101 All this may be ; the People's Voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God. 90 To b Gammer Gurton if it give the bays, And yet deny the Careless Husband praise, Or say our Fathers never broke a rule ; Why then, I say, the Public is a fool. But let them own, that greater Faults than we They had, and greater Virtues, I'll agree. Spenser himself affects the 'Obsolete, And Sydney's verse halts ill on k Roman feet: Milton's strong pinion now not Heay'n can bound." Now Serpent-like, in profe he sweeps the ground, In Quibbles, Angel and Archangel join, And God the Father turns a school-divine. Not that I'd lop the Beauties from his book, Like " flashing Bentley with his desp’rate hook, Or damn all Shakespear, like th' affected Fool 105 At court, who hates whate'er he ° read at school. But for the Wits of either Charles's days, The Mob of Gentlemen who'wrote with Ease; Sprat, Carew, Sedley, and a hundred morė, (Like twinkling stars the Miscellanies o'er) One Simile, that P.solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines, Or 9 lengthend Thought that gleams through many a page, Has fandtify'd whole poems for an age. IIO 'Indignor quidquam reprehendi, non quia crase Compofitam, illepideve putetur, fed quia nuper i Nec veniam antiquis, Sed honorem et praemia, posej. Recte neone crocum florefque perambulet Atras Fabula, fi dạbitem ; clamant periile pudorem Cunci penc patres: ca cum reprehendere coner, Quae' gravis Aesopus, quac doctus Rofcius egit. Vel quia nil' scétum, nifi quod placuit fibi, ducunt ; Vel quia turpe putant parerc minoribus, et, quae Imberbi didicere, fenes perdenda fateri. jam "Saliare Numae carmen qui laudat, et ilļud, Quod mecum ignorat, solus vult scire videri ; Ingeniis non ille favet plauditque sepultis, Nostra fed impugnat, nos noftraque lividus odit. * Quod fi tam Graccis noviras invifa fuiffet, Quam nobis ; quid nunc esset vetus! aut quid ha beret, Qyod legeret tereretque viritim publicus ufus ? Ver. 119. On Avon's bank,) Ac Stratford in Warwickshire, where Shakespear had his birth. The thought of che Original is here infinitely improved. Perambulet is a low allufion lo ebe Aame and imperfections Arre, I 20 'I lose my patience, and I own it too, 115 *On Avon's bank, where fow'rs eternal blow, - If I but ak, it any weed can grow ? One Tragic fentence if I dare deride, 125 VER. 124. A muffer-roll of Names,] An absurd cuftory of Several Actors, to pronounce with emphasis the meer Proper Name of Greeks or Romans, which (as they call it) All the mgurb of the Player, VER, 129-130.] Inferior to the original: as Ver. 137 excel it. Quid placet, aut odio eft, quod non mutabile credas? Hoc paces habuere bonae, ventique secundi. Ver. 142, A Verse of the Lord Lansdown, VER. 143. In Horsemanship r'excel, - And ev'ry foto'ry Courtier writ Romance.) The Duke of Newcaftle's book of Horsemanship: the Romance of Parthenisa, by the Earl of Orrery, and most of the French Romances translated by Performs of Quality VER. 149. Lely on animated Canvas fole-Tbe sleepy Eye, &c.] Or what remain'd, so worthy to be read y In Days of Ease, when now, the weary Sword Was sheath'd, and Luxury with Charles restord ; 140 In ev'ry tafte of foreign Courts improv'd, All, by the King's Example, liv,'d and lov'd.” Then Peers grew proud in - Horsemanship t' excell, New-market's Glory rose, as Britain's fell; The Soldier breath'd the Gallantries of France, 145 And ev'ry flow'ry Courtier writ Romance. Then - Marble, foften'd into life, grew warm, And yielding Metal flow'd to human form: Lely on animated Canvas stole The sleepy Eye, that spoke the melting soul, 150 No wonder then, when all was Love and sport, The willing Muses were debauch'd at Court: On each enervate ftring they taught the note To pant, or tremble thro' an Eunuch's throat, But Britain, changeful as a Child at play, 155 Now calls in Princes, and now turns away. Now Whig, now Tory, what we lov'd we hate; Now all for Pleasure, now for Church and State; Now for Prerogative, and now for Lavs; Effects unhappy! from a Noble Cause. 160 This was the Characteristic of this excellent Colouritt's expression; who was an excellive Maniereft. VER. R. 1:3. On eacb enervate firing, etc.] The Siege of Rhodes, by Sir William Davenant, the firft Opera sung in England. |