POPE
"Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires
True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires,
Blest with each talent, and each art to please,
And born to write, converse, and live with ease.
Should such a man———"
And then follows the torrent of that terrible criticism. Pope was not such a fool as to try to make out that Addison was a fool. He knew that Addison was not a fool, and he knew that Addison knew it. But hatred, in Pope's case, had become so great and, I was almost going to say, so pure, that it illuminated all things, as love illuminates all things. He said vhat was really wrong with Addison; and in calm and clear and everlasting colours he painted the picture of the evil of the literary temperament:
"Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne,
View hinl with scornful, yet with jealous eyes,
And hate for arts that caused himself to rise.
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Like Cato give his little Senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.
While wits and templars every sentence raise,
And wonder with a foolish face of praise."
This is the kind of thing which really goes to the
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