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Proud Vice to brand, or injur'd Worth adoru, Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join And ' stretch the ray to ages yet unborn.

The varying verse, the full resounding line, Not but there are, who merit other palins; The long majestic march, and energy divine. Hopkins and Sternbold glad the heart nith psalms: Though still some traces of our 'rustic vein The 2 boys and girls whom charity maintains And splayfoot verse remain'd, and will remain. Implore your help in these pathetic strains: Late, very late, correctness grew our care, How could Devotion touch the country pews, When the tir'd nation - breath'd from civil war. Unless the gods bestor id a proper Muse?

Exact Racine, and Corneille's noble fire, Verse cheers their leisure, Verse assists their work, Show'd us that France had something to admire. Verse prays for peace, or sings down“ pope and Turk. Not but the * tragic spirit was our own, The silenc'd preacher yields to potent strain, And full in Shakespeare, fair in Otway shone: And feels that grace his prayer besought in vain ; But Otway fail'd to polish or refine, The blessing thrills through all the labouring throng, And 'fluent Shakespeare scarce ettac'd a line. And Heaven is won by violence of song.

Ev'n copious Dryden wanted, or forgot, Our rural ancestors, with little blest,

The last and greatest art, the art to blot. Patient of labour when the end was rest,

Some doubt, if equal pains, or equal fire, Indulg'd the day that lious'd their annual grain, The humbler Muse of comedy require. With feasts, and offerings, and a thankful strain : But in known images of life, I guess The joy their wives, their sons, and servants share, | The labour greater, as th' indulgence less." Ease of their toil, and partners of their care : Observe how seldom ev'n the best succeed : The laugh, the jest, attendants on the bowl, Tell me if & Congreve's fools are fools indeed? Smooth'd every brow, and open'd every soul: What pert low dialogue has Farquhar writ! With growing years the pleasing licence grew, How Van wants grace, who never wanted wit! And 'taunts alternate innocently flew.

The stage how loosely' does Astræa tread, But times corrupt, and ® Nature ill-inclin'd, Who fairly puts all characters to bed! Produc'd the point that left a sting behind ;

And idle Cibber, how he breaks the laws, Till, friend with friend, and families at strife, To make poor Pinkey 10 eat with vast applause Triumphant Malice rag'd through private life. But fill their purse, our poets' work is done, Who felt the wrong, or feard it, took th' alarm, Alike to them, by pathos or by pun. Appeal'd to law, and Justice lent her arm.

O you ! whom 12 Vanity's light bark conveys At length by wholesome 'dread of statutes bound, On Fame's mad voyage by the wind of praise, The poets learn'd to please, and not to wound: With what a shifting gale your course you ply, Most warp'd to 10 flattery's side; but some, more nice, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high; Preserv'd the freedom, and forbore the vice. Who pants for glory finds but short repose, Hence satire rose, that just the medium hit, A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows. And heals with morals what it hurts with wit. 13 Farewell the stage! if, just as thrives the play, " We conquer'd France, but felt our captive's | The silly bard grows fat, or falls away. charms;

There still remains, to mortify a wit, Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms; The many-headed monster of the pit; Britain to soft refinements less a foe,

A senseless, worthless, and unhonour'd crow'd: Wit grew polite, and " numbers learn’d to flow. Who, 15 to disturb their betters mighty proud, Instruit exemplis; 'inopemn solatur et ægrum. Munditiæ pepulere: sed in longum tamen ævum Castis cum ? pueris ignara puella mariti

Manserunt, hodieque manent, i vestigia ruris. Disceret unde preces, vatem ni Musa dedisset ? Serus enim Grecis admovit acumina chartis; Poscit opem chorus, et pra:sentia numina sentit; Et post a Punica bella quietus quærere cæpit, Cælestes implorat aquas, docta prece blandus; Quid 'Sophocles et Thespis et Æschylus utile ferAvertit morbos, 4 metuenda pericula pellit;

rent : Impetrat et pacem, et locupletem frugibus annum. Tentavit quoque rem, si digne vertere posset : • Carmine Di saperi placantur, carmine Manes. Et placuit sibi, natura sublimis et acer:

• Agricolæ prisci, fortes parroque bcati, Nam spirat tragicum satis, et feliciter audet : Condita post frumenta, levantes tempore festo Sed ' turpem putat inscite metuitque lituram. Corpus et ipsum animum spe finis dura ferentem, Creditur, ex "medio quia res arcessit, habere Cum sociis operum pueris et conjnge fida,

