The last, not least in honour or applause, Then, blessing all, “ Go, children of my care ! To practice now from theory repair. 580 All my commands are easy, short, and full: My song! be proud, be selfish, and be dull. Guard my prerogative, assert my throne: This nod confirms each privilege your own. The cap and switch be sacred to his grace: 585 With staff and pumps the marquis leads the race; From stage to stage the licens'd earl may run, Pair'd with his fellow-charioteer, the sun; The learned baron butterflies design, Or draw to silk Arachne's subtile line; 590 The judge to dance his brother serjeant call; The senator at cricket urge the ball; The bishop, stow (pontific luxury!). An hundred souls of turkeys in a pye; The sturdy squires to Gallic masters stoop, 595 And drown his lands and manors in a soup. Others import yet nobler arts from France, Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance. Perhaps more high some daring son may soar, Proud to my list to add one monarch more; And nobly-conscious, princes are but things Born for first ministers, as slaves for kings, Tyrant supreme! shall three estates command, And make one mighty Dunciad of the land !" More she had spoke, but yawn'd-All nature nods: What mortal can resist the yawn of gods? 600 Churches and chapels instantly it reach'd; (St. James's first, for leaden G- preach'd) Then catch'd the schools; the hall scarce kept awake; The convocation gap'd, but could not speak: 610 Lost was the nation's sense, nor could be found, While the long solemn unison went round: Wide, and more wide, it spread o'er all the realm : Ev'n Palinurus nodded at the helm : The vapour mild o'er each coinmittec crept; 615 Unfinisii'd treaties in each office slept; GOO And chiefless armies doz'd out the campaign; O Muse! relate, (for you can tell alone, In vain, in vain-the all-composing hour . 630 645 And metaphysic calls for aid on sense! See mystery to mathematics fly! In vain? they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine: Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! LQ! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; 655 And universal darkness buries all. • OP Celebrated in THIS POEM AND NOTES. De Foe, Norton, ii. 415. De Lyra, or Harpsfield, i. 153. Dennis, John, i. 106. ii. 239. iii. 173. D'Urfey, iii. 146. Dutchmen, ii. 405. iii. 51. Douglas, iv. 394. Eusden, Laurence, Poet Lau. reate, i. 104., Eliza Haywood, ii. 157, &c. Fleckno, Richard, ii, 2. Faustus, Dr. iii. 233. Free-Masons, iv. 576. French Cooks, iv, 553, Goode, Barn. iii. 153. Goths, iii. 90. Gazetteers, i. 215. ii. 314. 575. Holland, Philemon, i. 154. Hearne, Thomas, iii. 185. Haywood, Eliza, ii. 157, &c. Henley, John, the Orator, ii, 2, 425. ii. 199, &c. Huns, iii. 90. Harpsfield, i. 153. Hays, iv. 560.. John, King, i, 252. James I. iv. 176. Jansen, a Gamester, iv. 326. Knight, Robert, iv. 561. ; i. 205. Bland Abel, Kuster, iv. 237. Roome, Edward, iii. 152. Ridley, Thomas, iii. 327. Roper, Abel, ii. 149. Rich, iii. 261. Settle, Elkanah, i, 90, 146. iii. 37. Shadwell, Thomas, i. 940. iii. 29. Scholiasts, iv. 232. Silenus, iv. 492. Tate, i. 105, 238. Theobald, or Tibbald, i. 133,286. Tutchin, John, ii. 148. Toland, John, ii. 399. ii. 212. Tindal, Dr. ii. 399. iii. 212, 492. Taylor, John, the Water-Poet, Vandals, iii. 86. Walpole, (late Sir Robert] praised by our Author, ii. 314." Withers, George, i. 296. Wynk yn de Worde, i. 149. Ward, Edw. i. 233. iii. 34. Warner, Thomas, ü. 125. Wilkins, ibid. Woolston, Thomas, iii. 212. Wormius, iii. 188. Wasse, iv. 237. iv. 206, 273. OF THE SECOND VOLUME. Page .... Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot . . . . Satires, Epis les, and Odes of Horace imitated 17 Satires of Dr. Donne versified . . . . . 66 Epilogue to the Satires . . . . . . . . 77 Ode on St. Cecilia's Day . . . . . . . on Solitude . . . . . . . . . , . EPISTLES. To Robert Earl of Oxford. 1721 . . . . . To James Craggs, Esq. . . . . . . . 97 To Mr. Addison . . . . . . . . . . ib. To Miss Blount, with Voiture's Works. 1717 . 102 To the same, on her leaving Town after the Co. ronation. 1715 . . . . . . . . . 104 To Mr. John Moore, Author of the celebrated Worm-powder . . . . . . . . . . 105 To Mrs. N. B. on her Birth-day . . . . . 106 To Mr. T. Southern, on his Birth-day. 1742 . 107 EPITAPHS · · · · · · · · · · · · · 108 Eloisa to Abelard . . . . . . . . . . 115 Elegy to the Memory of an unfortunate Lady . 124 The Basset-table. An Eclogue . . . . . 127 Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato . . . to a Play for Mr. Dennis's Benefit, 1733 131 Epilogue to Mr. Rowe's. Jane Shore . . . . 13% Stanzas to Lady Frances Shirley . . . . . 133 Song by a Person of Quality. 1733. . . . 134 Macer. A Character . . . . . . . . . 135 130 |