† A Fragment of an unpublished Satire of Pope,

intitled, One Thoufand Seven Hundred and

Forty

†The Plan of an Epic Poem, to have been written

in Blank Verfe, and intitled BRUTUS

Page

351

357

373

423

ERRATA in VOL. IV.

Page 10. notes, line 17, for Alcerftis read Alceftes

19. notes,

ult. for Colling read Collins

ult. for Spenfe read Spence

45. notes, dele lines 15, 16.

line 21, for grandere read grandine

86. notes, line 3, infert the after than

106. notes, 9, for Saetorius read Sanctorius

188. notes,
232. notes,

255. notes,

283. notes,

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3, for timid read tumid
27, for debet read debent
3, dele the whole fentence
26, for avidenza read evidenza

E

EPISTLE

то

DR. ARBUTHNOT.

This Epistle was first published in folio, 1734, with the following motto:

Neque fermonibus vulgi dederis te, nec in præmiis humanis spem pofueris rerum tuarum; fuis te oportet illecebris ipsa virtus trahat ad verum decus. Quid de te alii loquantur, ipfi videant, fed loquentur tamen. TULLY.

ADVERTISEMENT

TO THE

FIRST PUBLICATION OF THIS EPISTLE.

THIS paper is a fort of bill of complaint, begun many years fince, and drawn up by fnatches, as the feveral occafions offered. I had no thoughts of publishing it, till it pleafed fome Perfons of Rank and Fortune [the Authors of Verfes to the Imitator of Horace, and of an Epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton-Court] to attack, in a very extraordinary manner, not only my Writings (of which, being public, the Public is judge) but my Perfon, Morals, and Family, whereof, to those who know me not, a truer information may be requisite. Being divided between the neceffity to say something of myself, and my own laziness to undertake so aukward a task, I thought it the shortest way to put the laft hand to this Epiftle. If it have any thing pleafing, it will be that by which I am most defirous to please, the Truth and the Sentiment; and if any thing offenfive, it will be only to those I am least forry to offend, the vicious or the ungenerous.

Many will know their own pictures in it, there being not a circumstance but what is true; but I have for the most part spared their Names, and they may escape being laughed at, if they please.

I would have fome of them know, it was owing to the request of the learned and candid Friend to whom it is inscribed, that I make not as free use of theirs, as they have done of mine. However, I fhall have this advantage, and honour, on my fide, that whereas, by their proceeding, any abuse may be directed at any man, no injury can poffibly be done by mine, fince a nameless Character can never be found out, but by its truth and likeness.

P.

Lady Wortley Montague begins her Address to Mr. Pope, on his Imitation of the 1ft Satire of the Second Book of Horace, in these words:

"In two large columns, on thy motly page,

Where Roman wit is ftrip'd with English rage;
Where ribaldry to fatire makes pretence,

And modern fcandal rolls with antient fense:
Whilst on one fide we fee how Horace thought,

And on the other how he never wrote:

Who can believe, who view the bad and good,
That the dull copyist better understood
That spirit he pretends to imitate,

Than heretofore the Greek he did translate?
Thine is juft fuch an image of his pen
As thou thyself art of the fons of men ;

Where our own fpecies in burlefque we trace,
A fign-poft likeness of the noble race,
That is at once refemblance and difgrace.