To hear this Makaron talk: In vain, for yet,
Either my Humour, or his own to fit,
He like a privileg'd Spie, whom nothing can
Difcredit, libels now 'gainst each great Man.
He names a Price of every Office paid;
He faith, our Wars thrive ill, becaufe delay'd;
That Offices are intail'd, and that there are
Perpetuities of them, lafting as far
As the laft Day; and that great Officers
Do with the Spaniards fhare, and Dunkirkers.
I more amaz'd than Circe's Prifoners, when
They felt themselves turn Beafts, felt myself then
Becoming Traytor, and methought I faw
One of our Giant Statutes ope his faw,
To fuck me in for hearing him: I found
That as burnt venomous Letchers do grow found
By giving others their Sores, I might grow
Guilty, and be free: Therefore I did bow
All Signes of Loathing; but fince I am in,
I must pay mine, and my Forefather's Sin
To the laft Farthing. Therefore to my
Toughly and ftubbornly I bear this Crefs; but the Hower
Of Mercy now was come: He tries to bring
Me to pay a Fine to 'fcape his Torturing,

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And fayes, Sir, can you fpare me? I faid; willingly;
Nay, Sir, can you fpare me a Crown? Thankfully I
Gave it as Ranfom; but as Fiddlers, ftill,
Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will
Thrust one more figg upon you; fo did he
With his long complemental Thanks vex me:
But he is gone, Thanks to his needy Want,
And the Prerogative of my Crown: Scant
His Thanks were ended, when I (which did fee
All the Court fill'd with more ftrange Things than he)
Ran from thence with fuch, or more Hafe than One
Who fears more Actions doth hafte from Prifen.

At

When the Queen frown'd, or fmil'd, he knows; and
A fubtle Minifter may make of that; [what
Who fins with whom; who got his Penfion Rug,
Or quicken'd a Reversion by a Drug ;

Whofe Place is quarter'd out three Parts in four,
And whether to a Bifhop or a Whore;
Who, having loft his Credit, pawn'd his Rent,
Is therefore fit to have a Government;
Who in the Secret, deals in Stocks fecure,
And cheats th' unknowing Widow, and the Poor;
Who makes a Truft, or Charity, a Job,
And gets an Act of Parliament to rob;

Why Turnpikes rofe, and now no Cit, nor Clown,
Can gratis fee the Country, or the Town:
Shortly no Lad fhall chuck, or Lady vole,
But fome excifing Courtier will have Toll.
He tells what Strumpet Places fells for Life,
What 'Squire his Lands, what Citizen his Wife !
And laft, (which proves him wifer ftill than all)
What Lady's Face is not a whited Wall.
As one of Woodward's Patients, fick and fore,
I puke, I naufeate, yet he thrufts in more;
Trims Europe's Ballance, tops the Statefman's Part,
And talks Gazettes and Poft-boys o'er by Heart
Like a big Wife, at Sight of loathfome Meat
Ready to caft, I yawn, I figh, I fweat.
Then as a licens'd Spy, whom nothing can
Silence or hurt, he libels the great Man:
Swears every Place entail'd for Years to come,
In fure Succeffion to the Day of Doom:
He names the Price for ev'ry Office paid,
And fays our Wars thrive ill, becaufe delay'd;
Nay hints, 'tis by Connivance of the Court,
That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a Port.
Not more Amazement seiz'd on Circe's Guests,
To fee themselves fall endlong into Beafts,
VOL. II.
P

Than

At home in lone fome Solitarinefs
My piteous Soul began the Wretchedness
Of Suiters at Court to mourn, and a Trance
Like his, who dreamt he faw Hell, did advance
It felf d'er me: Such Men as he faw there
Ifaw at Court, and worfe and more. Low Fear
Becomes the Guilty, not th' Accufer: Then,
Shall I, none's Slave, of high-born or rais'd Men
Fear Frowns; and my Mistress Truth, betray thee
For the buffing, braggart, puft Nobility?
No, no, thou which fince Yesterday haft been,
Almoft about the whole World, haft thou seen,
O Sun, in all thy Journey, Vanity,
Such as fwells the Bladder of our Court? I
Think he which made your (*) Waxen-garden, and
Tranfported it from Italy, to stand

With us at London, flouts our Courtiers; for
Fuft fuch gay painted Things, which no Sap, nor
Tafte have in them, ours are; and natural
Some of the Stocks are, their Fruits Bastard all.