Sudoris miniinum; sed habet comedia tanto Tellurem porco, Silvanum lacte piabant,

Plus oneris, quanto veniæ minus.' aspice, Plautus Floribus, et vino Genium memorem brevis avi, Quo pacto partes tutetur ainantis ephebi, Fescennina per hunc inventa licentia inorem. Ut patris attenti, lenonis ut insidiosi :

? Versibus alternis opprobria rastica fudit; Quantus sit Dossennus 'erlacibus in parasitis ; Libertasque recurrentes accepta per annos

Quam non astricto percurrat pulpita socco. Lusit amabiliter : doncc jami sævus apertam Gestit enim "nummum in loculos demittere : post In rabiem cæpit verti jocus, et per honestas Securus, cadat an recto stet fabula talo. (hoc Ire domos impune minax. dolucre cruento

Quem tulit ad scenam 12 ventoso gloria curru, Dente lacessiti : fuit intactis quoque cura

Exanimat lentus spectator, sedulus inflat: Conditione super communi: qin etiain lex Sic leve, sic parvum est, animum quod laudis ava. Pænaque lata, malo qua nollet carmine quemquam Describi. vertere moduin, formidine fustis Subruit, ac reficit : 13 valeat res ludicra, si me Ad 18 bene dicendum, delectandumque redacti. Palma negata macrum, donata reducit opimum.

1 Græcia capta ferum victorem cepit, et artes 1* Sæpe etiam audacem fugat hoc terretque poc tam Intulit agresti Latio. sic horridus ille

Quod numero plures, virtute et honore minores Defuxit 12

numerus Saturnius, et grave virus Inducti, stolidique, et 's depugnare parati

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Clattering their sticks before ten lines are spoke, But not this part of the poetic state
Call for the farce, 'the bear, or the Black-joke. Alone, deserves the favour of the great :
What dear delight to Britons farce affords ! 'Think of those authors, sir, who would rely
Ever the taste of mobs, but now ? of lords;

More on a reader's sense, than gazer's eye. (Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flics

Or who shall wander where the Muses sing? From heads to ears, and now from ears to eyes.) Who climb their mountain, or who taste their The play stands still; damn action and discourse, How shall we fill a library with wit, (spring? Back fly the scenes, and enter foot, "and horse; When Merlin's Cave is half unfurnish'd yet? Pageants on pageants, in long order drawn,

My liege! why writers little claim your thought, Peers, heralds, bishops, ermin, gold and lawn; I guess; and, with their leave, will tell the fault : The champion too ! and, to complete the jest, We 'poets are (upon a poet's word) Old Edward's armour beams on Cibber's breast. Of all mankind, the creatures most absurd : With • laughter sure Democritus had dy'd, The 4 season, when to coine, and when to go, Had he beheld an audience gape so wide.

To sing, or cease to sing, we never know; Let bear or · elephant be e'er so white,

And if we will recite nine hours in ten, The people sure, the people are the sight!

You lose your patience just like other men. Ah luckless 6 poet! stretch thy lungs and roar, Then too we burt ourselves, when, to defend That bear or elephant shall heed thee more; A single verse, we quarrel with a friend; While all its 'throats the gallery extends,

Repeat unask'd ; ? lament, the wit's too fine And all the thunder of the pit ascends !

For vulgar eyes, and point out every line; Loud as the wolves, on • Orca's stormy steep, But most, when, straining with too weak a wing, Howl to the roarings of the northern deep: We needs will write epistles to the king; Such is the shout, the long-applauding note,

And from the moment we oblige the town, At Quin's high plume, or Oldfield's ' petticoat; Expect a place, or pension from the crown; Or when from court a birth-day suit bestow'd, Or, dubb’d historians by express cornmand, Sinks the 10 lost actor in the tawdrey load.

T'enroll your triumphs o'er the scas and land, Booth enters-hark! the universal peal!

Be callid to court to plan some work divine, “But has he spoken ?” Not a syllable.

As once for Louis, Boileau and Racine. What shook the stage, and made the people stare? Yet'think, great sir! (so many virtues shown) "Cato's long wig, flower'd gown, and lacquer'd chair. Ah think, what poet best may make them known?

