Plate XVI

Vol. IV. facing p-5

F.Hayman inv.et del.

C.Grignion foulp

Shut, shut the Door, good John fatigud I said Tye up the Knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.

Op: to Arbuthnot.

EPISTLE

TO

Dr. ARBUTH NOT.

An Apology for himself and his Writings. Being the Prologue to the Satire.

P.

HUT, fhut the door, good John! fatigu'd

SHU Traid,

Tye up the knocker, fay I'm fick, I'm dead.
The Dog-ftar rages! nay 'tis past a doubt,
All Bedlam, or Parnaffus, is let out:

Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

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What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, thro' my Grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge,

They stop the chariot, and they board the barge. 10 No place is facred, not the Church is free,

Ev'n Sunday fhines no Sabbath-day to me:

NOTES.

VER. 1. Shut, fout the door, good John !1 John Searle, his old and faithful fervant: whom he has remembered, under that chara&er, in his Will.

Then from the Mint walks forth the Man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me, juft at Dinner-time.

Is there a Parfon, much be-mus'd in beer,
A maudlin Poetefs, a rhyming Peer,

A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's foul to cross,
Who pens a Stanza when he should engross?

Is there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, fcrawls
With defp'rate charcoal round his darken'd walls?
All fly to TWIT'NAM, and in humble ftrain
Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain.
Arthur, whofe giddy fon neglects the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause:
Poor Cornus fees his frantic wife elope,

And curfes Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.

Friend to my Life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle fong)

VARIATIONS.

After 20. in the MS.

Is there a bard in durance? turn them free,
With all their brandish'd reams they run to me:
Is there a Prentice, having feen two plays,
Who would do fomething in his Semptress' praise-

NOTES.

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VER. 13. Mint] A place to which infolvent debtors retired, to enjoy an illegal protection they were there fuffered to afford one another, from the perfecution of their creditors.

VER. 23. Arthur,] Arthur Moore, Efq:

What Drop or Noftrum can this plague remove?
Or which muft end me, a Fool's wrath or love? 30
A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped,

If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead.
Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge, how wretched I!
Who can't be filent, and who will not lye:
To laugh, were want of goodness and of grace, 35
And to be grave, exceeds all Pow'r of face.

I fit with fad civility, I read

With honeft anguish, and an aching head;
And drop at last, but in unwilling ears,

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This faving counfel, "Keep your piece nine years." Nine years! cries he, who high in Drury-lane,

Lull'd by foft Zephyrs thro' the broken pane, Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before Term ends, Oblig'd by hunger, and request of friends:

VARIATIONS.

VER. 29. in the 1st Ed.

Dear Doctor, tell me, is not this a curse? Say, is their anger, or their friendship worse?

NOTES.

VER. 33. Seix'd and ty'd down to judge,

Alluding to

the scene in the Plain-Dealer, where Oldfox gags, and ties

down the Widow, to hear his well-pen'd fianzas. VER. 38. honeft anguish,] i. e. undiffembled.

Ibid. an aching head;] Alluding to the disorder he was then fo conftantly afflicted with.

VER. 43. Rhymes ere be wakes,] A pleasant allufion to those words of Milton,

Dictates to me flumb'ring, or infpires
Eafy my unpremeditated Verfe.