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I diftrufted. But I think the Supposition you draw from the Notion of Adrian's being addicted to Magic, is a little uncharitable, (“ that he might fear “ no sort of Deity, good or bad") since in the third Verse he plainly testifies his Apprehension of a future State, by being sollicitous whither his Soul was going! As to what you mention of his using gay and ludicrous Expressions, I have owned my Opinion to be that the Expressions are not so, but that diminutives are often in the Latin Tongue used as marks of ten derness and concern.
Anima is no more than my Soul, Animula has the Force of my dear Soul. To lay Virgo Bella is not half so endearing as Pirguncula Bellula, and had Augustus only callid Horace Lepidum Hominem, it had amounted to no more than that he thought him a pleasant Fellow : 'Twas the Homunciolum that express'd the Love and Tenderness that great Emperor had for him. And perhaps I should myself be much better pleas'd, if I were told you call'd me your little Friend, than if you complimented me with the Title of a great Genius, or an eminent Hand (as Jacob does all his Authors). I am
Mr P-OPE to...
DECEM. 5, 1712.
have thowi me, I must confess, several of my Faults in the Sight of those Letters. Upon a Review of them, I
many things that would give ine Shame, i I were not more desirous to be thought tonelt tha i
prudent : so many things freely thrown out, such Lengths of unreserv'd Friendship, Thoughts just warm from the Brain, without any · polishing or Dress, the very Dishabille of the Understanding. You have prov'd yourself more tender of another's Embryo's than the fondest Mothers are of their own, for you have preserv'd every thing that I mifcarry'd of. Since I know this, I shall, in one respect be more afraid of writing to you than ever, at this careless rate, because I see my
evil Works may again rise in judgment against me: Yet in another respect I shall be lefs afraid, since this has given me such a Proof of the extreme Indulgence you
afford to my slightest Thoughts. The Revisal of these Letters has been a kind of Examination of Conscience to me ; so fairly and faithfully have I set down in 'em from time to time the true and undistinguish'd State of my Mind.
Mind. But I find that these, which were intended as Sketches of my Frienship, give as imperfect Images of it, as the little Landscapes we commonly fee in black and white, do of a beautiful Country; they can represent but a very small part of it, and that depriv'd of the Life and Lustre of Nature. I perceive that the more I endeavoured to render manifest the real Affection and Value I ever had for you, I did but injure it by representing less and less of it: as Glasses which are design'd to make an Object very clear, generally contract it
. Yet as when people have a full Idea of a thing, first
, upon their own Knowledge, the least Traces of it serve to refresh the Remembrance, and are not displeasing on that Score : So I hope the Foreknowledge you had of
my Efteem for you, is the Reason that you do not dislike my
Letters. They will not be of any great Service (I find) in the Delign I mention’d to you: I believe I had better steal from a richer Man, and plunder your Let
ters (which I have kept as carefully as I would Letters Patents, since they intitle me to what I more value than Titles of Honour). You have fome Cause to apprehend this Usage from me, if what some fay be true, that I am a great Borrower ; however, I have hitherto had the Luck, that none of my Creditors have challeng'd me for it; and those who say it are such, whose Writings no Man ever borrow'd from, so have the least Reason to complain : Their Works are granted on all hands to be but too much their own. Another has been pleas’d to declare, that my Verses are corrected by other Men: I verily believe theirs were never corrected by any Man: But, indeed, if mine have not, 'twas not my Fault, I have endeavour'd my utmost that they should. But these things are only whisper'd, and I will not incroach upon Bays's Province and Pen-IV hispers, so hasten to conclude
Sir WILLIAM TRUMBULL to
Mr PoPE. .
MARCH 6, 1713. ITHINK a hasty Scribble lows more what
Aows from the Heart, than a Letter after Balzac's Manger in studied Phrases ; therefore I will
you as fast as I can, that I have receiv'd your Favour of the 26th past, with your kind Present of The Rape of the Lock. You have given me the truest Satisfaction imaginable, not only in making good the just Opinion I have ever had of your Reach of Thought, and my Idea of your comprehensive
Genius; but likewife in that Pleasure I take as an Englifh Man to see the French, even Boileau himfelf in his Lutrin, outdone in your Poem, for you descend,, leviore pleEtro, to all the nicer Touches, that your own Observation and Wit furnish, on fuch a Subject as requires the finest Strokes, and the livelieft Imagination. But I must say no more (tho’ I could a great deal) on what pleafes me fo much; and henceforth I hope you will never condemn me of Partiality, fince I only swim with the Stream, and approve what all Men of good Taste (notwithstanding the jarring of Parties) must and do univerfally applaud. I now come to what is of vast moment, I mean the Preservation of your Health, and beg of you earnestly to get out of all Taverne Company, and fly away tanquam ex incendio. What a Misery it is for you to be destroy'd by the foolish Kindness ('tis all one whether real of pretended) of those who are able to bear the Poison of bad Wine, and to engage you in so unequal a Combat ? As to Homer, by all I can learn your Business is done; therefore come away and take a little time to breathe in the Country. I beg now for my own lake, but much more for your's; methinks Mr-has faid to you more than once,
Heu fuge, nate dea, teque his, ait, eripe
Mr POPE to Sir WILLIAM
MARCH 12, 1713. THOUGH any thing you write is fure to be a
Pleasure to me, yet I must own your last Let, ter made me uneasy: You really use a Style of Com. pliment, which I expect as little as I deserve it. know 'tis a common Opinion, that a young Scribs bler is as ill pleas'd to hear Truth of a young Lady, From the Moment one sets up for an Author, ons must be treated as ceremoniously, that is, as un, faithfully,
As a King's Favourite, or as a King.
This Proceeding, join’d to that natural Vanity which first makes a Man an Author, is certainly enough to render him a Coxcomb for Life, But I must grant it is but a juft Judgment upon Poets, that they whose chief Pretence is Wit, thou'd be treated just as they themselves treat Fools, that is, be cajold with Praises. And I believe, Poets are the only poor Fellows in the World whom any body will flatter.
I would not be thought, to say this, as if the obliging Letter you sent me deserv'd this Imputation, only it put me in mind of it ; and I fancy one may. apply to one's Friend what Cæfar faid of his Wife; It was not fufficient that he knew her to be chaft him, self, but the Mou'd not be so much as suspected by others.
As to the wonderful Discoveries, and all the good News you are pleas'd to tell ine of myself, I treat it as you, who are in the Secret, treat common News, groundless Reports of Things at a distance, which I,