Yet, lest you think I rally more than teach, Or chuse at least some minister of grace, Or praise malignly arts I cannot reach,

Fit to bestow the 1° laureat's weighty place. Let me for once presume t'instruct the times, " Charles, to late times to be transmitted fair, To know the poet from the man of rhymes : Assign’d his figure to Bernini's care; 'Tis be 12 who gives my breast a thousand pains, And " great Nassau to Kneller's hand decreed Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; To fix him graceful on the hounding steed; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art; So well in paint and stone they judg'd of merit : With pity, and with terrour, tear my heart; But kings in wit may want discerning spirit. And snatch ne, o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. Irritat, mulcet, falsis terroribus implet,

Ut magus ; et modo me Thebis, modo ponit Athenis. Si discordet eques, media inter carmina poscunt 'Verum age, et bis, qui se lectori credere malunt, Aut' ursum aut pugiles: his nam plebecula gau- Quam spectatoris fastidia ferre superbi, det.

[luptas Curam impende brevem: si’munus Apolline dignum Verum ' equitis quoque jam migravit ab aure vo- Vis complere libris; et vatibus addere calcar, Omnis, ad incertos oculos, et gaudia vana.

Ut studio majore petant Helicona virentem. Quatuor aut plures aulæa premuntur in horas; Multa quidem nobis facimus mala sæpe poetæ, Dum fugiunt equitum turmæ, peditumque ca- (Ut vineta egomet cædam mea) cum tibi librum tervæ :

4 Solicito damus, aut fesso : cum lædimur, 5 unum Mox traditur manibus regum fortuna retortis ; Si quis amicorum est ausus reprendere versum : Esseda festinant, pilenta, petorrita, naves ;

Cum loca jam recitata revolvimus irrevocati : Captivum portatur ebur, captiva Corinthus.. Cum 'lamentamur non apparere labores “Si foret in terris, rideret Democritus; seu Nostros, et tenui deducta poemata filo: Diversum confusa genus panthera camelo,

Cuin speramus eo rem venturam, ut, simul atque Sive Selephas albus vulgi converteret ora.

Carmina rescieris nos fingere, commodus ultro Spectaret populum ludis attentius ipsis,

Arcessas, et egere vetes, et scribere cogas. Ut sibi præbentem mimo spectacula plura :

Sed tamen est? operae pretium cognoscere, quales Scriptores autem narrare putaret asello

Ædituos habeat belli spectata domique
Fabellam surdo, nam quze pervincere voces Virtus, 10 indigno non committenda poetæ,
Evaluere sonum, referunt quem nostra theatra? 1 Gratus Alexandro regi magno fuit ille
"Garganum mugire putes nemus, aut mare Tuscum. Chærilus, incultis qui versibus et male natis
Tanto cum strepitu ludi spectantur, et artes,

Rettulit acceptos, regale numisma, Philippos.
Divitiæque peregrinæ: quibus 10 oblitus actor Sed veluti tractata notam labemque remittunt
Cum stetit in scena, concurrit dextera lævæ. Atramenta, fere scriptores carmine fødo
Dixit adhuc aliquid ? nil sane. Quid placet ergo ? Splendida facta linunt. idem rex ille, poema
" Lana Tarentino violas imitata veneno.

Qui tam ridiculum tam care proligus emit, Ac ne forte putes me, quæ facere ipse recusem,

Edicto vetuit, ne quis se præter Apellem Cum recte tractent alii, laudare maligne :

Pingeret, aut alius Lysippo duceret vera Ille per extentum funem mihi posse videtur Fortis.!? Alexandri vultun simulantia. quod si

meum qui pectus inaniter angit, Judicium subtile videndis artibus illud

Ire poeta ;

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The hero William, and the martyr Charles,

BOOK 11. EPISTLE 11.
One knighted Blackmore, andone pension dQuarles;
Which made old Ben and surly Dennis swear,

Ludentis speciem dabit, et torquebitur. Hor. No lord's anointed, but a Russian bear."

Dear col'nel, Cobham's and your country's friend! Not with such ? majesty, such bold relief,

You love a verse, take such as I can send. The forms august, of king, or conquering chief,

A Frenchman comes, presents you with his boy, E'er swell’d on marble; as in verse have shin'd

Bows, and begins-" This lad, sir, is of Blois : (In polish'd verse) the manners and the mind.

