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And, lest we ert by wit's wild dancing light, As, forc'd from wind-guns, lead itself can dy,
Secure us kindly in our native night.

And ponderous slugs cut swiftly through the sky: Or, if to wit a coxcomb make pretence,

As clocks to weight their nimble motions owe,
Guard the sure barrier between that and sense; The wheels above urg'd by the load below:
Or quite unravel all the reas'ning thread, Me Emptiness and Dulness could inspire,
And hang some curious cobweb in its stead! 180 And were my elasticity and fire.

Some demon stole my pen (forgive th' offence)

And once betray'd me into common sense :
Ver. 177. Or, if to wit, &c.) In the former edit. Else all my prose and verse were much the same;

Ah! still o'er Britain stretch that reaceful wand, This, prose on stilts; that, poetry fall’n lame. 190
Which lulls th' Helvetian and Batavian land ; Did on the stage my fops appear confin'd?
Where rebel to thy throne if Science rise, My life gave ampler lessons to maukind.
She does but show her coward face and dies : Did the dead letter unsuccessful prove?
There thy good scholiasts with unwearied pains The brisk example never fail'd to move.
Make Horace flat, and humble Maro's strains : Yet sure had Heaven decreed to save the state,
Here studious I unlucky moderns save,

Heaven had decreed these works a longer date.
Nor sleeps one errour in its father's grave, Could Troy be sav'd by any single hand,
Old puns restore, lost blunders nicely seek, This grey-goose weapon must have made her stand.
and crucify poor Shakespre once a week. What can I now? my Fletcher cast aside,
For thee I dim these eyes, and stuff this head, Take up the Bible, once my better guide? 200
With all such reading as was never read;
For thee supplying, in the worst of days,
Notes to dull books, and prologues to dull plays, Ver. 181. As, forc'd from wind-guns, &c.)
For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it,

The thought of these four verses is founded in a And write about it, goddess, and about it,

poem of our author's of a very early date (pamely So spins the silkworm small its slender store, written at fourteen years old, and soon after And labours, till it clouds itself all o'er.

printed) to the author of a poem called SucNot that my quill to critiques was confind,

cessio. My verse gave ampler lessons to mankind;

Ver. 198.-grey-goose weapon] Alluding to the So gravi-st precepts may successles prove, old English weapon, the arrow of the long bow, But sad examples never fail to move.

which was fletched with the feathers of the greyAs, forc'd from wind-guns, &c.

goose. Var. Nor sleeps one error-Old puns restore, Ver. 199. my Fletcher) A familiar manner of lost blunders, &c.] As where he | Tibbald; la speaking, used by modern critics, of a favourite boured to prove Shakespeare guilty of terrible author. Bays might as justly speak this of anachronisms, or low conundruns, which time had covered ; anul conversant in such authors as

VARIATIONS. Caxton and Wynkyn rather than in Homer or Ver. 195. Yet sure had Heaven &c.] In the for Chaurer. Nay, so for had he lost his reverence

mer edit. to this incomparable author, as to say in print Had Heaven decreed such works a longer date, “ He deserved to be whipt.” An insolence which

Heaven had decreed to spare the Grub-strect nothing sure can parallel! but that of Dennis, But ste great Settle to the dust descend, (state. who can be proved to have declared before com

And all thy cause and empire at an end ! pany, that Shakespeare was a rascal. O tempora ! Could Troy be sav'd, &c. o mores!

Instead of ver. 200-246. in the former editions. Var. And crucify poor Shakespeare once a week.] For some time, once a week or fortnigbt

Take up th' attorney's (once my better) guide?

Or rob the Roman geese of all their glories, he printed in Mist's Journal a single reinark or

And save the state by cackling to the Tories. puor conjecture on some word or pointing of Shake

Yes, to my country I my pen consign, spfare, either in his own name, or in letters to

Upon himself, as from others, without name.

Yes, from this moment, mighty Mist ! am thine.

