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TO MR. MURRAY.

Nor' once to Chancery, nor to Hale apply; Or popularity? or stars and strings?
Yet hang your lip, to see a seam awry!

The mob's applauses, or the gifts of kings?
Careless how ill i with myself agree,

Say with what ? eyes we ought at courts to gaze, Kind to my dress, my figure, not to me.

And pay the great our homage of amaze? Is this my guide, philosopher, and friend ?

If weak the pleasure that from these can spring, This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend;

The fear to want them is as weak a thing : Who ought to make me (what he can, or none) Whether we dread, or whether we desire, That man divine, whom Wisdom calls her own; In either case, believe me, we admire; Great without title, without fortune bless'd; Whether we * joy or grieve the same the curse, Rich 'ev'n when plander'd, ' honour'd while op- Surpris'd at better, or surpris’d at worse. press’d;

Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray
Lov'd 'without youth, and follow'd without power; Th' unbalanc'd mind, and snatch the man away;
At home, though exild ; freethough in the Tower; For Virtue's self may too much zeal be had;
In short, that reasoning, high, immortal thing, The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
Just' less than Jove, and much above a king, 6 Go then, and if you can, admire the state
Nay, half in Heaven- except (what's mighty odd) of beaming diamonds, and reflected plate;
A fit of vapours clouds this demi-god!

Procure a taste to double the surprise,
And gaze on

Parian charms with learned eyes :
Be struck with bright & brocade, or Tyrian dye,

Our birth-day nobles' splendid livery.
BOOK I. EPISTLE VI.

If not so pleas'd, at council-board rejoice
To see their judgments hang upon thy voice;
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morn to night, at senate, rolls, and hall, Plead much, read more, dine late, or not at all.

But wherefore all this labour, all this strife! This piece is the most finished of all his imitations, For " fame, for riches, for a noble wife ?

and executed in the high manner the Italian Shall '2 one whom Nature, learning, birth conspir'd painters call con amore. By which they mean, To form, not to admire, but be admir'd, The exertion of that principle, which puts the sigh, while his Chloe, blind to wit and worth, faculties on the stretch, and produces the su- Weds the rich dulness of some son of earth? preme degree of excellence. For the poet had Yet's time ennobles, or degrades each line; all the warınth of affection for the great lawyer It brighten'd Craggs's, and may darken thine: to whom it is addressed; and, indeed, no man And what is fame? the meanest have their day, ever more deserved to have a poet for his friend. The greatest can but blaze, and pass away. In the obtaining of which, as neither vanity, Grac'd as thou art, '* with all the power of words, party, nor fear, had any share, so he sup

So known, so honour'd, at the house of lords: ported his title to it by all the offices of true Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, friendship.

(More silent far) where kings and poets lie;

Is Where Murray (long enough his country's pride) “ Not to admire, is all the art I know,

Shall be no more than Tully, or than Hyde!

15 Rack'd with sciatics, martyr'd with the stone, To make men happy, and 'to keep them so." (Plain truth, dear Murray, needs no flowers 10 of Will any mortal let himself alone?

See Ward by batter'd beaux invited over, speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.)

And desperate misery lays hold on Dover. 11 This vault of air, this congregated ball,

The case is easier in the mind's disease;

There all men inay be cur'd, whene'er they please. Self-center'd Sun, and stars that rise and fall, There are, my friend! whose philosophic eyes Look through and trust the Ruler with his skies,

Ludicra, quid, ' plausus, et amici dona Quiritis ? To him commit the hour, the day, the year,

Quo spectanda modo, a quo sensu credis et ore?

? Qui timet his adversa, fere miratur eodem And view 12 this dreadful all without a fear.

Admire we then what's Farth's low entrails hold, Quo cupiens pacto: pavor est utrobique molestus: Arabian shores, or Indian seas infold;

luiprovisa simul species exterret utrumque: (rem, All the mad trade of '* fools and slaves for gold ?

* Gaudeat, an doleat; cupiat, metuatne; quid ad

Si, quidquid vidit melius pejusve sua spe, Nec' medici credis, nec curatoris egere

Defixis oculis animoque et corpore torpet ?