(*) A Show of the Italian Gardens in Wax-work, in the Time of King James the First.

Than mine to find a Subject ftay'd and wife,
Already half turn'd Traytor by Surprize.
I fear'd th' Infection flid from him to me,
As in the Pox, fome give it to get free;
And quick to fwallow me, methought I faw
One of our Giant Statutes ope its Jaw!

In that nice Moment, as another Lye
Stood juft a-tilt, the Minifter came by.
To him he flies, and bows, and bows again-
Then clofe as Umbra, joins the dirty Train.
Not Fannius felf more impudently near,
When Half his Nofe is in his Prince's Ear.
I quak'd at Heart; and still afraid to fee
All the Court fill'd with ftranger Things than he,
Run out as faft, as one that pays his Bail
And dreads more Actions, hurries from a Jail..
Bear me, fome God! oh quickly bear me hence
To wholesome Solitude, the Nurfe of Senfe:
There Contemplation prunes her ruffled Wings,
And the free Soul looks down to pity Kings.
The fober Thought purfu'd th' amufing Theme
Till Fancy colour'd it, and form'd a Dream.
A Vifion Hermits can to Hell transport,
·And force ev'n me to fee the Damn'd at Court..
Not Dante dreaming all th' infernal State,
Beheld fuch Scenes of Envy, Sin, and Hate.
Base Fear becomes the Guilty, not the Free;
Suits Tyrants, Plunderers, but fuits not me:
Shall I, the Terror of this finful Town,
Care if a livery'd Lord or fmile or frown?
Who cannot flatter, and deteft who can,
Tremble before a noble Serving-man?
O my fair Miftrefs, Truth! fhall I quit thee,
For huffing, braggart, puft Nobility?
Thou, who fince Yefterday haft roll'd o'er all
The bufy, idle Blockheads of the Ball;

Haft thou, oh Sun! beheld an emptier Sort,
Than fuch as fwell this Bladder of a Court?
Now Pox on those who fhew a (†) Court in Wax !
It ought to bring all Courtiers on their Backs:
Such painted Puppets, fuch a varnish'd Race
Of hollow Gewgaws, only Drefs and Face,
Such waxen Noses, ftately ftaring Things-
No Wonder fome Folks bow, and think them Kings,

(†) A famous Show of the Court of France in Wax-work.

These were the last Satires Mr. Pope wrote, except the new Dunciad, which was his last poetical Work of all; but before we enter into Difcourfe about that, it is proper that we omit not fpeaking of the Effay on Man, this Poem has a large Party of Admirers, and a large Party against it, it is addrefs'd to the Lord Bolingbroke. As this is a very improper Place and Time for Debate, we fhall only tell the Matter generally contain'd in it, and the Principles it chiefly builds upon.

He defires his Friend Lelius, that is my Lord, to expatiate freely with him over all this Scene of Man,. which is a very generous Way of thinking, Epiftle the Firft, Line 4; by which Means he thinks there will be found Subject for Laughter, but Motive for Candour, and fufficient Argument to vindicate the Ways of God to Man. Line 16, he fays, that of God or Man we can only reafon from what we know, that is, that there is an Extent of human Knowledge, and then immediately he checks the Searcher after Knowledge in ten Lines together, From Line 34 to Line 44, he fays, that there is an infinite Chain of depending Beings, among which there must be fuch an one as Man, and that the

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