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Perhaps, by its own ruins fav'd from flame,
Some bury'd marble half preserves a name;
That Name the learn’d with fierce disputes pursue,
And give to Titus old Vefpafian's due.

Ambition sigh’d: She found it vain to trust The faithless Column and the crumbling Bust: Huge moles, whose shadow stretch'd from shore to shore,

21 Their ruins perifh'd, and their place no more! Convinc'd, she now contracts her valt design, And all her Triumphs shrink into a Coin. A narrow orb each crouded conquest keeps, 25 Beneath her Palm here fad Judæa weeps. Now scantier limits the proud Arch confine, And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine; A small Euphrates thro' the piece is rollid, And little Eagles wave their wings in gold. 30


Ver. 18. And give to Titus old Vespasian's due.] A fine insinuation of the entire want of Taste in Antiquaries ; whole ignorance of Characters misleads them, (supported only by a name) against Reason and History.

VER. 25. A narrow Orb each crowded Conquest keeps,] A ridicule on the pompous title of Orbis Romanus, which the Romans gave to their empire.

Ver. 27. - the proud Arch] i. e. The triumphal Arch, which was generally an enormous mass of building.

The Medal, faithful to its charge of fame,
Thro' climes and ages bears each form and name:
In one short view subjected to our eye
Gods, Emp'rors, Heroes, Sages, Beauties, lie.
With sharpen'd fight pale Antiquaries pore, 35
Th'inscription value, but the rust adore.
This the blue varnish, that the green endears,
The facred rust of twice ten hundred years!
To gain Pescennius one employs his Schemes,
One grasps a Cecrops in ecstatic dreams.

Poor Vadius, long with learned spleen devour'd,
Can taste no pleasure since his Shield was fcour’d:
And Curio, restless by the Fair-one's fide,
Sighs for an Otho, and neglects his bride.

Theirs is the Vanity, the Learning thine: 45
Touch'd by thy hand, again Rome's glories shine;
Her Gods, and god-like Heroes rise to view,
And all her faded garlands bloom a-new.

VER. 35. With sharpen'd fight pale Antiquaries pore,] Mi-
croscopic galles, invented by philosophers to discover the
be iuties in the minuter works of nature, ridiculously ap-
pied by Antiquaries, to detect the cheats of counterfeit me-

Ver. 37. This the blue yarnish, that the green endears,] i.e. This a collector of filver; That, of brass coins.

VER. 4!. Poor Padius,] See his hiitory, and that of his Chield, in the Mimoirs of Scitlerus,

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Nor blush, these studies thy regard engage;
These pleas’d the Fathers of poetic rage; 50
The verse and sculpture bore an equal part,
And Art reflected images to Art.

Oh when Nall Britain, conscious of her claim,
Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame?
In living medals see her wars enroll’d,

55 And vanquish'd realms supply recording gold? Here, rising bold, the Patriot's honest face; There Warriors frowning in historic brass: Then future ages with delight Mall see How Plato's, Bacon's, Newton's looks agree; 60

NOTES. Ver. 49. Nor bluth, these Studies thy regard engage;] A senseless affectation which fome writers of eminence have betrayed; who when fortune, or their talents have raifed them to a condition to do without those arts, for which only they gained our esteem, have pretended to think letters below their Character. This false shame M. Voltaire has very well, and with proper indignation, exposed in his account of Mr. Congreve : « He had one Defect, which was, his entertaining too ( mean an Idea of his first Profession, (that of a Writer) tho' “ 'twas to this he ow'd his Fame and Fortune. He spoke of “ his works as of Trifles that were beneath him; and hinted “ to me in our first Conversation, that I should visit him upon “ no other foot than that of a Gentleman, who led a Life of « plainnefs and simplicity. I answer'd, that, had he been fo “ unfortunate as to be a mere Gentleman, I fhould never “ have come to see him; and I was very much disgused at " so unseasonable a piece of vanity.” Letters concerning the English Nation, xix.

Ver. 53. Oh when Mall Britain, &c.] A compliment to one of Mr. Addison's papers in the Spectator, on this subject.


Or in fair series laurell's Bards be shown, A Virgil there, and here an Addison. Then shall thy Craggs (and let me call him mine) On the cast ore, another Pollio, shine; With aspect open shall erect his head, And round the orb in lasting notes be read, “ Statesman, yet friend to Truth! of foul sincere, “ In action faithful, and in honour clear; • Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, • Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend; “ Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, And prais’d, uncnvy'd, by the Muse he lov’d.

NOTES. VER. 67. Statesman, yet friend 10 truth, &c ] It should be remembered that this poem was written to be printed before Mr. Additon's discourse on Medals, in which there is the following centure of long legends upon coins : “ The first “ fault I find with a modern legend is įts diffusiveness. You “ have sometimes the whole side of a medal over-run with it. “ One would fancy the Author had a design of being Cicero" nian but it is not only the tediousness of these inscrip“ tions that I find fault with; supposing them of a moderate “ length, why must they be in verse? We should be surprized “ to fee the title of a serious book in rhyme.”- Dial. ii.

VER. ult. And prais’d, unenvy’d, by the Muse he lov’d.] It was not likely that men acting in so different spheres as were those of Mr. Craggs and Mr. Pope, should have their friendIhip diturbed by Envy. We must fuppofe then that some circumstances in the friendship of Mr. Pope and Mr. Adilison are hinted at in this place.

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