But both thofe orators, fo much renown'd, Ver. 186. But both thofe orators,] Lydiat, mentioned by Johnfon in the fubfequent imitation, was not generally known, though a very learned man, and able mathematician, and many perfons enquired who he was. Galileo was well chofen to exemplify the hard fate of a very illuftrious philofopher. Deign on the paffing world to turn thine eyes, I cannot forbear adding, that Johnfon made an alteration in the fourth of thefe lines; at first it stood, Toil, envy, want, the garret, and the jail. When Lord Chesterfield difappointed him of the patronage he expected, he fuddenly altered it to the patron, and the jail. This Mr. William Collins informed me of, who was prefent at the time. He himself at laft met with a fuitable reward for his labours, by the gracious and generous penfion which the King gave him of 3001. a year. And a fuperb monument and statue of him is erected in St. Paul's cathedral. Dr. J. WARTON. Ver. 190. The Latin of this couplet is a famous verse of Tully's, in which he fets out the happiness of his own confulfhip; famous for the vanity, and the ill poetry of it; for Tully, as he had a good deal of the one, fʊ he had no great share of the other. Than that Philippic, fatally divine, Which is infcrib'd the fecond, fhould be mine. 209 215 Ver. 196. The orations of Tully against Mark Anthony were filed by him Philippics, in imitation of Demofthenes, who had given that name before to thofe he made against Philip of Macedon. Ver. 205. To learn] A juft definition of eloquence, and its abufe, efpecially in democracies. Dr. J. WARTON. Ver. 208 This is a mock account of a Roman triumph. Exchanging folid quiet, to obtain The windy fatisfaction of the brain. 219 So much the thirst of honour fires the blood; So many would be great, fo few be good. 225 For who would Virtue for herself regard, For fepulchres themselves must crumbling fall Great Hannibal within the balance lay; And tell how many pounds his afhes weigh ; 235 Whom Afric was not able to contain, Whose length runs level with the Atlantic main, And wearies fruitful Nilus, to convey His fun-beat waters by fo long a way; Which Ethiopia's double clime divides, And elephants in other mountains hides. Spain first he won, the Pyrenæans past, And steepy Alps, the mounds that Nature cast: And with corroding juices, as he went, 240 A paffage through the living rocks he rent. 245 Then, like a torrent, rolling from on high, Ver. 247. He pours his headlong] Charles XII. of Sweden was a very favourite character of Dr. Johnfon. Though he condemned fo many of the other works of Voltaire, yet he used to fpeak in the terms of high approbation of his history of this extraordinary warrior. On what foundation ftands the warrior's pride, How juft his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide: And one capitulate, and one refign. Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain, "Think nothing gain'd," he cries, " till nought remain. "On Moscow's walls till Gothic ftandards fly, The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye fufpended wait. He comes; nor want, nor cold, his courfe delay, He left the name, at which the world grew pale, I do not recollect any paffage in the works of Pope, of greater energy and force of expreffion, than the foregoing paffage. The laft lines do not tally with the original; for contempt is heightened by the address, I demens, et fævas curre per Alpes, Dr. J. WARTON, In three victorious battles over-run ; Yet ftill uneafy, cries, There's nothing done, 255 He flies, is banish'd from his native home: 264 What wond'rous fort of death has heaven defign'd, Diftinguish'd from the herd of human kind, For fo untam'd, fo turbulent a mind! Nor fwords at hand, nor hiffing darts afar, Are doom'd to avenge the tedious bloody war; But poifon, drawn through a ring's hollow plate, Muft finish him; a fucking infant's fate. Go, climb the rugged Alps, ambitious fool, To please the boys, and be a theme at school. One world fuffic'd not Alexander's mind; Coop'd up, he feem'd in earth and feas confin'd: 270 274 |