Observe his shape how clean! his locks how curl'd! Oh! could I mount on the Mironian wing,

My only son ; I'd have him see the world : Your 3 arms, your actions, your repose to sing;

His French is pure; his voice too-you shall What" seas you travers'd, and what fields you

hear, fought! Your country's peace, how oft, how dearly bought! Mere wax as yet, you fashion him with ease,

Sir, he's your slave, for twenty pound a year. How barbarous rage subsided at your word,

Your barber, cook, upholsterer, what you please : And nations wonder'd while they dropp'd the

A perfect genius at an opera songsword!

To say too much might do my honour wrong. How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep,

Take him with all his virtues, on my word; • Peace stole her wing, and wrapp'd the world in His whole ambition was to serve a lord : sleep;

But, sir, to you, with what would I not part? Till Earth's extremes your mediation own,

Though faith, I fear, 'twill break his mother's heart And’ Asia's tyrants treinble at your throne

Once (and but once) I caught him in a lie, But verse, alas! your majesty disdains;

And then, unwhipp'd, he had the grace to cry: And I'm not as'd to panegyric strains :

The fault he has I fairly shall reveal, The zeal of' fools offends at any time,

(Could you o’erlook but that) it is, to steal." But most of all, the zeal of fools in rhyme.

* If, after this, you took the graceful lad, Besides a fate attends on all I write,

Could you complain, my friend, he prov'd so bad ! That when I aim at praise, they say '' I bite.

Faith, in such case, if you should prosecute, A vile" encomium doubly ridicules:

I think sir Godfrey should decide the suit; There's nothing blarkens like the ink of fools.

Who sent the thief that stole the cash away, If true, a "? woful likeness; and if lies,

And punish'd him that put it in his way. “ Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise:”

'Consider then, and judge me in this light; Well may he is blush, who gives it, or receives;

I told you when I went, I could not write; And when I fiatter, let my dirty leaves

You said the same; and are you discontent (Like journals, odes, and such forgotten things

With laws to which you gave your own assent) As Eusden, Philips, Settle, writ of kings)

Nay worse, to ask for verse at such a time! 1* Clothe spice, line trunks, or, fluttering in a row, D'ye think ine good for nothing but to rhyme 9 * Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho.

* In Anna's wars, a soldier poor and old

Had dearly earn'd a little purse of gold : ad libros et ad hæc Musarum dona vocares;

EPISTOLA II. Baotum in crasso jurares aëre natum.

(At neque dedecorant tua de se judicia, atque Flore, bono claroque fidelis amice Neroni, Brunera quæ multa dantis cum laude tulerunt, * Si quis forte velit puerum tibi vendere natum. Dilecti tibi Virgilius Variusque poetæ ; ]

Tibure vel Gabiis, et tecum sic agat: “ Hic et Nec magis expressi 2 vultus per ahenra signa, Candidus, et talos a vertice pulcher ad imos, Quam per vatis opus mores animnique virorum Fiet eritque tuus nummorum millibus octo; Clarorum apparent. nec sermones ego mallem Verna ministeriis ad nutus aptus heriles; Repentes per humum, ' quain res componere Litterulis Græcis imbutus, idoneus arti gestas,

Cuilibet : argilla quidvis imitaberis uda: Terrarumque situs et Alumina dicere, et arces Quin etiam canet indoctum, sed dulce bibenti. Montibus impositas, et barbara regna, tuisque Multa fidem promissa levant, ubi plenius æquo Auspiciis totum confecta duella per orbem, Laudat venales, qui vult extrudere, merces. Claustraque 'custodem pacis cohibentia Janum, Res urget me nulla : meo sum pauper in ære. Et ' formidatum Parthis, te principe, Romam: Nemo hoc mangonum faceret tibi : non temere a Si quantum cuperem, possem quoque. sed neque parvum

Quivis ferret idem : semel hic cessavit, et (ut fit) • Carmen majestas recipit tua; nec meus audet In scalis latuit metuens pendentis habenæ: Rem tentare pudor, quam vires ferre recusent. Des nummos, cxcepta nihil te si fuga lædit." Sedulitas autem 'ostulte, quem diligit, urget; ? Ile ferat pretium, pæne securus, opinor. Præcipue cum se numeris commendat et arte. Prudens einisti vitiosum: dicta tibi est lex. Discit eniin citius, meminitque libentius illud Inseqneris tamen hune, et lite moraris iniqua. Quod quis deridet, quam quod probat et vene- Dixi me pigrum proficiscenti tibi, dixi ratur.

