No more, alas! the voice of Fame they hear, 545 Why all your toils? your sons have learn'd to sing. How quick Ambition hates to ridicule! The sire is made a peer, the son a fool. On some, a priest succinct in amice white Thy truffles, Perigord thy hams, Bayonne ! 550 553 Wash Bladen white, and expiate Hays's stain. 560 Knight lifts the head; for what are crowds undone, To three essential partridges in one? Gone ev'ry blush, and silent all reproach, Contending princes mount them in their coach. REMARKS. 566 v. 560. ---Bladen---Hays.] Names of gamesters. Bladen is a black man. Robert Knight, Cashier of the South-sea Company, who fled from England in 1720 (afterwards pardoned in 1742.)---These lived with the utmost magnificence at Paris, and kept open tables frequented by persons of the first quality of England, and even by princes of the blood of France. Her children first of more distinguish'd sort, Shine in the dignity of F. R. S. 570 Some, deep Free-masons, join the silent race, Worthy to fill Pythagoras's place: Some botanists, or florists at the least, Or issue members of an annual feast. 575 Then, blessing all, Go, children of my care! Or draw to silk Arachne's subtle line; Volume IV. Ꮪ 583 -500 Others import yet nobler arts from France, бос More she had spoke, but yawn'd---All Nature nods: 605 What mortal can resist the yawn of gods? awake; 610 The Convocation gap'd, but could not speak: The vapour mild o'er each Committee crept; And chiefless Armies doz'd out the campaign; 615 620 Till drown'd was Sense, and Shame, and Right, and Wrong--- O sing, and hush the nations with thy song! In vain, in vain---the all-composing hour Resistless falls: the Muse obeys the pow'r. 625 She comes! she comes! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval, and of Chaos old! 630 Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay, 635 The sick'ning stars fade off the ethereal plain; As Argus's eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, 640 IMITATIONS. v. 621. Relate who first, who last, resign'd to rest: Whose beads she parily, whose completely blest.] "Quem telo primum, quem postremum aspera Virg. Dejicis? aut quot humi, morientia corpora fundis ?5Virg. 66 v. 637. As Argus' eyes, &c.] "Et quamvis sopor est oculorum parte receptus, Ovid. Met. II: Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, 645 And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. And unawares Morality expires. 650 Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; 655 VARIATIONS. .643. In the former edit. it stood thus: And this was intended as a censure of the Newtonian philosophy. For the Poet had been misled by the prejudices of foreigners, as if that philosophy had recurred to the ocult qualities of Aristotle. This was the idea he received of it from a man educated much abroad, who had read every thing, but every thing superficially. Had his excellent Friend, Dr. A. been consulted in this matter, it is certain that so unjust a reflection had never discredited so noble a Satire. When I hinted to him how he had been imposed upon, he changed the lines with great pleasure, into a compliment (as they now stand) on that divine genius, and a satire on the folly by which he, the Poet himself, had been misled. END OF THE DUNCIAD, |