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But yon, who seek to give and merit fame,
Ami justly bear a critic's noble name.
Be sure yourself and your own reach to know,
How far your genins, taste, and learning, go;
Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet,
And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.
Nature to all things fix'd the limits fit,
And wisely curb'd proud man's pretending wit:
As on the land while here the ocean gains,
Jn other parts it leaves wide sandy plains;
Thus in the soul while memory prevails,
The solid power of understanding fails;
Where beams of warm imagination play,
The memory's soft figures melt away.
One science only will one genins fit;
So vast is art, so narrow human wit:
Not only hounded to peculiar arts,
But oft in those confin'd to single parts.
Like kings, we lose the conquests gain'd before,
By vain ambition still to make them more:
Each might his several province well command,
Would all but stoop to what they understand.
First follow nature, and your judgement frame
By her just standard, which is still the same:
Unerring nature, still divinely bright, .
One clear, unchang'd, and universal light,
Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart.
At once the source, and end, and test of art.
Art from that fund each just supply provides;
Works without show, aud without pomp presides:
In some fair body thus th' infomiing soul
With spirits feeds, with vigour fills the whole,
Each motion guides, and every nerve sustains;
Itself unseen, but in th' effects remains.
Some, to whom Heaven in wit has been profuse,
Want as much more, to turn it to its use;
For wit and judgement often are at strife,
Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife,
Tis more to guide, than spur the muse's steed;
Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed:
The winged courser, like a generous horse.
Shows most true mettle when you check his course.
Those rules of old discover'd, not devis'd,
Are nature still, but nature methodia'd;
Nature, like liberty, is but restrain'd
By the same laws which first herself ordain'd.
Hear how learn'd Greece her useful rules iadites,
"When to repress, and when indulge our flights:
High on Parnassus' top her sons she show'd,
And pointed i5ut those ardnous paths they trod j
Held from afar, aloft, th' immortal priae,
And urg'd the rest by equal steps to rise.
Just precepts thus from great examples given,
She drew from them what they deriv'd from Heaven*
The gen'rous critic fann'd the poet's fire,
And tanght the world with reason to admire.
Then criticism the muse's handmaid prov'd,
To dress her charms, and make her more belov'd:
But following wits from that intention stray'd,
Who could not win the mistress woo'd the maid;
Against the poets their own arms they turn'd
Sure to hate most the men from whom they learn'd.
So modern 'pothecaries, tanght the art
By doctors' bills to play the doctor's part,
Bold in the practice of mistaken rules,
Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
Some on the leaves of ancient anthors prey,
Nor time nor moths e'er spoil'd so much as they:
Some drily plain, without invention's aid.
Write dull receipts how poems may be made.
These leave the sense, their learning to display,
And those explain the meaning quite away.
You then, whose judgement the right course
Know well each ancient's proper character;
His fiable, subject, scope in every page;
Religion, country, genins of his age:
Without all these at once before your eyes.
Cavil you may, but never criticise.
Be Homer's works your study and delight,
Read them by day, and meditate by night:
Thence form your judgement, thence your maxims
And trace the muses upward to their spring:
Still with itself compar'd, his text peruse;
And let your comment be the Mantuan Muse.
When first young Maro, in his boundless mind
A work t' outlast immortal Rome design'd.
Perhaps he seem'd above the critic's law,
And but from nature's fountains scorn' d to draw:
But when t' examine every part he came,
Nature and Homer were, he found, the same.
Convinc'd, amaz'd, he checks the bold design,
And rules as strict his labour'd work confine,
As if the Stagy ri te o'erlook'd each line.
Learn hence for ancient rules a just esteem;
To copy nature, is to copy them.
Some beauties yet no precepts can declare. For there's a happiness as well as care. Music resembles poetry: in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach. And which a master-hand alone can reach. If, where the rules not far enough extend (Since rules were made bnt to promote their end). Some lucky licence answer to the full Th' intent propos'd, that licence is a rule. Thus Pegasus, a nearer way to take, May boldly deviate from the common track; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, 'Which, without passing thro' the judgement, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains. In prospects thus, some objects please our eyes, Which out of nature's common order rise. The shapeless rock, or hanging precipice. Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend. But though the ancients thus their rules invade (As kings dispense with laws themselves have made)
Modems, beware! or, if you mast offend
Against the precept, ne'er transgress its end:
Let it be seldom, and compell'd by need;
And have, at least, their precedent to plead.
The critic else proceeds without remorse,
Seizes your fame, and puts his laws in force.
I know there are, to whose presumptnous thoughts
Those freer beauties, ev'n in them, seem faults.
Some figures monstrous and mis-shap'd appear.
Consider' d singly, or beheld too near,
Which, but proportion'd to their light or place.
Due distance reconciles to form and grace.
A prudent chief not always must display
His powers in equal ranks, and fair array,
But with th' occasion and the place comply,
Conceal his force, nay seem sometimes to fly.
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem,
Hot fs it Homer nods, but we that dream.
Still green with bays each ancient altar stands, Above the reach of sacrilegious hands; Secure from flames, from envy's fiercer rage, Destructive war, and all-involving age. See from each clime the learn' d their incense bring! Hear, in all tongues consenting Paeans ringl In praise so just let every voice be join'd, And fill the general chorus of mankind. Hail, bards trinmphant! born in happier days; Immortal heirs of universal praise! Whose honours with increase of ages grow, As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow; Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound, And worlds applaud that must not yet be found! O may some spark of your celestial fire, The last, the meanest of your sous inspire, (That, on weak wings, from far pursues your flights; Glows while he reads, but trembles as he writes), To teach vain wits a science little known, V admire superior sense, and doubt their own!
Causes hindering a true judgement. 1. Pride, ver. 201. 2. Imperfect learning, ver. 21$. 3. Judging by parts, and'not by the whole, ver. 233 to 288. Critics in wit, language, versification, only, 288, 305, 339, &c. 4. Being too hard to please, or too apt to admire, ver. 384. 5. Par. tiality— too much love to a sect,—to the ancients or moderns, ver. 394. 6. Prejudice or prevention, ver. 408. 7- Singularity, ver. 424. 8. Inconstancy, ver. 430. 9. Party spirit, ver. 352, &c. 10. Envy, ver. 466. Against envy, and in praise of good-nature, ver. 508, &c. When severity is chiefly to be used by the critics, ver. 526, &c.
OF all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Whatever nature has in worth deny'd,
She gives in large recruits of needful pride:
For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find
What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind:
Pride where wit fails, steps in to our defence,
And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
If once riglit reason drives that cloud away,
Truth breaks upon us with resistless day.
Trust not yourself; but, your defects to know.
Make use of every friend—and every foe.
A little learning is a dangerous thing!
Prink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring;
Therexshallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fir'd at first sight with what the muse imparts,
In /earless youth we tempt the heights of arts,