5 Insani sapiens nomen ferat, æquus iniqui; A prrtore dati; rerum * tutela mearum Cum sis, et prave sectum stomacheris ob unguem,

Ultra quain satis est, virtutem si petat ipsam. De te pendentis, te respicientis amici. (* dives,

• I nunc, argentum et marmor vetus, æraque et Ad snmmam, sapiens uno ' minor est Jove, *Liber, 6 honoratus, pulcher, Prex denique regum; Gaude, quod spectant oculi te o mille loquentem :

Suspice : cum gemmis & Tyrios mirare colores : Præcipue sanus, nisi cum pituita molesta est.

Gnavus mane forum, et vespertinus pete tectum; EPISTOLA VI.

" Ne plus frumenti dotalibus emetat agris

Mutus et (in lignuin; quod sit pejoribus ortus) Not admirari, prope res est una, Numici, 12 Hic tibi sit potius, quam tu mirabilis illi. Solaque quæ pussit facere et servare beatum,' Quicquid sub terra est, in apricum proferet ætas;

Hi Hunc solem, et stellas, et decedentia certis Deforlict condetque nitentia. 14 cuin bene nutum Teinpora momentis, sunt qui " formidine nulla, Porticus Agrippe, et via te conspexerit Appi; Imbuti spectent 13 quid conse, muntra terra? Ire tamen restat, Nuina

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Would ye be ' blest? despise low joys, low gains ; | Whom honour with your hand: to make remarks, Dislain whatever Cornbury disdains;

Who' rules in Cornwall, or who rules in Berks : Be virtuous, and be happy for your pains.

“ This may be troublesome, is near the chair: But art thou one, whom new opinions sway, That makes three members, this can chuse a mayor." One who believes as Tindal leaz's the way,

Instructed thus, you bow, embrace, protest, Who virtue and a church alike disowns,

Adopt him ? son, or cousin at the least, Thinks that but words, and this but brick and stones? Then tum about, and 'laugh at your own jest. Fly 3 then on all the wings of wild desire,

Or if your life be one continued treat,
Admire whate'er the maddest can admire:

If * to live well means nothing but to eat;
Is wealth thy passion. Hence! from pole to pole, Up, up! cries Gluttony, tis break of day,
Where winds can carry, or where waves can roll, Go drive the deer, and drag the finny prey;
For Indian spices, for Peruvian gold,

With hounds and horns go hunt an appetite. Prevent the greedy, or outbid the bold:

So 'Russel did, but could not eat at night, * Advance thy golden mountain to the skies ; Call'd happy dog! the beggar at his door, On the broad base of fisty thousand rise,

And envy'd thirst and hunger to the poor. Add one ro'ind hundred, and (if that's not fair) Or shall we every decency confound; Add tifty more, and bring it to a square.

Through taverns, stews, and bagnio's take our round; For, mark th' advantage; just so many score, Go dine with Chartres, in each vice outdo Will gain a "wife with half as many more,

K--I's lewd cargo, or Ty-y's crew; Procure her beauty, make that beauty chaste, From Latian syrens, French Circæan feasts, And then such friends-as cannot fail to last. Return well travell’d, and transform’d to beasts; A' man of wealth is dubh'd a man of worth, Or for a titled punk, or foreign flame, Venus shall give him form, and Anstis birth. Renounce our 8 country and degrade our name? (Believe me, many a & German prince is worse, If, after all, we must with " Wilmot own, Who proud of pedigree is poor of purse)

The cordial drop of life is love alone, His wealth brave "Timon gloriously confounds; And Swift cry wisely, “ Vive

bagatelle !" Ask for a groat, he gives a hundred pounds; The man that loves and laughs, must sure do well. Or if three ladies like a luckless play,

10 Adieu—if this advice appear the worst, Takes the whole house upon the poet's day. E’en take the counsel which I gave you first : Now, in such exigencies not to need,

Or better precepts if you can impart, Upon my word, you must be rich indeed;

Why do, I'll follow them with all my heart. A noble superfluity it craves, Not for yourself, but for your fools and knaves; Something, which for your honour they may cheat, And which it much becomes you to forget. 11 If wealth alone then make and keep us blest,

EPISTLE 1. Still, still be getting, never, never rest.

