Tho' in his pictures Luft be full display'd, At this entranc'd, he lifts his hands and eyes, Squeaks like a high-ftretch'd luteftring, and replies: "Oh 'tis the sweetest of all earthly things "To gaze on Princes, and to talk of Kings! Then, happy Man who shows the Tombs! faid I, He dwells amidst the royal Family; 95 100 105 He ev'ry day, from King to King can walk, Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk, And get by speaking truth of monarchs dead, What few can of the living, Eafe and Bread. "Lord, Sir, a meer Mechanic! ftrangely low, "And coarfe of phrafe,-your English all are so. "How elegant your Frenchmen?" Mine, d'ye mean? I have but one, I hope the fellow's clean. "Oh! Sir, politely fo! nay, let me die, "Your only wearing is your Padua-foy." Not, Sir, my only, I have better ftill, And this you fee is but my difhabilleWild to get loose, his Patience I provoke, Mistake, confound, object at all he spoke. NOTES. III tator has given us more than an equivalent in that fine ftroke of moral fatire in the 106 and 107th lines. Not fo, Sir, I have more. Under this pitch He would not fly; I chaf'd him: but as Itch He to another key his style doth dress; And asks what news; I tell him of new playes, More than ten Hollenfheads, or Halls, or Stows, Of trivial houfhold trash: He know, he knows When the Queen frown'd or finil'd, and he knows what A fubtle Statesman may gather of that; He knows who loves whom; and who by poifon Hafts to an Offices reverfion; Who wastes in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes, Who loves whores He knows who hath fold his land, and now doth beg A licence, old iron, boots, shoes, and egge But as coarse iron, sharpen'd, mangles more, He past it o'er; affects an easy fmile 120 At all my peevishness, and turns his style. 125 He hears, and as a Still with fimples in it Between each drop it gives, ftays half a minute, By little, and by little, drops his lies. 129 Meer houfhold trafh! of birth-nights, balls, and fhows, More than ten Hollingfheads, or Halls, or Stows. When the Queen frown'd, or fmil'd, he knows; and what A subtle Minister may make of that : Who fins with whom: who got his Penfion rug, Is therefore fit to have a Government: 135 Who in the secret, deals in Stocks fecure, 140 And cheats th' unknowing Widow and the Poor : Who makes a Truft or Charity a Job, And gets an Act of Parliament to rob: shortly boys fhall not play At fpan-counter, or blow-point, but fhall pay He with home meats cloyes me. I belch, fpue, spit, He thrusts on more, and as he had undertook, Speaks of all States and deeds that have been fince The Spaniards came to th' loss of Amyens. Like a big wife, at fight of loathed meat, To hear this a Makaron talk: in vain, for yet, NOTES. ▸ Whom we call an Afs, the Italians ftyle Maccheroni. VER. 151. What Lady's face etc.] The Original is here very humourous. This torrent of scandal concludes thus, And wifer than all us He knows what Lady the reader expects it will conclude,-what Lady is painted. No, juft the contrary, what Lady is not painted, fatirically infinuating, that that is a better Proof of the goodness of his intelligence than the other. The Reader. 3 Why Turnpikes rise, and now no Cit nor clown Shortly no lad fhall chuck, or lady vole, 145 150 As one of Woodward's patients, fick, and fore, I puke, I nauseate,-yet he thrusts in more: Trim's Europe's balance, tops the statesman's part, And talks Gazettes and Poft-boys o'er by heart. Like a big wife at fight of loathfome meat Ready to caft, I yawn, I figh, and sweat. Then as a licens'd fpy, whom nothing can Silence or hurt, he libels the great Man; Swears ev'ry place entail'd for years to come, In fure fucceffion to the day of doom: He names the price for ev'ry office paid, And says our wars thrive ill, because delay'd: NOTES. 160 fees there is greater force in the use of these plain words, than in those which the Imitator employs. And the reafon is, because the fatire does not turn upon the odiousness of painting; in which cafe the terms of a painted wall had given force to the expreffion; but upon the frequency of it, which required only the fimple mention of the thing. VER. 152. As one of Woodward's patients,] Alluding to the effects of his ufe of oils in bilious disorders. |