And rival Curtius ! of thy fame and zeal, these somebody made this epigram:

O'er head and ears plunge for the public weal. 'Tis generous, Tibbald ! in thee and thy

Adieu, my children! better thus expire brothers,

Unstall'd, unsold ; thus glorious mount in fire, To help us thus to read the works of others : Fair without spot; than greas'd by grocer's Never for this can just returns be shown ;

hands, For who will help us e'er to read thy own? Or ship'd with Ward to Ape-and-monkey lands,

Var. Notes to dull books, and prologues to dull Or wafting ginger, round the streets to run, plays ;) As to Cook's Hesiod, where sometimes a And visit ale-house, where ye first begun. note, and sometimes even half a note, are care- With that he lifted thrice the sparkling brand, fully owned by him : And to Moore's comedy of And thrice he dropp'd it, &c. the Rival Modes, and other authors of the same rank. These were people who writ about the year


Ver. 197, 198. Could Troy be sav'dThis greya Ver. 178, 179. Guard the sure barrier or goose weapon] quite unravel, &c.] For wit or reasoning are never

Si Pergama dextra greatly hurtful to dulness, but when the first is Defendi possent, etiam hac defensa fuissent. founded in truth, and the other in usefulness.

Virg. n, il




Or tread the path by venturous heroes trod,

Hold-to the minister I more incline; This box my thunder, this right hand my God? To serve his cause, O queen! is serving thinc. Or chair'd at White's amidst the doctors sit, And see! thy very Gazetteers give o'er, Teach oaths to gamesters, and to nobles wit? Ev'n Ralph repents, and Henley writes no more. Or bidst thou rather party to embrace?

What then remains' Ourself. Still, still remain (A friend to party thou, and all her race;

Cibberian forehead, and Cibberian brain.
Tis the same rope at different ends they twist ; This brazen brightness, to the 'squire so dear;
To Dulness Ridpath is as dear as Mist.)

This polish'd hardness, that reflects the peer : 220
Shall I, like Curtius, desperate in my zeal, [210 This arch absurd, that wit and fool delights;
O'er head and ears plunge for the commonweal? This mess, toss'd up of Hockley-hole and Whites;
Or rob Rome's ancient geese of all their glories,

Where dukes and butchers join to wreathe my And cackling save the monarchy of Tories ? At once the bear and fiddle of the town. (crown,

O born in sin, and forth in folly brought!

Works damn'd, or to be damn'd! (your father's Fletcher, as a French wit did of Tully, seeing his Go, purify'd by flames ascend the sky, [fault) works in a library, “Ah! mon cher Ciceron! je My better and more Christian progeny, le connois bien ; c'est le même que Marc Tulle." But he had a better title to call Fletcher his own, having made so free with him.

auratis porticibus ? does not the very verse preVer. 200. Take up the bible, once my better ceding this informn us, guide?] When, according to his father's inter

Romuleoque recens horrebat regia culmo. tion, he had been a clergyman, or (as he thinks Is this thatch in one line, and gold in another, himself) a bishop of the church of England. consistent? I scruple not (repugnantibus omniHear his own words: “At the time that th · fate of

bus manuscriptis) to correct it auritis. Horace king James, the prince of Orange, and myself,

uses the same epithet in the same sense, were ou the anvil, Providence thought fit to post

Auritas fidibus canoris pone mine, till theirs were determined: but had

Ducere quercus. my father carried me a month sooner to the university, who knows but that purer fountain might and to say that walls have ears is common even have washed my imperfections into a capacity of to a proverb.--Scribl. writing, instead of plays and annual odes, ser- Ver. 212. And cackling save the monarchy of mons, and pastoral letters p" Apology for his Tories ?] Not out of any preference or affection Life, chap. iii.

to the Tories. For what Hobbes so ingenuously Ver 203. at White's amidst the doctors) These confesses of himself, is true of all ministerial doctors had a modest and upright appearance, na

writers whatsoever : “ That he defends the suair of over-bearing; but, like true masters of preme powers, as the geese by their cackling dearts, were only habited in black and white : They fended the Romans, who hold the Capitol; for were justly styled subtiles and graves, but not they favoured them no more than the Gauls, always irrefragabiles, being sometimes examined, their enemies, but were as ready to have defended and, by a nice distinction, divided and laid the Gauls, if they had been possessed of the open.

Serib? Capitol."'-Epist. Dedic. to the Leviathan. This learned critic is to be understood allego- Ver. 215. Gazetteers) A band of ministerial rically. The doctors in this place mean no more writers, hired at the price mentioned in the pote than false dice, a cant plırase used among game- on hook ii. ver. 316. who, on the very day their sters. So the meaning of these four sonorous lines patron quitted his post, laid down their paper, is only this, “ Shall I play fair or foul ?”

and declared they would never more meddle in Ver. 208. Ridpath-Mist.] George Ridpath, politics. author of a Whis paper, called the Flying-post ;

Ver. 218. Cibberian forehead] So indeed all Nathaniel Mist, of a famous Tory journal.

the MSS. read, but I make no scruple to pro. Ver. 211. Or rob Rome's ancient geese of all nounce them all wrong, the Laureate being else. their glories,] Relates to the well-known story of where celebrated by our poet for his great modesty the geese that sav'd the Capitol ; of which Virgil, modest Cibber-Read, therefore, at my parii, Æn. viii.