"2 But if to power and place your passion lie, If in the pomp of life consist the joy; Then "3 hire a slave, or (if you will) a lord, To do the honours, and to give the word; Tell at your levee, as the crouds approach, Tue reflections of Horace, and the judgments past To whom 14 to nod, whom take into your coach in his epistle to Augustus, seemed so seasonable to

the present times, that I could not help applying Quare fugam morbi. i vis recte vivere quis non?

them to the use of my own country. The author Si virtus hoc una potest dare, fortis omissis

thought them considerable enough to address them Hoc age delicijs.

to his prince ; whom he paints with all the great 2 virtutem verba putes, et

and good qualities of a monarch, upon whoin the Lucum ligna? 'cave ne portus occupet alter;

Romans depended for the increase of an absolute Ne Cibyratica, ne Bithyna negotia perdas :

empire. But to make the poem entirely English, * Mille talenta rotundentur, totidem altera, porro et

I was willing to add one or two of those which conTertia succedant, et quæ pars quadret acervum. Scilicet " uxorem cuin dote, fidemque, et “amicos, Porrigere: ' Hic multum in Fabia valet ille Velina: Et genus, et formam, regina' Pecunia donat; Cui libet, is faces dabit; eripietque curule, Ac bene nummatum decorat Suadela, Venusque. Cui volet, importunus ebur : ? Frater, Pater, adde: Mancipiis locuples, eget æris : Capadocum rex: Ut cuique est ætas, ita quemque 'facetus adopta. Ne fueris hic tu. chlamydes Lucullus, ut aiunt, Si * bene qui conat, bene vivit; lacet : eamus Si posset centum scenæ præbere rogatus, [habebo Quo ducit gula : piscemur, venemur, ut ” olim Qui possum tot ? ait : tamen et quaram, et quot Gargilius: qui mane plagas, venabula, servos, Mittam : post paulo scribit, sibi millia quinque Ditiertum transire forum populumque jubebat, Esse domi chlamydum : partem, vel tolleret omnes. Unus ut e multis populo spectante referret 10 Exilis domus est, ubi non et multa supersunt, Emptum mulus aprum. crudi, tumidique lavemur, Et dominum fallunt, et prosunt furibus. ergo, Quid deceat, quid non, obliti; Carite cera Si res sola potest facere et servare beatum,

Digni; ' remigium vitiosum (thacensis Ulyssei; Hoc primus repetas opus, hoc postremus omittas. Cui potior a patria fuit inter licta voluptas. 12 Sj fortunatum species et gratia præstat,

Si, Mimnermus uti censet, sine amore jocisque 13 Mercemer servum, qui dictet nomina, lævun Nil est jucundum ; vivas in amore jocisque. Qui fodicet latus, et 14 cogat trans pondera dex- Vive, vale. si quid novisti rectius istis, tram

Candidus imperti; si non, bis utere mecum.

TO AUGUSTUS.

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tribute to the happiness of a free people, and are Clos'd their long glories with a sigh, to find more consistent with the welfare of our neigh- Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind ! bours.

All human virtue to its latest breath This epistle will show the learned world to have * Finds Envy never conquer'd but by Death. fallen into two mistakes : one, that Augustus was The great Alcides, every labour past, the patron of poets in general ; whereas he not Had still this monster to subdue at last. only prohibited all but the best writers to name · Sure fate of all beneath whose rising ray him, but recommended that care ev'n to the civil Each star of meaner merit fades away! magistrate : Admonebat prætores, ne pateren- Oppress'd we feel the beam directly heat,

suum obsolefieri, &c. The other, Those suns of glory please not till they set. that this piece was only a general discourse To thee the world its present homage pays, of poetry ; whereas it was an apology for the The harvest early, but mature the praise : poets, in order to render Augustus more their Great friend of liberty ! in kings a name patron. Horace here pleads the cause of his con- Above all Greek, above all Roman fame *: temporaries, first against the taste of the town, Whose word is truth, as sacred and reverd, whose humour it was to magnify the authors of the "As Heavens own oracles from altars heard. preceding age; secondly against the court and no- Wonder of kings ! like whom, to mortal eyes bility, who encouraged only the writers for the • None e'er has risen, and none e'er shall rise. theatre; and lastly against the emperor himself, Just in one instance, be it yet confest who had conceived them of little use to the govern- Your people, sir, are partial in the rest :

