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SATIRES.

[THE Satires of Pope, which form the fourth volume of Warburton's edition, were published very nearly in the order in which they stand, viz—

First Satire of Second Book of Horace

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One Thousand Seven Hundred and Thirty-eight

(Epilogue to Satires, Dialogues I. and II.)

They originated in a happy suggestion of Bolingbroke's, made to Pope on a visit to the latter in the winter of 1732, at the time when the composition of the Essay on Man was interrupted by a slight attack of fever which confined the poet to his room for a few days. Bolingbroke, happening to take up a Horace and to light on the First Satire of the Second Book, was struck by its applicability to the position of Pope, and recommended him to translate it into English. This Pope accomplished in a morning or two; and the success of the first attempt led him to repeat the experiment until to his surprise he found he had reproduced more than a third of the Latin poet's Satires and Epistles in an English dress.

Even the Imitations of Horace proper are something very different from mere free translations or paraphrases; the Prologue and Epilogue are independent satires, the former in the form of an Epistle, the latter in that of Dialogues; and the Versified Satires of Dr Donne, written by Pope (as he informs us) several years before their publication, were merely retouched with allusions which make them to a certain degree harmonise with the rest of the series. It will therefore be most convenient to prefix to the Prologue, the Imitations and the Epilogue independently, such remarks as are suggested by the characters of each; and to distinguish from all these the paraphrase of Donne's Satires. The common characteristics of the entire group need little demonstration. In versification and diction generally, these Satires are Pope's master-pieces. The spirit which dictated them is the same: a strong and not unworthy self-consciousness, combined with a relentless desire to damage the reputation of all to whom the poet was opposed on public or on private grounds. It would be unjust to attribute to personal spleen and personal animosity the whole of Pope's scathing invective; a zeal for public morality accompanies a genuine respect for individual merit; but no private enemy of the poet's, no political opponent of his friends, has a chance of candid and fair treatment. Even Sir Robert Walpole is only incidentally recognized as not wholly without virtues, because he had once conferred a personal favour upon Pope; even Addison's moral purity only meets with recognition because the quarrel between him and Pope was at an end with the Ideath of the former. The endless egotism of Pope, and the standard by which in the end he measured his opinion of others, accordingly deprive him of the right to be esteemed a moralist in these his most brilliant efforts; and notwithstanding his deprecation of the term, he can only be regarded, with reference to them, as a wit.]

EPISTLE TO DR ARBUTHNOT.

ADVERTISEMENT

To the first publication of this Epistle.

THIS paper is a sort of bill of complaint, begun many years since, and drawn up by snatches, as the several occasions offered. I had no thoughts of publishing it, till it pleased some Persons of Rank and Fortune (the Authors of Verses 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 Person, Morals, and Family, whereof, to those who know me not, a truer information may be requisite. Being divided between the necessity to say something of myself, and my own laziness to undertake so awkward a task, I thought it the shortest way to put the last hand to this Epistle. If it have any thing pleasing, it will be that by which I am most desirous to please, the Truth and the Sentiment; and if any thing offensive, it will be only to those I am least sorry 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 some 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 shall have this advantage, and honour, on my side, that whereas, by their proceeding, any abuse may be directed at any man, no injury can possibly be done by mine, since a nameless character can never be found out, but by its truth and likeness. P.

[Parts of this poem, and notably the famous passage relating to Addison, had been written many years previously and published as fragments. But there is no trace of disjointedness in this, one of the most finished of Pope's compositions, which may be almost regarded in the light of a poetical apology pro vitâ, and an attempt for ever to silence the most notable of the poet's detractors. It was appropriately addressed to the most generally esteemed member of Pope's circle of friends and literary associates-one who in the last letter which he wrote to Pope (Arbuthnot died about a month after the publication of the Epistle) expressed his belief, that since their first acquaintance there had not been any of those little suspicions or jealousies that often affect the sincerest friendships;' and his certainty that there had been none such on his own side. Pope was about this time in need of the support of such approval as the judgment of his friends as well as his own self-consciousness could bestow, to support him in the tempest which he had raised not only by his Dunciad among the small fry of his literary enemies, but by his first Imitations of Horace among former friends, such as Lady Mary Wortley Montagu and Lord Hervey (see note to v. 305). The Epistle, singularly perfect and rounded in form is, notwithstanding its fragmentary origin, of the highest interest from an ethical as well as a literary point of view; nor is it possible to forbear from admiring its lofty conclusion, where that Resignation is upheld to which in actual life it was never given to the poet to attain.]

