When of his fire he fretting Jove did wipe,
He stole it thence in a tobacco pipe;
Which, predisposed to live, as down he ran,
By the soul’s plastic power, from clay was turn’d to man.”
In the “Dunciad”[[21]] of Alexander Pope, there is a line which seems to refer to Samuel Wesley’s “Maggots.” The reference is not clear and undeniable; but still it has an air of probability. In his first book, line 53, Pope writes:—
“Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep,
Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep,
’Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day
Call forth each mass, a poem or a play.
How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie!