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Itself o'er me: such men as he saw there

Low fear

I saw at court, and worse and more.
Becomes the guilty, not the accuser: Then,
Shall I, none's slave, of high-born or rais'd men
Fear frowns; and my mistress Truth, betray thee
For the huffing, bragart, puft nobility?

No, no, thou which since yesterday hast been,
Almost about the whole world, hast thou seen,
sun, in all thy journey, vanity,

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Such as swells the bladder of our court? I

Think he which made your waxen* garden, and Transported it from Italy, to stand

With us at London, flouts our courtiers; for Just such gay painted things, which no sap, nor Tast have in them, ours are; and natural

Some of the stocks are; their fruits bastard all.

NOTES.

section of the History of English Poetry; and to Mr. Hayley's elegant translation of the three cantos of the Inferno. Notwithstanding the feeble and tasteless attacks of Voltaire, real judges will ever think that it abounds in many strokes of the true sublime, and the pathetic, though mixed with the strongest traits of the satiric. With what vigour and vehemence has he justly lashed the profligacy, the tyranny, and the corruptions of the Church of Rome, being one of the very first writers that called her the Great Harlot in the Apocalypse: canto 19, of the Inferno. Nor has he been less severe on cruel and despotic princes; and in one place makes Hugh Capet confess that his father was a butcher: Figliuol d' un' Beccaio di Parigi. Purgat. canto 20: and own himself the cause and origin of much mischief to Christendom:

I fui

* A show of the Italian Garden in wax-work, in the time of King James the First. Pope.

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Base fear becomes the guilty, not the free;
Suits tyrants, plunderers, but suits not me:
Shall I, the terror of this sinful town,
Care, if a liveried Lord or smile or frown?
Who cannot flatter, and detest who can,
Tremble before a noble serving-man?

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O my fair mistress, Truth! shall I quit thee 200
For huffing, braggart, puff'd nobility?
Thou, who since yesterday hast roll'd o'er all
The busy, idle blockheads of the ball,
Hast thou, oh sun! beheld an emptier sort,
Than such as swell this bladder of a court?
Now pox on those who shew a Court in wax!
It ought to bring all courtiers 'on their backs:
Such painted puppets! such a varnish'd race
Of hollow gew-gaws, only dress and face!
Such waxen noses, stately staring things-

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No wonder some folks bow, and think them kings.

NOTES.

I fui radice de la mala pianta,

Ché la terra Christiana tutta aduggia,

Si che buon frutto rado se ne schianta.

I only just add, that Mr. Addison appears not to have read Dante, from his never once referring to him in his Criticisms on Milton, who was such an admirer and imitator of this great Italian Poet. Algarotti justly laments the loss of an inestimable treasure, a copy of Dante, which Michael Angelo had enriched with designs drawn with his pen, on the margin of each leaf. Dante was justly styled, Il poeta dell' evidenza.

The first stanzas of the 24th canto of the Inferno, printed in Dodsley's Museum, No. 2, page 57, are by Mr. Spence. Voltaire absurdly calls Il Inferno, "Ce Salmigondis." Warton.

Ver. 206. Court in wax!] A famous show of the Court of France, in wax-work.

Pope.

"Tis ten a clock and past; all whom the mues, Baloun, or tennis, diet, or the stews

Had all the morning held, now the second Time made ready, that day, in flocks are found In the Presence, and I (God pardon me)

As fresh and sweet their apparels be, as be Their fields they sold to buy them. For a king Those hose are, cry the flatterers; and bring Them next week to the theatre to sell.

Wants reach all states: me seems they do as well At stage, as courts; all are players. Whoe'er looks (For themselves dare not go) o'er Cheapside books Shall find their wardrobes' inventory. Now The ladies come. As pirates (which do know That there came weak ships fraught with Cutchanel)

The men board them; and praise (as they think)

well,

Their beauties; they the men's wits; both are

bought.

Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought

NOTES.

Ver. 213. At Fig's, at White's,] White's was a noted gaminghouse: Fig's, a prize-fighter's academy, where the young nobility received instruction in those days: it was also customary for the nobility and gentry to visit the condemned criminals in Newgate.

Pope.

Ver. 218. "That's velvet] Much superior to the original in brevity and elegance: the next line is a stricture on the act for licensing plays, which about this time occasioned great debates in the House of Lords, and a very spirited and remarkable speech of Lord Chesterfield in behalf of play-writers: "Wit," said he, my Lords, is the property of those who have it; and very often

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See! where the British youth, engaged no more At Fig's, at White's, with felons, or a whore, Pay their last duty to the court, and come All fresh and fragrant to the drawing-room; In hues as gay, and odours as divine,

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As the fair fields they sold to look so fine.
"That's velvet for a king?" the flatterer swears;
'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be king Lear's.
Our Court may justly to our stage give rules, 220
That helps it both to fools-coats and to fools.
And why not players strut in courtiers' clothes?
For these are actors too, as well as those:
Wants reach all states; they beg but better drest,
And all is splendid poverty at best.

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Painted for sight, and essenced for the smell, Like frigates fraught with spice and cochine'l, Sail in the ladies: how each pirate eyes

So weak a vessel, and so rich a prize!

NOTES.

the only property they have. Thank Heaven, my Lords, we are otherwise provided for." The first play that was prohibited by this act, was Gustavus Vasa, by Brooke; the next was the Edward and Eleonora of Thomson. Warton.

Ver. 220. our stage give rules,] Alluding to the authority of the Lord Chamberlain. Warburton. Ver. 227. Like frigates fraught] Here is a very close resemblance to the picture of Dulilah, in Samson Agonistes:

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This cause, These men, men's wits for speeches buy,
And women buy all red which scarlets dye.
He call'd her beauty lime-twigs, her hair net:
She fears her drugs ill-lay'd, her hair loose set.
Would not Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine
From hat to shoe, himself at door refine,
As if the Presence were a Mosque and lift
His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift,
Making them confess not only mortal

Great stains and holes in them, but venial
Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate:
And then by Durer's rules survey the state
Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries
Of his neck to his leg, and waste to thighs.
So in immaculate clothes, and symmetry
Perfect as circles, with such nicety

As a young preacher at his first time goes
To preach, he enters, and a lady which owes
Him not so much as good-will, he arrests,
And unto her protests, protests, protests,

NOTES.

Ver. 240. by Durer's rules,] The best painter Germany ever produced; he was patronized and beloved by Maximilian I. and by Charles V., and, what was of more consequence to an artist, by Raphael himself, who sent him several designs, and his own portrait. He formed himself on no other painter, had a manner of his own, which indeed was hard; he wanted grace, and had not studied the antique, and copied only common nature and the forms before him. He attended not to costume. His Madonnas were dressed like German ladies, and his Jews had beards and mustachios. See a most judicious criticism on the works and talents

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