C-rberian forehead. This is perfectly classical, Atque hic auratis volitans argenteus anser

and, what is more, Homerical; the dog was the Pyrticibus, Gallos in limine adesse canebat.

ancient, as the bitch is the modern, symbol of

impudence: (Kuròs õpepenezixwe, says Achilles to A passage I hare always suspected. Who sees not the antithesis of auratis and argenteus to be Agamennon) which, when in a superlative de

gree, may well be denominated from Cerberus, unworthy the Virgilian majesty? And what aba

the dog with three heads. --But as to the latter surdity to say a goose sings ? canebat. Virgil part of this verse, Cibberian brain, that is cer. gives a contrary character of the voice of this silly tainly the genuine reading -- Bentl. bird, in Ecl. ix.

Ver. 225. O born in sin, &c.] This is a -argiitos inter strepere anser olores. Read it, therefore, adesse strepebat. And why which he is going to sacrifice, agrecable to the

tender and passionate apostrophe to his own works, nature of man in greai affliction ; and relecting

like a parent on the many miserable fates to which Ver. 202. This box my thunder, this right hand they would otherwise be subject. my god.)

Ver. 228. My better and more Christian proDextra mini Dens, & telum quor missile libro. geny!) “ It may be observable, that my muse Virgil of the Gods of Mezentius.

and my spouse were equally prolific; that the one


Unstain'd, untouch'd, and yet in maiden sheets ; Great Cæsar roars, and hisses in the fires;
While all your smutty sisters walk the streets. 230 King John in silence modestly expires :
Ye shall not beg, like gratis-given Bland,

No merit now the dear Nonjuror claims,
Sent with a pass, and vagrant through the land; Moliere's old stubble in a moment flames.
Nor sail with Ward, to ape and monkey climes, Tears gush'd again, as from pale Priam's eyes,
Where vile mundungus trucks for viler rhymes: When the last blaze sent llion to the skies. (head,
Not, sulphur-tipt, emblaze an ale-house fire; Rouz’d by the light, old Dulness heav'd the
Nor wrap up oranges, to pelt your sire!

Then snatch'd a sheet of Thule from her bed; O! pass more innocent, in infant state,

Sudden she tries, and whelms it o'er the pyre; To the mild limbo of our father Tate:

Down sink the flames, and with a hiss expire. 260 Or peaceably forgot, at once be blest

Her ample presence fills up all the place; In Shadwell's bosom with eternal rest! 230A reil of fogs dilates her awful face : (mayors Soon to that mass of Nonsense to return, (born. Great in her charms! as when on shrieves and Where things destroy'd are swept to things un- She looks, and breathes herself into their airs.

With that, a tear (portentous sign of grace!) She bids him wait her to her sacred dome: Stole froin the master of the seven-fold face: Well pleas'd he enter'd, and confess'd his home, And thrice he lifted high the birth-day brand, So, spirits, ending their terrestrial race, And thrice he dropt it from his quivering hand; Ascend, and recognise their native place. Then lights the structure, with averted eyes : This the great niother dearer held than all The rolling smokes involve the sacrifice.

The clubs of quidnuncs, or her own Guildhall: 270 The opening clouds disclose eawh work by turns, Now Names the Cid, and now Perolla burns; 250


the farces of this author, in which Ceres setting REMARKS.

fire to a corn-field, endangered the burning of the was seldom the mother of a child, but in the same play-house. year the other made me the father of a play. I Var.. And last, his own cold Eschylus took think we had a dozen of each sort between us; of fire.] He had been (to use an expression of our both which kinds some died in their infancy,” &c. poet) about Æschylus for ten years, and liad reLife of C. C. p. 217. Svo edit.

ceived subscriptions for the same, but then went Ver. 231. gratis-given Bland, --Sent with a about other books. The character of this tragic pass,] It was a practice so to give the Daily poet is fire and boldness in a high degree, but our Gazetteer and ministerial pamphlets (in which author supposes it very much cooled by the trapthis P. was a writer) and to send them post free to slation: upon sight of a specimen of which was all the towns in the kingdom.