He shows (by a view of the progress of Foes to all living worth except your own, learning, and the change of taste among the Ro- And advocates for folly dead and gone. mars) that the introduction of the polite arts of Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old; Greece had given the writers of his time great ad- It is the rust we value, not the gold. vantages over their predecessors; that their morals * Chaucer's worst ribaldry is learn’d by rote, were much improved, and the licence of those an- And beastly Skelton heads of houses quote : cient poets restrained; that satire and comedy One likes no language but the Faery Queen; were become more just and useful; that whatever A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk o' the Green; extravagances were left on the stage, were owing And each true Briton is to Ben so civil, to the ill taste of the nobility; that poets, under * He swears the Muses meet hiin at the Devil. due regulations, were in many respects useful to Though justly 'Greece her eldest sons admires, the state ; and concludes, that it was upon them Why should not we be wiser than our sires ? the emperor himself must depend, for his fame In every public virtue we excel; with posterity.

We build, we paint, 10 we sing, we dance as well ; We may farther learn from this epistle, that And "I learned Athens to our art must stoop, Horace made his court to this great prince, by writ- Could she behold us tumbling through a hoop. ing with a decent freedom towards him, with a If "2 time improve our wits as well as wine, just contempt of his low flatterers, and with a manly Say at what age a poet grows divine ? regard to his own character.

Shall we, or shall we not, account him so,
Who dy'd perhaps an hundred years ago!
End all dispute; and fix the year precise

When British bards begin t’immortalize?
EPISTLE I.

* Ploravere suis non respondere favorem

Speratum meritis. diram qui contudit Hydram, While you, great patron of mankind ! 1 sustain

Notaque fatali portenta labore subegit,
The balanc'd world, and open all the main ; Comperit ? invidiam supremo fine domari,
Your country, chief, in arms abroad defend; 3 Urit enim fulgore suo, qui prægravat artes
At home, with morals, arts, and laws amend; Infra se positas: extinctus amabitur idem.

How shall the muse, from such a monarch, steal * Præsenti tibi maturos largimur honores,
An hour and not defraud the public weal?

Jurandasque tuum per numen ponimus aras,
* Edward and Henry, now the boast of fame, “Nil oriturum alias, nil ortum tale fatentes.
And virtuous Alfred, a more * sacred name, Sed tuus hoc populus sapiens et justus in uno,
After a life of generous toils endur'd,

* Te nostris ducibus, te Graiis anteferendo The Gaul subdued, or property secur'd,

Cætera nequaquam simili ratione modoque Ambition humbled, mighty cities storm'd, Æstimat; et, nisi quæ terris semota suisque Or laws establish'd, and the world reform’d; Temporibus defuncta videt, fastidit et odit:

* Sic fautor veterum, ut tabulas peccare vetantes

Quas bis quinque viri sanxerunt, fædera regum,
EPISTOLA I.

Vel Gabjis vel cum rigidis æquata Sabinis,
Pontificum libros annosa volumina Vatum,

Dictitet Albano Musas in monte locutas.
Cum tot 'sustineas et tanta negotia solus,

Si, quia' Graiorum sunt antiquissima quæque Res Italas armis tuteris, moribus' ornes,

Scripta vel optima, Romani pensantur eadem Legibus emendes; in publica commoda peccem, Scriptores trutina; non est quod multa loquamur: Si longo sermone inorer tua tempora. Cæsar. Nil intra est oleam, nil extra est in nnce duri. Romulus, et Liber pater, et cum Castore Pollux, Venimus ad suumum fortune: pingimus, atque Post ingentia facta, * Deorum in templa recepti, 10 Psailiinus, et " luctamur Achivis doctius unctis. Dum terras hominuinque colunt genus, aspera bella si '? meliora dies, ut vina, poemata reddit; Componunt, agros adsignant, oppida condunt ; veliin, chartis pretium quotus arroget annus.

