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Vd. IV. facing P-5

Plate XVI

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Shut, shut the Door, good Sohn.fatiguid I said Tye up the Knocker

, say I'm sick, I'm dead.

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Dr. ARBUTHNOT. An Apology for himself and his Writings.

Being the Prologue to the Satire.

P. HUT, shụt the door, good John! fatigu'd

I said, Tye up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages ! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnaffus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, S 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. 10 No place is sacred, not the Church is free, Ev'n Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me:

Notes. VER. I. Shut, fhut the door, good John!] John Searle, his old and faithful servant : whom he has remembered, under that character, in his Will.

Then from the Mint walks forth the Man of rhyme,
Happy! to catch me, just at Dinner-time.
Is there a Parfon, much be-mus'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 thould engross?
Is there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls
With desp'rate charcoal round his darken'd walls ?
All fly to Twit’NAM, and in humble strain 20
Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain.
Arthur, whose giddy fon neglects the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn’d works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope,

25 And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.

Friend to my Life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song)

After x 20. in the MS.

Is there a bard in durance ? turn them free,
With all their brandish'd reams they ran to me:
Is there a Prentice, having feen two plays,
Who would do something in his Semptress' praise

NOTES. VER. 13. Mint) A place to which insolvent debtors retired, to enjoy an illegal protection they were there fuf. fered to afford one another, from the persecution of their creditors.

Ver. 23. Arthur,] Arthur Moore, Esq:

What Drop or Noftrium can this plague remove ?
Or which must end me, a Fool's wrath or love? 30
A dire dilemma ! either way I'm sped,
If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead.
Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge, how wretched I!
Who can't be silent, and who will not lye:
To laugh, were want of goodness and of grace, 35
And to be grave, exceeds all Pow'r of face.
I fit with fad civility, I read
With honest anguish, and an aching head;
And drop at last, but in unwilling ears,

39 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 :

Ver. 29. in the ift Ed.

Dear Doctor, tell me, is not this a curse?
Say, is their anger, or their friendship worse?

VER. 33. Sriz'd and ty'd down to judge,] Alluding to
the scene in the Plain-Dealer, where Oldfox gags; and ties
down the Widow, to hear his well.pen'd fantas.

Ver. 38. honeft anguilh,) i. e. undiffembled.

Ibid. an aching head;) Alluding to the disorder he was then fo constantly afflicted with.

VER. 43. Rhymes ere be wakes,] A pleasant allufion to those words of Milton,

Distates to me flumb'ring, or inspires
Easy my unpremeditated Perfe.

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