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For all cannot invent who can translate,
Here your Lordship seems in labour for a meaning Is it that you would have Translations, Originals ? for 'tis the common opinion, that the business of a Translator is to translate, and not to invent, and of a Taylor to Clothe, and not to create. But why should you, my Lord, of all mankind, abuse a Taylor not to say blafpheme him; if he can (as some think) at least go halves with God Almighty in the formation of a Beau. Might not Doctor Sherwin rebuke you for this, and bid you Remember your Creator in the days of your Touth?
From a Taylor, your Lordship proceeds (by a beautiful gradation) to a Silkman.
Thus P-pe we find The Gaudy Hinchcliff of a beauteous mind. Here too is fome ambiguity. Does your Lordship use Hinchcliff as a proper name> or, as the Ladies say, a Hinchcliff or a Colmar, for a Silk or a Fan? I will venture to affirm, no Critic can have a perfect taste of your Lordship’s works who does not understand both your Male Phrafe and your Female Phrase.
Your Lordship, to finish -your Climax, advances up to a Hatter; a Mechanic, whose Employment, you inform us, is not (as was generally imagined) to cover people's heads, but to dress their brains*. A most useful Mechanic indeed! I can't help wishing to have been one, for some people's fake.--But this too may be only another Lady-Phrafe : Your Lordship and the Ladies may take a Head-dress for a Head, and understand, that to adorn the Head is the same thing as to dress the Brains.
Upon the whole, I may thank your Lordship for this high Panegyric: For if I have but dress'd up Hamer, as your Taylor, Silkman, and Hatter have equipp'd your Lordship, I must be own'd to have dress'd him marvelously indeed, and no wonder if he is admir'd by the Ladies to
After all, my Lord, I really wilh you would learn your Grammar. What if you put yourself a while under the Tuition of your Friend W- -m .? May not I with all respect say to you, what was said to another Noble Poet by Mr Cowley, Pray Mr Howard I, if you did read your Grammar, what harm would it do you? You yourself wish all Lords would learu to write || ; tho’I don't fee of what use it could be, if their whole business is to give their Votes *: It could only be ferviceable in signing their Protests. Yet surely this small portion of learning might be indulged to your Lordship, without any Breach of that Privilege *you so generously assert to all those of your rank, or too great an Infringement of that Right + which you claim as Hereditary, and for which, no doubt, your noble Father will thank you. Surely, my Lord, no man was ever so bent upon depreciating himself!
For this Mechanic's, like the Hatter's pains, Are but for dressing other people's brains. t by Girls admir’d, p. 6.
| The Honourable Mr Edward Howard, celebrated for his poco try. || And when you see me fairly write my name ; For England's lake with all Lords did the same.
* All our bus'ness is to dress and voie. p. 4.
All your Readers have observed the following Lines :
How oft we hear fome Witling pert and dull,
The whole Town and Court (my good Lord) have heard this Witling; who is so much every body's acquaintance but his own, that I'll engage they all name the fame Parfon. But to hear you say, that this is only-of whipt Cream a frothy Store, is a sufficient proof, that never mortal was endued with so humble an opinion both of himself and his own Wit, as your Lordship: For, I do assure you, these are by much the best Verses in your whole Poem.
* The want of brains. ibid. † To be fools. ibid.
How unhappy is it for me, that a Person of your Lordship's Modesty and Virtue, who manifests fo tender a regard to Religion, Matrimony, and Morality; who, tho’an Ornament to the Court, cultivate an exemplary Correspondence with the Clergy; nay, who disdain not charitably to converse with, and even af. fift, some of the very worst of Writers (so far as to cast a few Conceits, or drop a few Antithefes even among the Dear Joys of the Courant) that you, I say, Mould look upon Me alone as reprobate and unamendable ! Reflect what I was, and what I am. I am even Annihilated by your Anger: For in these Verses you
have robbed me of all power to think*, and, in your others, of the very name of a Man! Nay, to shew that this is wholly your own doing, you have told us that before I wrote my last Epistles (that is, before I unluckily mention'd Fanny and Adonis, whom, I protest, I knew not to be your Lordship’s Relations) I might have lived and died in glory +
What would I not do to be well with your Lordship? Tho', you obferve, I am a mere Imitator of Homer, Horace, Boileau, Garth, &c. (which I have the less cause to be alham’d of, lince they were Imitators of one another) yet what if I should folemnly engage never to imitate your Lordship? May it not be one step towards an accommodation, that while you remark my Ignorance in Greek, you are so good as to say, you have forgot your own? What if I should confess I
* Pemē, who ne'er cou'd think. p. 7. + In glory then he might have liy'd and dy'd. ibid.
translated from D’Acier ? That surely could not but oblige your Lordship, who are knowu to prefer French to all the learned Languages. But allowing that in the space of twelve years acquaintance with Homer, I might unhappily contract as much Greek, as your Lordship did in Two at the University, why may I not forget it again, as happily?
Till such a reconciliation take effect, I have but one thing to intreat of your Lordship. It is, that you will not decide of my Principles on the same grounds as you have done of my Learning : Nor give the same account of
my Want of Grace, after you have lost all acquaintance with my Person, as you do of my Want of Greek, after you have confessedly lost all acquaintance with the Language. You are too generous, my Lord, to follow the Gentlemen of the Duncias quite fo far, as to seek my utter Perdition; as Nero once did Lucan's, merely for presuming to be a Poet, while one of so much greater quality was a Writer. I therefore make this humble request to your Lordship, that the next time you please to write of me, Speak of me, or even whisper of me*, you will recollect it is full eight rears, since I had the honour of any conversation or correspondence with your Lordship, except just half an hour in a Lady's Lodgings at Court, and then I had the happiness of her being present all the time. It would therefore be difficult even for your Lordship's * The whisper, that, to greatness fill too near, Perhaps yet vibrates on his Soy'reign's ear,
Epist. to Dr Arbuthnot.