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“ Who lasts a 'century can have no flaw; Or say our fathers never broke a rule; I hold that wit a classic, good in law."

Why then, I say, the public is a fool. Suppose he wants a year, will you compound? But let them own, that greater faults than we And shall we deem himè ancient right and sound, They had, and greater virtues, I'll agree. Or damn to all eternity at once,

Spenser himself aflects the 'obsolete, At ninety-nine, a modern aud a dunce?

And Sydney's verse halts ill on? Roman feet: “ We shall not quarrel for a year or two;

Milton's strong pinion now not Heaven can bound, By 3 courtesy of England, he may do."

Now serpent-likej in prose he sweeps the ground, Then, by the rule that made the* horse-tail bare, In quibbles, angel and archangel join, I pluck out year by year as hair by hair,

And God the father turns a school-dirine. And melt' down ancients like a heap of snow : * Not that I'd lop the beauties from his book, While you, to measure merits, look in. Stowe, Like · slashing Bently with his desperate hook, And, estimating authors by the year,

Or dann all Shakespeare, like th' affected fool Bestow a garland only on a 'bier.

(bill | At court, who hates what er he bread at school. 8 Shakespeare (whom you and every playhouse But for the wits of either Charles's days, Style the divine, the matchless, what yon will) The inob of gentlemen who wrote with ease; For gain, not glory, wing'd his roring flight, Sprat, Carew, Sedley, and a hundred more, And grew immortal in his own despite.

(Like twinkling stars the miscellanies o'er) Ben, old and poor, as little scend to heed

One siunile, that 'solitary shines The life to come in every poet's creed.

In the dry desert of a thousand lines, Who now reads 19 Cowley ? if he pleases yet, Or % lengthen'd thought that gleams through many His moral pleases, not his pointed wit;

Has sanctify'd whole poems for an age.

(a page, Forgot his epic, nay pindaric art,

' I lose my patience, and I own it too, But still " I love the language of his heart.

When works are censur'd, not as bad, but new; “ Yet surely, 12 surely, these were famous men! Whil, if our elders break all reason's laws, What boy but hears the saying of old Ben? These fools demand not pardon, but applause. In all 's debates where critics bear a part,

10 On Avon's bank, where flowers eternal blow, Not one but nods, and talks of Jonson's art, If I but ask if any weed can grow; Of Shakespeare's nature, and of Cowley's wit; One tragic sentence if I dare deride, How Beaumont's judgment check'd what Fletcher Which " Betterton's grave action dignify'd,

Or well-mouth'd Booth with emphasis proclaims, How Shadwell hasty, Wycherley was slow; (Though but, perhaps, a muster-roll of names) But, for the passions, Southerne, sure, and Rowe. How will our fathers rise up in a rage, These, only these, support the crowded stage, And swear, all shame is lost in George's age! From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age. You'd think 12 no fools disgrac'd the former reign,

All this may be; " the peoples voice is odd, Did not some grave exainples yet remain, It is, and it is not, the voice of God.

Who scorn a lad should teach his father skill, To 16 Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,

And having once been wrong, will be so still. And yet deny the Careless Husband praise, Hle, who to seem more deep than you or I,

Extols old bards, 13 or Merlin's prophecy, Scriptor ab hinc annos centum qui decidit, inter Mistake him not; he envies, not admires, Perfectos veteresque referri debet, an inter, And to debase the sons, exalts the sires. Viles atque novos ? excludat jurgia finis. Est vetus atque probus, 'centum qui perficit annos. ut nihil anteferat, nihil illis coinparet ; errat: Quid? qui deperiit minor uno mense vel anno, Si quædam nimis' antique, si pleraque ? dure Inter quos referendus erit ? 2 veteresne poetas, Dicere credit eos, ignave multa fatetur ; An quos et præsens et postera respuat atas ? Et sapit, et mecum facit, et Jove judicat aquo. Iste quidem veteres inter ponetur 'honeste, * Non equidem iusector, delendaque carmina Lini Qui vel mense brevi, vel toto est junior anno. Esse reor, memini quæ 'plagosum mihi parvo Utor permisso, caudaque pilos ut * equinæ