made this epigram, Ver. 233—with Ward, to ape and monkey Alas! poor Æschylus! unlucky dog! climes,] “ Edward Ward, a very voluminous poet Whom once a lobster kill'd, and pow a log. in Hudibrastic verse, but best known by the Lon. But this is a grievous errour, for Æschylus vas don Spy, in prose. He has of late years kept a not slain by the fall of a lobster on his head, but public house in the city (but in a genteel way), of a tortoise, teste Val. Max. I. ix. cap. xii.-and with his wit, bumour, and good liquor (ale), Scribl. afforded his guests a pleasurable entertainment, After ver. 268. in the former edit. followed especially those of the high church party." Jacob, these two lines, Lives of Poets, vol. ii. p. 225. Great number of Raptur'd, he gazes round the dear retreat, his works were yearly sold into the Plantations.- And in sweet numbers celebrates the seat. Ward, in a book called Apollo's Maggot, declared Var. And in sweet numbers celebrates the seat.] this account to be a great falsity, protesting that Tibbald writ a poem called the Cave of Poverty, his public house was not in the city, but in Moor- which concludes with a very extraordinary wish, fields.

“ That some great genius, or man of distinguished Ver. 258, 240. Tate-Shadwell] Two of bis merit, may be starved, in order to celebrate her predecessors in the laurel.

power, and describe her cave.” It was printed in

octavo, 1715. VARIATIONS. Ver. 250. Now flames the Cid, &c.] In the Ver. 250. Now fames the Cid, &c.) In the first formes Ed.

notes on the Dunciad it was said, that this author Now flames old Memnon, now Rodrigo burns,

was particularly excellent at tragedy. - This" In one quick flash see Proserpine expire,

(says he) " is as unjust as to say I could not dance And last, his own cold Æschylus took fire. on a rope." But certain it is that he had Then gush'd the tears, as from the 'Trojan's eyes attempted to dance on this rope, and fell most When the last blaze, &c.

shamefully, having produced no less than four Var. Now Names old Memnon, now Rodrigo burns,

tragedies (the names of which the poet preserves In one quick flash see Proserpine expire,]

in these few lines), the three first of them were Meninon, a hero in the Persian Princess, very apt fairly printed, acted, and damned; the fourth to take fire, as appears by thse lines, with which suppressed in fear of the like treatment. be begins the play,

Ver. 253. the dear Nonjuror-Moliere's old

stubble] A comedy threshed out of Moliere's Tar.. By heaven it fires my frozen blood with rage, tufie, and so inuch the translator's favourite, that And makes it scald my agcd trunk.

he assures us all our author's dislike to it could Podrigo, the chief personage of the Perfidious only arise from disaffection to the government. Brother (a play written between Theobald and a He assures as, that " when he had the honour watch-maker). The Rape of Proserpine, one of ' to kiss his majesty's hand upon presenting bis




Mere stood her opium, here she nurs'd her owls, The goddess then, o'er his anointed head,
And hese she plann'd th' imperial seat of fools. With mystic words, the sacred opium shed.

Here to her chosen all her works she shows; And lo! her bird (a mönster of a fowl,
Prose swell'd to verse, verse loitering into prose: Something betwixt a heidegger and owl) 290
How randoin thoughts now meaning chance to find, Perch'd on his crown. “All hail! and hail again,
Now leave all memory of sense behind:

My son ! the promis'd land expects thy reign. How prologuies into prefaves decays

Know, Eusden thirsts no more for sack or praise; And these to notes are fritter'il quite away: He sleeps among the dull of ancient days; How index-learning turns no student pale,

Safe, where no critics damn, no duns molest, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail : 280 Where wretched Withers, Ward, and Gildon rest, llow, with less reading than inakes felons 'scape,

And high-born Howard, inore majestic sire, Less human genius than God gives an ape,

With fool of quality completes the quire. Small thanks to France, and none to Romne or

Thou, Cibber! thou, his laurel shalt support, Greece,

Folly, my son, has still a friend at court. 300 A past, vamp'd, future, old, reviv'd, new piece, "Twixt Plautus, Fletcher, Shakespeare, and CorCan make a Cibber, Tibbald, or Ozell. (neille, vertisement of Sept. 20, 1729, in a paper called

the Weekly Medley, &c. “ As to my learning,

this envious wretch knew, and every body knows, VARIATION.

that the whole bench of bishops, not long ago, Ver. 286. Can make a Cibber, Johuson, or

were pleaseıl to give me a purse of guineas, for Ozell.

discovering the erroneous translations of the Com

mon-prayer in Portuguese, Spanish, French, Itadedication of it, he was graciously pleased, out lian, &c. As for my genius, let Mr. Cleland of his royal bounty, to order himn two hundred show better verses in all Pope's works, than Ozell's pounds for it. And this he doubts not grieved version of Boileau's Lutrin, which the late lord Mr. P."