Talibus officiis prope mancum; ne mea sævus Nil moror officium, "quod me gravat: ac neque Jurga res ad te quoil cpistola nulla veniret. Ju 'a pejus vultu proponi cercus usquarn, (ficto Qnid tum profeci, mecum fæcientia jura Nec prave factis decorari versibus opto:

Si tamen attentas? qucreris super hoc etiam, quod ?? Ne rubeain pingui donatus munere, et una Expectata titi non mittam carmina mendax. Cum scriptore meo capsa porrectus aperta,

Luculli miles collecta viatica multis " Deferar in vicum rendentem thus et odores, Frumnis, lassus dum noctu stertit, ad assem Et piper, et quicquid chartis amicitur ineptis. Perdidcrat : post hoc vehemens lupus, et sibi et hosti

me

Tird with a tedious march, one luckless night,

This subtle thief of life, this paltry Time, He slept, poor dog! and lost it to a doit.

What will it leave me, if it snatch my rhyme ? This put the man in such a desperate mind, If every wheel of that unweary'd mill, Between revenge and grief, and hunger join'd, That turn'd ten thousand ve rses, now stands still? Against the foe, himself, and all mankind,

? But after all, what would you have ine do? He leap'd the trenches, scald a castle-wall,

When out of twenty I can please not two; Tore down a standard, took the fort and all.

When this heroics only deigns to praise, “ Prodigicus well !” his great commander cry'd, Sharp satire that, and that Pindaric lays ? Gave him much praise, and some reward beside. One likes the pheasant's wing, and one the leg; Next, pleas'd his excellence a town to batter,

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg. (Its name I know not, and 'tis no great matter);

Hard task! to hit the palate of such guests, “Go on my friend,” (he cry'd) "see yonder walls ! When Oldfield loves what Dartineuf detests. Advance and conquer ! go where Glory calls ! * But grant I may relapse, for want of

grace, More honours, more rewards, attend the brave.” Again to rhyme: can London be the pla e ? Don't you remember what reply he gave?

Who there his Muse, or self, or soul attends, D'ye think me, noble general, such a sot? In crouds, and courts, law, business, feasts, and Let him take castles who has ne'er a groat.” My counsel sends to execute a deed : (friends? Bred up at home, full early I begun

A poet begs me I will hear him read: To read in Greek the wrath of Peleus' son.

In Palace-yard at nine you'll find me there Besides, my father taught me from a lad,

At ten, for certain, sir, in Bloomsbury-squareThe better art, to know the good from bad:

Before the lords at twelve my cause comes on (And little sure imported to remove,

There's a rehearsal, sir, exact at one To hunt for truth in Maudlin's learned grove.)

“ Ob but a wit can study in the streets, But knottier points, we knew not half so well,

And raise his mind above the mob he meets." Depriv'd us soon of our paternal cell;

Not quite so well however as one ought; And certain laws, by sufferers thought unjust,

A hackney coach may chance to spoil a thought; Deny'd all posts of profit or of trust :

And then a nodding beam, or pig of lead, Hopes after hopes of pious papists faild,

God knows, may hurt the very ablest head. While mighty William's thundering arm prevail'd. Have you not seen, at Guildhall's narrow pass, For right hereditary tax'd and fiu'd,

Two aldermen dispute it with an ass ? He stuck to poverty with peace of mind;

And peers give way, exalted as they are, And me, the Muses help'd to undergo it;

Ev'n to their own s-r-v-nce in a car? Convict a papist be, and I a poet.

Go, lofty poet! and in such a croud, But (thanks to Homer) since I live and thrive, Sing thy sonorous verse-but not aloud. Indebted to no prince or peer alive,

Alas! to grottoes and to groves we run, Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,

To ease and silence, every Muse's son: If I would scribble, rather than repose.

Blackmore himself, for any grand effort, * Years following years steal something every day, Would drink and doze at Tooting or Earl's-Court. At last they steal us from ourselves away;

How shall I rhyme in this eternal roar? (fore? In one our frolics, one amusements end,

How match the bards whom none e'er match'd beIn one a inistress drops, in one a friend :

• The man, who, stretch'd in Isis' calm retreat,

To books and study gives seven years complete, Iratus pariter, jejunis dentibus acer, Præsidium regale loco dejecit, ut aiunt,

Tendunt extorquere poemata. quid faciam vis? Summe munito, et multarum divite rerum.

