7.  Alluding to the imaginary history of Pine, a merchant’s clerk, who,
   being wrecked on a desert island in the South Seas, bestowed on it
   his own name, and peopled it by the assistance of his master’s
   daughter and her two maid servants, who had escaped from the wreck
   by his aid.

8.  Sulli, the famous composer.

9.  It would seem that about this time the French were adopting their
   present mode of pronunciation, so capriciously distinct from the
   orthography.

10.  “Queen Dido, or the wandering Prince of Troy,” an old ballad,
   printed in the “Reliques of Ancient Poetry,” in which the ghost of
   queen Dido thus addresses the perfidious AEneas: 

     Therefore prepare thy flitting soul,
       To wander with me in the air;
     When deadly grief shall make it howl,
       Because of me thou took’st no care. 
     Delay not time, thy glass is run,
       Thy date is past, thy life is done.

11. Pricking, in hare-hunting, is tracking the foot of the game by
   the eye, when the scent is lost.]

12.  The facetious Tom Brown, in his 2d dialogue on Mr Bayes’ changing
   his religion, introduces our poet saying,

   “Likewise he (Cleveland) having the misfortune to call that
   domestic animal a cock,

     The Baron Tell-clock of the night,

   I could never, igad, as I came home from the tavern, meet a
   watchman or so, but I presently asked him, ’Baron Tell-clock of the
   night, pr’ythee how goes the time?”

13.  Artemidorus, the sophist of Cnidos, was the soothsayer who
    prophesied the death of Caesar.  Shakespeare has introduced him in
    his tragedy of “Julius Caesar.”

14.  A common rendezvous of the rakes and bullies of the time; “For
   when they expected the most polished hero in Nemours, I gave them a
   ruffian reeking from Whetstone’s Park.”  Dedication to Lee’s
   “Princess of Cleves.”  In his translation of Ovid’s “Love Elegies,”
   Lib.  II, Eleg.  XIX.  Dryden mentions, “an easy Whetstone whore.”

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY LIMBERHAM.

  I beg a boon, that, ere you all disband,
  Some one would take my bargain off my hand: 
  To keep a punk is but a common evil;
  To find her false, and marry,—­that’s the devil. 
  Well, I ne’er acted part in all my life,
  But still I was fobbed off with some such wife. 
  I find the trick; these poets take no pity
  Of one that is a member of the city. 
  We cheat you lawfully, and in our trades;
  You cheat us basely with your common jades. 
  Now I am married, I must sit down by it;
  But let me keep my dear-bought spouse in quiet. 
  Let none of you damned Woodalls of the pit,
  Put in for shares to mend our breed in wit;
  We know your bastards from our flesh and blood,