Halifax was so pleased with, that he complimented Ver. 258. Thule] An unfinished poem of that him with leave to dedicate it to him, &c. Let name, of which one sheet was printed many years him show better and truer poetry in the Rape of ago, by Ambrose Philips, a northern author. It the Lock, than in Ozell's Rape of the Bụcket (la is an nsyal method of putting out a fire, to cast Secchia rapita). And Mr. Toland and Vir, Gil vet sheets upon it. Some eritics have been of don publicly declared Ozell's translation of How opinion that this sheet was of the nature of the mer to be, as it was prior, so likewise superior to asbestos, which cannot be consumed by tire: But Pope's.--Surely, surely, every man is free to I rather think it an allegorical allusion to the deserve well of his country !”- John Ozell. coldness and heaviness of the writing.

We cannot but subscribe to such reverend tes. Ver. 269. great mother] Magna mater, here timonies, as those of the bench of bishops, Mr. applied to Dulness. The quidnuncs, a name given Toland, and Mr. Gildon. to the ancient members of certain politcal clubs, Ver. 290. a heidegger] A strange bird from who were constantly inquiring quid nunc? What Switzerland, and not (as some have supposed) news?

the name of an eminent person who was a man of Ver. 286. Tibbald,) Lewis Tibbald (as pro- parts, and, as was said of Petronius, arbiter elen nounced) or Theobald (as written) was bred an gantiarum. attorney, and son to an attorney (says Mr. Ver. 296. Withers,] See on ver. 146. Jacob) of Sittenburn, in Kent. He was author Ver. 296. Gildon] Charles Gildon, a writer of of some forgotten plays, translations, and other criticisms and libels in the last age, bred at St. pieces. He was concerned in a paper called the Omer's with the Jesuits; but renouncing popery, Censor, and a translation of Ovid. “ There is a he published Blount's books against the Divinity notorious idiot, one hight Wachuin, who, from of Christ, the Oracles of Reason, &c. He sig. an under-spur-leather to the law, is become an un-nalized himself as a critic, having written some derstrapper to the play-house, who hath lately bur- very bad plays; abused Mr. P. very scandalously lesqued the Metamorphoses of Ovid by a vile in an anonymous pamphlet of the Life of Mr. translation, &c. 'This fellow is concerned in an Wycherley, printed by Curll; in another, called impertinent paper called the Censor."-Dennis, the New Rehearsal, printed in 1714 ; in a third, Rem. on Pope's Hom. p. 9, 10.

entitled the Complete Art of English Poetry, in Ibid. Ozell.) “Mr. Jobn Ozell (if we credit two volumes; and others. Mr. Jacob) did go to school in Leicestershire, where somebody left him something to live on,

VARIATION when he shall retire from business. He was de- Ver. 293. Know, Eusden, &c.] In the fortaer edit. signed to be sent to Cambridge, in order for priest

know, Settle, cloy'd with custard and with hood; but he chose rather to be placed in an Is gather'd to the dull of ancient days, (praise, office of accounts, in the city, being qualified for Safe where no critics damn, no duns molest, the same by his skill in arithmetic, and writing Where Gildon, Banks, and high-born Howard the necessary hands. He has obliged the world

I see a king! who leads iny chosen sons (rest. with many translations of French plays." -Jacob, To lands that fow with clenches and with puns : Lives of Dram. Poets, p. 198.

Till cach fain'd theatre my empire own ; Mr. Jacob's character of Mr. Ozell seems vastly

Till Albion, as Hibernia, bless my throne ! short of his merits, and he ought to have further I see! I see !-Then rupt she spoke no more, justice done him, having since fully confuted all God save king Tibbald ! Grub-street alleys toas. warcasms on his learning and genius, by an ad- So when Jove's block, &c.



