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Septimus octavo propior jam fugerit annus,
Ex quo Mæcenas me cæpit habere suorum
In numero: duntaxat ad hoc, quem tollere rhedâ
Vellet, iter faciens, et cui concredere nugas
Hoc genus: Hora quota est ? Thrax est Gallina

Syro par?
Matutina parum cautos jam frigora mordent:
Et quæ rimosâ benè deponuntur in aure.
Per totum hoc tempus, subjectior in diem et horam
Invidiæ. Noster ludos spectaverit und,
Luserat in campo, fortunæ filius, omnes.
Frigidus à Rostris manat per compita rumor :
Quicunque obvius est, me consulit: O bone (nam te

NOTES.

Ver. 85, Since HARLEY bid me] The rise and progress of Swift's intimacy with Lord Oxford is minutely detailed in his very interesting Journal to Stella. And the reasons why a man, that served a ministry so effectually, was so tardily, and so difficultly, and so poorly rewarded, are well explained in Sheridan's Life of Swift, and arose principally from the insuperable aversion the Queen had conceived to the author of a Tale of a Tub as a profane book ; which aversion was kept alive, and increased by the Duchess of Somerset, against whom Swift had written a severe lampoon. It appears from this life that Lords Oxford and Bolingbroke always kept concealed from Swift their inability to serve him. With whatever secrets Swift might have been trusted, it does not appear he knew any thing of a design to bring in the Pretender. Swift was a true Whig. His political principles are amply unfolded in an excellent letter written to Pope, Jan. 20, 1721; and indeed they had been sufficiently displayed, many years before, in The Sentiments of a Church of England Man; a treatise replete with strong sense, sound principles, and clear reasoning. Warton.

The real cause of Swift's disappointment in his hopes of preferment, is explained in Coxe's Memoirs of Walpole. Both Gay and Swift conceived every thing was to be gained by the interest of

Mrs.

'Tis (let me see) three years and more, (October next it will be four) Since HARLEY bid me first attend,

85 And chose me for a humble friend; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As, “ What's o'clock ?” And “How's the wind ?" “ Who's chariot's that we left behind ?" 90 Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs ; Or, “ Have you nothing new to-day “ From Pope, from Parnelle, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains

95 My Lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down : To Windsor, and again to town,

Where all that passes, inter nos,
Might be proclaimed at Charing-cross. 100

Yet some I know with envy swell,
Because they see me used so well:
“ How think you of our friend the Dean?
I wonder what some people mean;
My Lord and he are grown so great,

105
Always together, tête à tête.
What, they admire him for his jokes-
See but the fortune of some folks ?"
There flies about a strange report
Of some express arrived at court;

110 I'm stopp'd by all the fools I meet, And catechised in every street.

NOTES.

Mrs. Howard, to whom they paid incessant court. This has been before explained.

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Perditur hæc inter misero lux; non sine votis. O rus, quando ego te aspiciam ? quandoque li

cebit, Nunc veterum libris, nunc somno et inertibus horis, Ducere solicitæ jucunda oblivia vitæ ? O quando faba Pythagoræ cognata, simulque Uncta satìs pingui ponentur oluscula lardo ? O noctes, cænæque Deûm! quibus ipse meique, Ante Larem proprium vescor, vernasque procaces Pasco libatis dapibus. Prout cuique libido est, Siccat inæquales calices conviva, solutus Legibus insanis : seu quis capit acria fortis Pocula ; seu modicis uvescit lætiùs. Ergo Sermo oritur, non de villis domibusve alienis,

NOTES.

Ver. 141. Here no man prates] Alcibiades, in the Symposium of Plato, finely compares Socrates, whose face was disgusting and unpromising, to the little statues of Silenus, which had no external beauty; but if you opened them, you found within the figures of all the gods. Rabelais applied this comparison to the Satires of Horace, which at first sight do not seem to contain so many exquisite moral rules. Dacier borrowed this comparison from Rabelais, without acknowledgment, as he has done many remarks from Cruquius and Lambinus, and from the old commentators, Acron and Porphyrius.

Warton. Ver. 142. that Italian sings,] Happily turned from Horace's Dancer, “ Lepos;”-not so, ver. 144, which is political, and not one of the trifting topics here mentioned.

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You, Mr. Dean, frequent the great;
Inform us, will the Emperor treat?
Or do the prints and papers lie ?”

115
Faith, Sir, you know as much as I.
“ Ah Doctor, how you love to jest ?
'Tis now no secret”-I protest
'Tis one to me—" Then tell us, pray,
When are the troops to have their pay?"

120
And, though I solemnly declare
I know no more than my Lord Mayor,
They stand amazed, and think me grown
The closest mortal ever known.
Thus in a sea of folly toss'd,

125
My choicest hours of life are lost;
Yet always wishing to retreat,
Oh, could I see my country seat!
There leaning near a gentle brook,
Sleep, or peruse some'ancient book, 130
And there in sweet oblivion drown
Those cares that haunt the court and town.
O charming noons ! and nights divine !
Or when I sup, or when I dine,
My friends above, my folks below,

135
Chatting and laughing all-a-row,
The beans and bacon set before 'em,
The Grace-cup served with all decorum:
Each willing to be pleased, and please,
And even the very dogs at ease!

140
Here no man prates of idle things,
How this or that Italian sings,

Nec malè necne Lepos saltet : sed quod magis ad

nos

Pertinet, et nescire malum est, agitamus; utrumne
Divitiis homines, an sint virtute beati :
Quidve ad amicitias, usus, rectumne, trahat nos:
Et
quæ

sit natura boni, summumque quid ejus.
Cervius hæc inter vicinus garrit aniles
Ex re fabellas. Si quis nam laudat Arel lî
Solicitas ignarus opes, sic incipit: Olim

NOTES.

Ver. 153. Our friend Dan Prior] I have frequently wondered how sparing Pope has been in general in his praises of Prior, especially as the latter was the intimate friend of Swift and Lord Oxford. I imagine this reserve is owing principally to some satirical epigrams that Prior wrote on Atterbury. The Alma is not the only composition of Prior, in which he has displayed a knowledge of the world and of human nature; for I was once permitted to read a curious manuscript, late in the hands of her Grace the Duchess Dowager of Portland, containing essays and dialogues of the dead, on the following subjects, by Prior:

1. Heads for a Treatise on Learning. 2. Essay on Opinion. 3. A Dialogue betwixt Charles the Fifth and Clenard the

Grammarian. 4. Betwixt Locke and Montaigne. 5. The Vicar of Bray and Sir Thomas More. 6. Oliver Cromwell and his Porter.

If these pieces were published, Prior would appear to be as good a prose-writer as a poet. It seems to be growing a little fashionable to decry his great merits as a poet. They who do this, seem not sufficiently to have attended to his admirable Ode to Mr. Charles Montague, afterwards Earl of Halifax; his Ode to the Queen, 1706; his Epistle and Ode to Boileau; most of his Tales; the Alma, here mentioned; the Henry and Emma, (in which surely are many strokes of true tenderness and pathos); and his Solomon, a poem which, however faulty in its plan, has

yet

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