Orbiliuin dictare; Paulatim vello : et demo unum, demo et itein

sed emendata videri Dum cadat elusus ratione "ruentis acervi, sunum; Pulchraqne, et exactis minimun distantia, miror : Qui redit in fastos, et virtutem æstimat annis, Inter quæ ' verbum emicuit si forte decorum, Miraturque nihil, nisi quod ? Libitina saoravit. Sie versus paulo concinnior unus et alter ;

* Ennius et sapiens, et fortis, et alter Homerus, Injuste totum ducit venditque poema. Ut critici dicunt, leviter curare videtur

Indignor quidquam reprehendi, non quia crasse Quo' promissa cadant, et somnia Pythagorea. Compositum, illepideve putetur, sed quia nuper ;

Narvius in manibus non est ; at "mentibus hæret Nec veniam antiquis, sed honorem et præmia posci. Pene recens: 2 adeo sanctum est vetus omne 1°Recte necne crocum foresque perainbalet Attä poema.

Fabula, si dubitem; clainant periisse pudorem Ambigitur 'quoties, uter utro sit prior; aufert Cuncti pene patres : ea cuin reprehendere coner, Pacuvius docti famam senis, Accius alti :

Quæ "gravis Esopus, quæ doctus Roscius egite Dicitur Afranî toga convenisse Menandro : Vel quia nil'? rectuin, nisi quod placuit sibi, Plautus ad exemplar Siculi properare Epicharmi

ducunt; Vincere Checilius graritate, Terentius arte : Vel quia turpe putant parere minoribus, et quæ Hos ediscit, et bus arcto stipata theatro (poetas Imberbi diclicere, senes perdenda fateri. Spectat Roma poteng ; '* habet bos numeratqne Jane 's Saliare Numæ carmen qui laudat, et illud, Ad nostrum tempus, Livi si'riptoris ab itro. Quod mecum ignorat, solus vult scire viileri; 15 Interduin vulgus rectum videt : est ubi peccat. Ingeniis noa ille fivit plauditque sepultis, Si i veteres ita miratur landatqne poetas,

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Had ancient times tonspir'd to disallow

When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, What then was new, what had been ancient now? And promise our best friends to rhyme no more; Or what remain'd, so worthy to be read

We wake next morning in a raging fit, By learned critics, of the mighty dead ?

And call for pen and ink to show our wit. ? In days of case, when now the weary sword He serv'd a 'prenticeship, who sets up shop; Was sheath'd, and luxury with Charles restor'd; Ward try'd on puppies, and the poor, his drop ; In every taste of foreign courts improv'd,

Ev'n ’ Radcliffe's doctors travel first to France, “All, by the king's example, liv'd and lov’d.” Nor dare to practise till they've learn'd to dance. Then peers grew proud 'in horsemanship t'excel, Who builds a bridge that never drove a pile? Newmarket's glory rose, as Britain's fell ;

(Should Ripley venture, all the world would smile) The soldier breath'd the gallantries of France, But 3 those who cannot write, and those who can, And every flowery courtier writ romance.

All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man. Then * marble, soften'd into life, grew warm, Yet, sir, 4 reflect, the mischief is not great; And yielding metal flow'd to human form:

These madmen never hurt the church or state : Lely on' animated canvas stole

Sometimes the folly benefits mankind;. The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul. And rarely · avarice taints the tuneful mind, No wonder then, when all was love and sport, Allow him but his plaything of a pen, The willing Muses were debauch'd at court : He ne'er rebels, or plots, like other men: On each enervate string they taught the note Flight of cashiers, or mobs, be'll never mind, To pant or tremble through an eunuch's throat. And knows no losses while the Muse is kind.