Lift up your gates, ye princes, see him come! So when Jove's block descended from on high
Sound, sound ye viols, be the cat-call dumb ! (As sings thy great forefather Ogilby)
Bring, bring the madding bay, the drunken Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog, (330

And the hoarse nation croak’d, God save king Log!
The creeping, dirty, courtly ivy join.
And thou! his aid-de-camp, lead on my sons,

REMARKS. Light-arm’d with points, antitheses, and puns, Upon which & wit of those times made this Let Baudry, Billingsgate, my daughters dear, epigram : Support his front, and oaths bring up the rear:

When Laureates make odes, do you ask of And under bis, and under Archer's wing, (310

what sort? Gaming and Grub-street skulk behind the king. “ O! when shall rise a monarch all our own,

Do you ask if they're good, or are evil?

You may judge From the Devil they come And I, a nursing-mother, rock the throne;

to the court, "Twixt prince and people close the curtain draw, Shade him from light, and cover him from law;

And go from the court to the Devil. Fatten the courtier, starve the learned band, Ver. 328-Ogilby)--God save king Log!] See And suckle armies, and dry-nurse the land : Ogilby's Esop's Fables, where, in the story of the Till senates nod to lullabies divine,

Frogs and their King, this excellent hemisticb is And all be sleep, as at an ode of thine."

to be found. She ceas'd. Then swells the chapel-royal throat: Our author manifests here, and elsewhere, a God save king Cibber! mounts in every note. 320 prodigious tenderness for the bad writers. We Familiar White's, God save king Colley ! cries; see be selects the only good passage, perhaps, in God save king Colley! Drury-lane replies : all that ever Ogilby writ! which shews how candid To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode, and patient a reader he must have been. What But pious Needham dropt the name of God; can be more kind and affectionate than the words Back to the Devil the last echoes roll,

in the preface to his poems, where he labours to And Coll! each butcher roars at Hockly-hole. call up all our humanity and forgiveness toward

these unlucky men, by the most moderate representation of their case, that has ever been given by

any author? Ver. 297. Howard] Hon. Fdward Howard,

But how much all indulgence is lost upon these author of the British Princes, and a great number of wonderful pieces, celebrated by the late earls people may appear from the just reflection made

on their constant conduct and constant fate, in the of Dorset and Rochester, duke of Buckingham,

following epigram : Mr. Waller, &c.

Ver. 309, 310, under Archer's wing,-Gaming, Ye little wits, that gleam'd a-while, &c.] When the statute against gaming was drawn When Pope vouchsaf'd a ray, up, it was represented, that the king, by ancient Alas! depriv'd of his kind smile, eustom, plays at hazard one night in the year; How soon ye fade away! and therefore a clause was inserted, with an ex

To compass Phæbus' car about, emption as to that particular. Under this pre- Thus empty vapours rise, tence, the groom-porter had a room appropriated

Each lends his cloud to put him out, to gaming all the summer the court was at Ken

That rear'd him to the skies. sington, which his majesty accidentally being ac

Alas! those skies are not your spbere ; quainted with, with a just indi nation, prohibited. It is reported the same practice is yet continued

There he shall ever burn : wherever the court resides, and the hazard table

Weep, weep, and fall! for Earth ye were,

And must to Earth return. there open to all the professed gamesters in town. Greatest and justest Sovereign ; know you this?

BOOK THE SECOND. Alas! no more, than Thames calm head can know,

ARGUMENT. Whose meads his arms drown, or whose corn

The king being proclaimed, the solemnity is o'erflow. Donne to Queen Eliz.

graced with public games and sports of various Ver. 319. chapel-royal] The voices and instruments used in the service of the chapel-royal being

kinds ; not instituted by the hero, as by Æneas

in Virgil, but for greater honour by the goddess also employed in the perforinance of the birth-day,

in person (in like manner as the games Pythia, and new-year odes.

Isthmia, &c. were anciently said to be ordained Ver. 324. But pious Needham] a matron of great fame, and very religious in her way; whose

by the gods, and as Thetis herself appearing,

according to Homer, Odyss. xxiv. proposed the constant prayer it was, that she might " get

prizes in honour of her son Achilles). Hither enough by her profession to leave it off in time,

flock the poets and critics, attended, as is but and make her peace with God.” But h r late was

just, with their patrons and booksellers. The not so happy; for being convicted, and set in

goddess is first pleased, for her disport, to the pillory, she was (to the lasting shame of all

propose games to the booksellers, and setteth ber great friends and votaries) so ill used by the

up the phantom of a poet, which they contend populace, that it put an end to ber days.

to overtake. The races described, with their Ver. 325. Bark to the Devil) The Devil Tavern

divers accidents. Next, the game for a in Fleet street, where these odes are usually re

poetess. Then follow the exercises for the poets, hearsed before they are performed at court.

of tickling, vociftraiing, diving: the first

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