[Of these squibs the former was said to be a joint production of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu and Lord Hervey; the latter was written by

Hervey alone. See Carruthers' Life of Pope, ch. viii.]

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EPISTLE TO DR ARBUTHNOT1,

BEING THE

PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES.

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HUT, shut the door, good John2! fatigu'd, I said,
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.

The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt,

All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out:

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

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.

No place is sacred, not the Church is free;

Ev'n Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me;

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

Is there a Parson, much bemus'd in beer,

A maudlin Poetess, a rhyming Peer,

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

Is there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls
With desp'rate charcoal round his darken'd walls??
All fly to TwIT'NAM3, and in humble strain
Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain.

[John Arbuthnot (born in 1675, died in 1735) besides being a most distinguished member of his profession, the medical, was eminent as a mathematician and a classical scholar. As a politician he was firmly attached to the Tory party, and with Swift became a member of the October Club, established in 1710 by Oxford, Bolingbroke and their political and literary friends. He was also a member of the Scriblerus Club, and to him is attributed the chief share in the famous treatise of M.S. on the Art of Sinking in Poetry, which was published in the Miscellanies of Pope and Swift. The History of John Bull, the Art of Political Lying and other jeux d'esprit of the same kind, were Arbuthnot's own. On the accession of George I. Arbuthnot was deprived of his post as Physician extraordinary at Court. Of Pope's sentiments towards Arbuthnot this Epistle offers the best testimony: Swift said of him that he has more wit than we all have; and more humanity than wit.']

2 Shut, shut the door, good John!] John Searl, his old and faithful servant: whom he has remembered, under that character, in his Will. Warburton.

3 [See Pers. Sat. III. v. 5. Several touches in the Epistle appear to be derived from the same

Satire.]

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4 Mint.] A place to which insolvent debtors retired, to enjoy an illegal protection, which they were there suffered to afford one another, from the persecution of their creditors. Warburton.

5 Some lines in this Epistle had been used in a letter to Thomson [the author of the Seasons] when he was in Italy, and transferred from him to Arbuthnot, which naturally displeased the former, though they lived always on terms of civility and friendship: and Pope earnestly exerted himself, and used all his interest to promote the success of Thomson's Agamemnon. Warton. [The readers of the Seasons will remember the poet's tribute to the virtues of the 'brown October' in Autumn.]

6 The idea is from Boileau's Art of Poetry'charbonner les murailles.' Bowles. 7 After v. 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 seen two plays, Who would do something in his Sempstress' praise.' Warburton.

8 [As to Pope's Villa at Twickenham, or "Twitenham' as he preferred to write the name, see Introductory Memoir, p. xxxiv.]

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Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope,
And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.

Friend to my Life! (which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song2)
What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Or which must end me, a Fool's wrath or love?
A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped,

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If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead.
Seiz'd and tied down to judge3, how wretched I!
Who can't be silent, and who will not lie.
To laugh, were want of goodness and of grace,
And to be grave, exceeds all Pow'r of face.
I sit with sad civility, I read

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

This saving counsel, "Keep your piece nine years."
"Nine years!" cries he, who high in Drury-lane,
Lull'd by soft Zephyrs thro' the broken pane,
Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before Term ends,
Oblig'd by hunger, and request of friends:
"The piece, you think, is incorrect? why, take it,
"I'm all submission, what you'd have it, make it."
Three things another's modest wishes bound,
My Friendship, and a Prologue, and ten pound.
Pitholeon sends to me: "You know his Grace,
"I want a Patron; ask him for a Place."
'Pitholeon libell'd me,'-"but here's a letter
"Informs you, Sir, 'twas when he knew no better.
"Dare you refuse him? Curl18 invites to dine,
"He'll write a Journal, or he'll turn Divine."
Bless me! a packet.-"Tis a stranger sues,
"A Virgin Tragedy, an Orphan Muse10."

