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"Great idol of mankind! We neither claim
"And live there men who slight immortal fame? Wonder.
She said. 'In air the trembling music floats,
While thus I stood intent to see and hear,
"What could thus high thy rash ambition raise? Questioning
Art thou, fond youth! a candidate for praise?”
'Tis true, said I, not void of hopes I came;
To be spoken as melodiously as possible.
"What could thus high," &c., must be spoken with a lower voice than the foregoing.
The great man's curse, without the gains, endure, Though wretched, flatter'd, and though envied, poor. All luckless wits their enemies profess'd, And all successful, jealous friends at best. Indifference. Nor fame I slight, nor for her favours call; She comes unlook'd for, if she comes at all. But if the purchase costs so dear a price, Apprehen- As soothing folly or exalting vice; sion of evil. And if the Muse must flatter lawless sway, And follow still, where fortune leads the way; Or if no basis bear my rising name, But the fall'n ruins of another's fame;
Deprecation. Then teach me, heav'n, to scorn the guilty bays, Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise. Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown;
Oh, grant me honest fame; or grant me none!
XVII. SATIRICAL DESCRIPTION.
'Tis from high life high characters are drawn:
A gownman learn'd; a bishop—what you will;
More wise, more just, more learn'd, more every thing.
1 Though these lines contain descriptions, or characters, they may be expressed with action, almost as if they were speeches. This first line" Boastful and rough," &c., may be spoken with the action of boasting; and so for the rest.
Is he a churchman? Then he's fond of pow'r;
Ask men's opinions-Scoto now shall tell
Manners with fortune, humours turn with climes, Teaching. Tenets with books, and principles with times. Search then the ruling passion. There alone The wild are constant, and the cunning known. This clue once found unravels all the rest ; The prospect clears, and Wharton stands confest ; Wharton! the scorn2 and wondera of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise. Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him, or he dies. Though wond'ring senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke. Shall parts so various aim at nothing new? He'll shine a Tully and a Wilmot too.
A salmon's belly, Helluo1 was thy fate2
"Odious! In woollen! 'Twould a saint provoke," Aversion. Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke. "No; let a charming chintz and Brussels lace, Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face. One need not, sure, be ugly, though one's dead: And-Betty-give this cheek—a little-red.”
1 "Helluo" signifies glutton.
2 That is, a surfeit of fresh salmon was thy death.
3 The glutton will continue to indulge his appetite (so indeed will every habitual offender in every kind) in spite of all consequences.
a Formal. b Peevish. Foppery.
• Contempt. dAdmiration
Civil with weakness.
"Ifwhere I'm going--I could serve you, sir,” "I give, and I devise," old Euclio said, And sigh'd, "my lands and tenements to Ned." "Your money, sir." "My money, sir!— What_all? Weeping. Why-if I must-(then wept)-I give it—Paul.” "The manor, sir?"_"The manor"—"Hold," he cried, “I cannot—must not part with that”—and died. And you, brave Cobham! at your latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. Such in that moment, as in all the past, “Oh, save my country, heav'n!” shall be your last. Pope.
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;
Pope's complaint of the impertinence of scribblers.
If foes, they write, if friends they read me dead.
With serious anguish, and an aching head
1 Dr. Arbuthnot, his friend and physician.
"The world had wanted." Thus far ought to be spoken with great emphasis, as if somewhat very important were coming; and the remaining part of the line, "many an idle song," in a ludicrous manner.
Then drop, at last, but in unwilling ears,
This saving counsel, “Keep your piece nine years.”1 Advising.
"Not, sir, if you revise it and retouch."
At last he whispers, “Do; and we go snacks.”
“ Sir, let me see you and your works no more.”
Bless me! A packet! "Tis a stranger sues;
And shame the fools—Your intrest, sir, with Lintot.” Cringing. "Lintot (dull rogue!) will think your price too Excuse. much."
1 Alluding to Horace's "Nonumque premetur in annum.” 2 Pitholeon. The name of a foolish ancient poet.
3" Curl invites," &c. Mr. Pope was, it seems, ill used by Curl, a bookseller, by the writer of a journal or newspaper, and by a parson much bemused in beer."