3 Denique non omnes eadem mirantur amantque Clarus ob id factum, donis ornatur honestis, Carmine tn gaudes: hic delectatur iambis; Accipit et bis dena super sestertia numınúm. Ile Bioneis sermonibus, et sale nigro. Forte sub hoc tempus castellum evertere prætor Tres mihi convivæ prope dissentire videntur, Nescio quod cupiens, hortari cæpit eundein Poscentes vario multum diversa palato. [alter: Verbis, quæ timido quoque possent addere mentem: Quid dem? quid non dem ? renuis quod tu, jubet I, bone, quo virtus tua te vocat: i pede fausto, Quod petis, id sane est invisum acidumque duobus. Grandia laturus meritorum præmia : quid stas? 4 Præter cætera me Romæ ne poemata censes Post hæc ille catus, quantumvis rusticus, “ Ibit, Scribere posse, inter tot curas totque labores? Ibit eo, quo vis, qui zonam perdidit,” inquit. Hic sponsum vocat, hic auditum scripta, relictis

? Romæ nutriri mihi contigit, atque doceri, Omnibus officiis : cubat hic in colle Quirini, Iratus Graiis quantum nocuisset Achilles.

Hic extremo in Aventino; visendus uterque. Adjecere bonæ paulo plus artis Athene :

Intervalla vides humane commoda. Scilicet ut possem curvo dignoscere rectum, Puræ sunt plateæ, nihil ut meditantibus obstet.” Atque inter sylvas Academi quærere verum.

Festinat calidus mulis gerulisque redemtor: (num: Dura sed emorere loco me tempora grato;

Torquet nunc lapidem, nunc ingens machina tigCivilisque rudem belli tulit æstus in arma,

Tristja robustis luctantur funera plaustris: Cæsaris Augusti non responsura lacertis.

Hac rabiosa fugit canis, hac lutulenta rujt sus. Unde simul primum me demisere Philippi, "I nunc, et versus tecum meditare canoros. (urbes, Decisis huinilem pennis, inopemque paterni

Scriptorum chorus omnis amat nemis, et fugit Et laris, et fundi, paupertas impulit audax Rite cliens Bacchi, somno gaudentis et umbra. Ut versus facerem: sed, quod non desit habentem, Tu me inter strepitus nocturnos atque diurnos Quæ poterunt unquam satis expurgare cientæ, Vis canere, et contracta sequi vestigia vatum ? Ni melius dormire putem, quam scribere versus ? Ingenium, sibi quod vacuas desumsit Athenas,

2 Sigula de nobis anni prædantur euntes; Et studiis annos septem dedit, insenuitque Eripuere jocos, venerem, convivia, ludum; Libris et curis, statua taciturnius exit

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See! strow'd with learned dust, his nightcap on, "Tis to small purpose that you hold your tongue, He walks, an object new beneath the Sun!

Each praia’d within, is happy all day long : The boys flock round hiin, and the people stare: But how severely with themselves proceed So stiff, so mute! some statue you would swear, The men, who write such verse as we can read ? Stepp'd from its pedestal to take the air!

Their own strict judges, not a word they spare, And here, while town, and court, and city roars, That wants or force, or light, or weight, or care, With mobs, and duns, and soldiers, at their doors; Howe'er unwillingly it quits its place, Shall I, in London, act this idle part?

Nay though at court (perhaps) it may find grace; Composing songs, for fools to get by heart ? Such they'll degrade; and sometines, in its stead,

· The Temple late two brother sergeants saw, * In downright charity revive the dead; Who deem'd each other oracles of law;

Mark where a bold, expressive phrase appears, With equal talents, these congenial souls,

Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years; One lull'd th’Exchequer, and one stunn'd the Rolls; Command old words that long have slept to wake, Each had a gravity would make you split,

Words, that wise Bacon, or brave Rawleigh spake; And shook his head at Murray, as a wit.

