112 While you so smoothly turn and rowl our sphere, We reft in and peace yet in motion fhare. Let then those crimes within you fee; envy 115 From which the happy never must be free; 120 The joy and the revenge of ruin'd pride. 126 Nor can we this weak fhow'r a tempeft call, Johnfon fays," the mind perceives enough to be delighted, and readily forgives its obfcurity for its magnificence." I own I think its obfcurity fo grofs that it cannot be forgiven, and its Dr. J. WARTON. magnificence loft by its no meaning. ages Ver. 119. Let envy then] Great minifters, in all and countries, have ever been attacked by fatyrical wits. Above one hundred and fifty-nine fevere invectives were written againft Cardinal Mazarine, many of them by Scarron and Saudricourt, which have been collected and called the Mazaranides. Dr. J. WARTON, 134 In all things else above our humble fate, fight: 159 Sometimes the hill fubmits itself a while 144 Sees rowling tempefts vainly beat below; Ver. 139. Sometimes the hill submits itself a while In fmall defcents,] "quà fe fubducere colles Incipiunt, mollique jugum demittere clivo." Virgil, Ecl. ix. 8. JOHN WARTON. Ver. 143. Your brow, which does no fear of thunder know, 149 I cannot readily turn either to the paffage or author of the following reflection :-" Great men ought not to listen to, or even hear the mean cries of envy. Atlas, who fupports the hea vens, hears not from his height the roaring and beating of the waves of the fea at his feet." JOHN WARTON. Ver. 149. Thus heav'nly] Dr. Johnson is of opinion, that And ftill it fhall without a weight increase, 154 "in this poem he feems to have collected all his powers." I fhould lament if this were true. But then he adds, "He has concluded with lines of which I think not myfelf obliged to tell Dr. J. WARTON. the meaning." SATIRE ON THE DUTCH. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1662*. AS needy gallants, in the fcrivener's hands, Court the rich knaves that gripe their mortgag'd lands; 5 The firft fat buck of all the feafon's fent, Nay, to keep friendship, they shall pickle you. This poem is no more than a prologue a little altered, prefixed to our author's tragedy of Amboyna, VOL. I. F DARRICK. What injuries foe'er upon us fall, Yet ftill the fame religion anfwers all. 19 Drew English blood, and Dutchmen's now wou'd fpare. 20 Be gull'd no longer; for you'll find it true, 25 To one well-born th'affront is worfe and more, When he's abus'd and baffl'd by a boor. With an ill grace the Dutch their mischiefs do; They've both ill nature and ill manners too. 30 Well may they boaft themselves an ancient na tion; For they were bred ere manners were in fashion: And their new commonwealth has fet them free Only from honour and civility. Venetians do not more uncouthly ride, Than did their lubber ftate mankind beftride. Ver. 35. 35 Venetians do not more uncouthly ride.] Horfes are almost useless in Venice from its fituation, there being canals in every street, fo that it cannot be thought the Venetians are ex |