But' Britain, changeful as a child at play, To & cheat a friend, or ward, he leaves to Peter; Now calls in princes, and now turns away, The good man heaps up nothing but mere metre, Now Whig, now Tory, what we lov'd we hate ; Enjoys his garden and his book is quiet; Now all for pleasure, now for church or state ; And then-a perfect hermit in his diet. Now for prerogative, and now for laws;

Of little use the man you may suppose, Effects unhappy! from a noble cause.

Who says in verse what others say in prose: * Time was, a sober Englishman would knock Yet let me show, a poet 's of some weight, His servants up, and rise by five o'clock,

And (1° though no soldier) useful to the state. Instruct his family in every rule,

" What will a child learn sooner than a song? And send his wife to church, his son to school. What better teach a foreigner the tongue? To'worship like his fathers, was his care;

What's long or short, each accent where to place, To teach their frugal virtues to his heir ;

And speak in public with some sort of grace. To prove that luxury could never hold;

I scarce can think him such a worthless thing, And place, on good 10 security, his gold.

Unless he praise some monster of a king: Now times are chang'd, and one

poetic itch Or virtue, or religion turn to sport, Has seiz'd the court and city, poor and rich : To please a lewd or unbelieving court. Sous, sires, and grandsires, all will wear the Unhappy Dryden !--In all Charles's days, bays,

Roscommon only boasts unspotted bays; Our wives read Milton, and our daughters plays, And in our own (excuse some courtly stains) To theatres and to rehearsals throng,

No whiter page than Addison remains; And all our grace at tables is a song.

He 12 from the taste obscene reclainis our youth, 1, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie,

And sets the passions on the side of Truth, Not -'s self e'er tells more fibbs than I; Forms the soft bosom with the gentlest art,

And pours each human virtue in the lieart. Quod si tam Græcis novitas invisa fuisset, Let Ireland tell, how wit upheld ber cause, Quam nobis ; quid nunc esset vetus ? aut quid Her trade supported, and supplied her laws; haberet,

And leave on Swift this grateful verse engrav'd, Quod legeret tereretque viritim publicus usus ? “ The rights a court attack'd, a poet sar'd."

* Ut primum positis nugari Græcia bellis Behold the hand that wrought a nation's cure, Capit, et in vitium fortuna labier æqua ;

Stretch'd to 13 relieve the idiot and the poor, Nunc athletarum studiis, nunc arsit "eqnorum:

* Marmoris aut eboris fabros aut æris amavit ; Navem agere ignarus navis timet: abrotonum Suspendit' picta vultum mentemque tabella ;

ægro Nunc tibicinibus, nunc est gavisa tragædis : Non audet, nisi qui didicit, dare: quod medicorum

Sub nutrice puella velut si luderet infans, Promittunt. medici: tractant fabrilia fabri: (est, Quod cupide petiit, mature plena reliquit.

• Scribimus indocti doctique poemata passim. Quid placet, aut odio est, quod non mutabile cre- * Hic error tamen et levis hæc insania, quantas das?

Virtutes habeat, sic collige : vatis Savarus Hoc paces habuere bonæ, ventique secundi. Non tcmere est animus : versus amat, hoc studet

e Rome dulce diu fuit et solemne, reclusa Mane domo vigilare, clienti promere jura ; Detrimenta, ' fugas servorum, incendia ridet; Scriptos ' nominibus rectis expendere nummos ; Non fraudem socio, puerove incogitat ullam Majores audire, minori dicere, per quæ

Pupillo ? vivit siliquis, et pane secundo; Crescere res posset minui damnosa libido.

10 Militiæ quanquam piger et malus, utilis urbi; Mutavit mentem populus levis, " et calet uno Si das hoc, parvis quoque rebus magna juvari; Scribendi studio : puerique patresque severi 11 Os tenerum pueri balbumque poeta figurat : Fronde comas vincti cænant, et carmina dictant. Torquet ab obscænis jam nunc sermonibus aurem; Ipse ego, qui nullos me affirmo scribere versus, Mox etiain pectus præceptis format amicis, Invenior "'Parthis mendacior; et prius orto Asperitatis, et invidiæ corrector, et iræ; Sole vigil, calamum et chartas et scrinia posco. Pecte facta refert; "orientia tempora notis VOL XII.

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