Or bid the new be English, ages hence, 'Twas, “Sir, your law-and “ Sir, your eloquence," (For Use will father what's begot by Sense) “ Yours, Cowper's manner"_" and yours, Talbot's | Pour the full tide of cloquence along,

2 Thus we dispose of all poetic merit, (sense." Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Yours Milton's genius, and mine Homer's spirit. Rich with the treasures of each foreigu tongue; Call Tibbald Shakespeare, and he'll swear the Nine, Prune the luxuriant, the uncouth refine, Dear Cibber! never match'd one ode of thine. But show no mercy to an empty line: Lord! how we strut through Merlin's Cave, to see Then polish all, with so much life and ease, No poets there, but Stephen, you, and me. You think 'tis Nature, and a knack to please : Walk with respect behind, while we at ease “ But ease in writing flows from art, not chance; Weave laurel crowns, and take what names we As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance." My dear Tibullus !" }f that will not do, (please. “If such the plague and pains to write by rule, Let me be llorace, and be Ovid you ;

Better (say I) be pleas'd, and play the fool;
Or, I'm content, allow me Dryden's strains, Call, if you will, bad rhyming a disease,
And you shall rise up Otway for your pains." It gives men happiness, or leaves them case.
Much do I sufler, much, to keep in peace

There liv'd in priino Georgii (they record)
This jealous, waspish, wrong head, rhyming race; A worthy member, no small fool, a lord;
And much must Hatter, if the whim should bite Who, though the house was up, delighted sate;
To court applause by printing what I write: Heard, noted, answer'd, as in full debate :
But let the fit pass o'er, I'm wise enough

In all but this, & man of sober life, To stop my ears to their confounded stutt.

Fond of his friend, and civil to his wife; * In vain, bad rhymers all mankind reject, Vot quite a madman, though a pasty fell; They treat themselves with most profound respect; And much too wise to walk into a well.

Him, the damn'd doctors and his friends immur'd, Plerumque, et risu populum quatit; hic ego rerum

They bled, they cupp'd, they purg'd; in short,

they curd : Fluctibus in indiis, et teinpestatibus arbis,

Whereat the gentleman began to stare- (care! Verba lyræ motura sonum connectere digner?

My friends!” he cry'd, p-x take you for your Frater erat Romæ consulti rhetor; ut alter Alterius sermone meros audiret honores: Gracchus ut hic illi foret, huic ut Mucius ille. 4 Obscurata diu populo bonus eruet, atque Qui minus argutos vexat furor iste poetas? Proferet in lucem speciosa vocabula rerum, 2

Carmina compono, hic elegos; mirabile visu, Quæ priscis menorata Catonibus atque Cethegis, Cælaturnque novem Musis opus. aspice primum, Nunc situs informis premit et deserta vetustas; Quanto cum fastu, qnanto molimine circun- Adsciscet nova, quæ genitor produxerit usus: spectemus vacuam Roinanis vatibus ædem.

Vehemens et liquidus, puroque simillimus amni, Mox etiam (si forte vacas) sequere, et procul audi, Fundet opes, Latiumque beabit divite lingua : Quid ferat, et quare sibi nectat uterque coronam. Luxuriantia compescet: nimis aspera sano Cadimur, et totidem plagis consumirmus hostel, Levabit cultu, virtute carentia tollet: Lento Samnites ad lumina prima duello.

Laudentis speciem dabit, torquebitur, ut qui Discedo Alcæus puncto illius; ille meo quis ? Nunc Satyrum, nunc agrestem Cyclopa movetur. Quis, nisi Callimachus? si plus ad ioscere visus : 5 Prætulerim scriptor delirus incrsque videri, Fit Mimnermus, et optivo cognomine crescit. Dum mea delectent mala me, vel denique fallant, Multa fero, ut placem genus irritabile vatum, Quam sapere, et ringi. Fuit haud ignobilis Argis Cum scribo, et supplex populi suffragia capto : Qui se credebat miros audire tragados, Idem, finitis studiis, et mente recepta,

In vacuo lætus sessor plausorque theatro : Obturem patulas impune legentibus aures,

Cætera qui vitic servaret munia recta 3 Ridentur mala quicomponunt carmina: verum More; bonus sane vicinus, amabilis hospes, Gaudet scribentes, et se venerantur, et ultro, Comis in uxorem? posset qui ignoscere servis, Si taceas, laudant; quidquid scripsere, beati. Et signo læso non insanire lagenæ : At qui legitimum cupiet fecisse poema,

Posset qui rupem, et puteum vitare patentem, Cum tabulis animum censoris sumet honesti : Hic ubi cognatorum opibus curisque refectus, Audebit quacunque parum splendoris habebunt, Expulit elleboro morbum bilemque meraco, Et sine pondere erunt, et honore indigna ferentur, Et redit ad sese : Pol me occidistis, amici, Verba movere loco; quamvis invita recedant, Non servastis, ait; cui sic extorta voluptas, Et versențur adhuc intra penetralia Vestæ: Et demptus per viun mentis gratissimus error.

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