HORACE, ODE VIII. BOOK IV. IMITATED. a MUSE! were we rich in land, or stocks, But arts like thefe I don't purfue, Enough for me in these hard times, Line 12. A Jollux.) A phrafe used by the bon ton for a fat parfon. See a fet of excellent Caricatures published by Bretherton, in New Bond-Street. Rejectæque retrorfum Annibalis minæ, Non incendia Carthaginis impiæ, Ejus, qui domitâ nomen ab Africâ Lucratus rediit, clarius indicant Laudes, Ver. 11. Guades carminibus.) The Imitator found himfelf obliged to deviate in this place a little further from his original, than perhaps the ftri& critic will tolerate. But as he was not quite fo certain of Sir Fletcher's fondness for poetry, as Horace feems to have been about the tafte of Cenforinus, he thought it beft to exprefs himself with a modeft diffidence on that subject. To tag a few of these together: g As great a ftore as I fet by't. For verfe, (I'd have Sir Fletcher know it) Has more of meaning and intent, 'Tis i fit and right, when heroes die, 25 ૩૦ fhould the Howes (which some folks Ver. 37. Unless his Treasurer.) The late promotion of a poet to the treasurership of the houfhold, muft neceffarily give to all true votaries of the muses (as it does to me) great delectation. 'Tis whifpered, by fome people in the fecret, that the very pacific caft of the Laureat's birth-day ode, occafioned 1 What fcale of metaphor fhall Fancy raise, Thrice has the fun commenc'd his annual ride, Rare chick! How worthy of all court caresses, Vote Ver. 155. A mighty hunter.) A line of Mr. Pope's, If our younger fenators would take the hint, and now and then hunt a minister inftead of a fox, they might perhaps find some fun in it, Vote then fecure; the needful millions raise, Earl N-t fang, while yet but fimple Clare, That wretched Ireland had no gold to fpare. How Ver. 161. The weazel Scots.) It is not I, but Shakefpeare, that gives my countrymen this epithet. See Hen.V. act. 1. fcene 2. For once the eagle England being in prey, To her unguarded neft the weazel Scot Comes fneaking, and fo fucks her princely eggs, &c. Ver. 168. Earl Nt fung.) The intellect not only of pofterity, but of the prefent reader, muft here again be enlightened by a note: for this fong was fung above two years ago, and is confequently forgotten. Yet if the reader will pleafe to recollect how easily I brought to life Sir William Chambers's profe differtation which had been dead half that time, he will, I hope, give me credit for being able to recover this dead poem from oblivion alfo. It was fent to her Majefty on her birth-day, with a prefent of Irish grogram; and the newspaper of the day faid (but I know not how truly) that the Queen was graciously pleafed to thank the noble au C 6 thor |