1 Arthur,] Arthur Moore, a leading politician of Queen Anne's time, who had raised himself by ability and unscrupulousness to place and power. His son James Moore (afterwards James MooreSmythe), a small placeman and poetaster, and an acquaintance of the Blount family, became a noted object of Pope's scorn. See above all the famous description of the 'Phantom' in the Dunciad, bk. II. vv. 35-50, and cf. Lines to Martha Blount, in Miscellaneous Poems.]

2 [Compare the charming dedication of Thackeray's Pendennis.]

3 Seiz'd and tied down to judge.] Alluding to the scene in [Wycherley's] Plain-Dealer, where Oldfox gags, and ties down the Widow to hear his well-penn'd stanzas. Warburton. Rather from Horace; vide his Druso. Warton. [Hor. Sat. Bk. I. S. 111. v. 86.]

4 [Hor. de Arte Poet. v. 388.]

5 Rhymes ere he wakes,] A pleasant allusion to those words of Milton,

Dictates to me slumb'ring, or inspires

Easy my unpremeditated Verse.

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Warburton.

6 [A service commonly rendered by popular authors of that age to their less successful brethren. Pope wrote a Prologue to a play acted for the benefit of his ancient enemy Dennis in 1733. See Miscellaneous Poems.]

7 Pitholeon] The name taken from a foolish Poet of Rhodes, who pretended much to Greek. Schol. in Horat. 1. i. Dr Bentley pretends, that this Pitholeon libelled Cæsar also. See notes on Hor. Sat. 10. lib. i. P.

8 [Edmund Curll the bookseller.-See Introductory Memoir, p. xxxii.]

9 Meaning the London Journal; a paper in favour of Sir R. Walpole's ministry. Warton.

10 Alludes to a tragedy called the Virgin Queen, by Mr R. Barford, published 1729, who displeased Pope by daring to adopt the fine machinery of his Sylphs in an heroi-comical poem called the Assembly. (1726.) Warton.

If I dislike it, "Furies, death and rage!"
If I approve, "Commend it to the Stage."

There (thank my stars) my whole Commission ends,
The Play'rs and I are, luckily, no friends 1,

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Fir'd that the house reject him, "Sdeath I'll print it,

'Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much:'
"Not, Sir, if you revise it, and retouch."

"And shame the fools- -Your Int'rest, Sir, with Lintot?!"

All my demurs but double his Attacks;

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At last he whispers, "Do; and we go snacks 3."
Glad of a quarrel, straight I clap the door,

Sir, let me see your works and you no more.

'Tis sung, when Midas' Ears began to spring, (Midas, a sacred person and a king)

His very Minister who spy'd them first,

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When ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face?

(Some say his Queen") was forc'd to speak, or burst.
And is not mine, my friend, a sorer case,

The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?)
The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I.
You think this cruel? take it for a rule,

A. Good friend, forbear! you deal in dang'rous things.
I'd never name Queens, Ministers, or Kings;
Keep close to Ears, and those let asses prick;
'Tis nothing- P. Nothing? if they bite and kick?
Out with it, DUNCIAD! let the secret pass,
That secret to each fool, that he's an Ass:

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No creature smarts so little as a fool.

Let peals of laughter, Codrus! round thee break,
Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack:
Pit, Box, and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd,
Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world".
Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro',

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He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew :
Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain,
The creature's at his dirty work again,
Thron'd in the centre of his thin designs,
Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Whom have I hurt? has Poet yet, or Peer,
Lost the arch'd eye-brow, or Parnassian sneer?
And has not Colley still his Lord, and whore?

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Barber, but by Chaucer of his Queen. See Wife of Bath's Tale in Dryden's Fables. P.

6 [Some 'false' editions of the Dunciad having an owl in their frontispiece, like the original edition, the next true edition, to distinguish it, fixed in its stead an ass laden with authors.]

7 Alluding to Horace. [Od. III. 3.1 Si fractus illabatur orbis, Impavidum ferient ruinæ. P. ['The mighty crack,' as Warton points out, is Addison's phrase in his version of the ode, ridiculed by Martinus Scriblerus.]

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