He ended at last in the common sink of all such writers, a political newspaper, to which he was recommended by his friend Arnall, and received a small pittance for pay.
"O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull: • Strong without rage; without o'erflowing full !" 171 Embrace, embrace, my sons! be foes no more ?) VIRG. Æn. VI.
Ne tanta animis assuescite bella,
Tuque prior, tu parce-sanguis meus!
Equal in wit, and equally polite,
“There, dim in clonds, the poring scholiasts mark,
But, where each science lifts its modern type, History her pot, divinity her pipe, While proud philosophy repines to show, Dishonest sight! his breeches rent below, Imbrown'd with native bronze, lo! Henley stands, 199 Tuning his voice, and balancing his hands.
REMARKS. 199 - lo! Henley stands, &c.] J. Henley, the orator; be preached on the Sundays upon theological matters, aud on the Wednesdays upon all other sciences. Each anditor paid one shilling. He declaimed some years against the greatest persons, and occasionally did our author that holiour. W.
How fluent nonsense trickles from his tongue !
• Yet, oh, my sons! a father's words atteyd :
REMARKS. W4 -Sherlock,--Hare,-Gibson.] Bishops of Salisbury, Chichester, and London; whose Sermons and Pastoral Letters did honour to their country as well as stations. *
219 of Toland and Tindat, see Buok li. ver. 399, Thomas Woolston was an impious madman, who wrote, in a most insolent style, against the miracles of the Gospel. W.
Thus he, for then a ray of reason stole .. . Half through the solid darkness of his son!; *** But soon the cloud return'd—and thus the sire: “See now what Dulness and her sons admire! See what the charms that smite the simple heart, Not touch'd by nature, and not reach'd by art,"
His never-blushing head he turn'd aside, (Not half so pleas'd when Goodman prophesied) And look'd, and saw a sable sorcerer rise, Swift to whose hand a winged volume flies : All sudden, gorgons hiss, and dragons glare, And ten-born'd fiends and giants rush to war: Hell rises, beaven descends, and dance on earth : 237 Gods, imps, and monsters, music, rage, and mirth, A fire, a jig, a battle, and a ball, Till one wide conflagration swallows all.
Thence a new world to nature's laws unknown, Breaks out refulgent, with a heaven its own ; Another Cynthia her new journey runs, And other planets circle other suns. 244 The forests dance, the rivers upward rise, Whales sport in woods, and dolphins in the
And last, to give the whole creation grace,
REMARKS. 237 These absurdities were actually brought on the stage by Theobald, in his Rape of Proserpine ; but they were never encouraged by Cibber.
IMITATIONS. 244 And other planets.] Solemque suym, sua sidera norunt.'
VIRG. Æn. VI. 346 Whales sport in woods, and dolphins in the skies.]
Delphinum sylvis appingit,