Or when from Court a birth-day fuit bestow'd, What shook the stage, and made the people ftare? 335 n Cato's long wig, flower'd gown, and lacquer'd chair. Yet, left you think I railly more than teach, Or praise malignly Arts I cannot reach, 340 Let me for once presume t' instruct the times, And fnatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, 345 Think Cum ftetit in fcena, concurrit dextera laevae. Ac ne forte putes me, quae facere ipfe recufem, Ille per extentum funem mihi poffe videtur Ire poeta; • meum qui pectus inaniter angit, Irritat, mulcet, falfis terroribus implet, Ut magus; et modo me Thebis, modo ponit Athenis. * Verum age, et his, qui fe lectori credere malunt, Quam fpectatoris faftidia ferre fuperbi, Think of thofe Authors, Sir, who would rely 350 More on a Reader's fenfe, than Gazer's eye. Or who fhall wander where the Mufes fing? Who climb their mountain, or who taste their spring? How fhall we fill a Library with Wit, When Merlin's Cave is half unfurnish'd yet? 355 My Liege! why Writers little claim your thought, I guess; and, with their leave, will tell the fault: Of all mankind, the creatures most abfurd: The feafon, when to come, and when to go, 360 365 And Curam impende brevem: fi 9 munus Apolline dignum t Multa quidem nobis facimus mala faepe poetae, And from the moment we oblige the town, Yet think, great Sir! (fo many Virtues fhown) 370 375 * Charles, to late times to be tranfmitted fair, 380 Affign'd his figure to Bernini's care; And Noftros, et tenui deducta poemata filo: X Cum * fperamus eo rem venturam, ut, fimul atque Virtus, indigno non committenda poetae. a Gratus Alexandro regi Magno fuit ille Choerilus, incultis qui verfibus et male natis Rettulit acceptos, regale numifma, Philippos. Sed veluti tractata notam labemque remittunt Atramenta, fere fcriptores carmine foedo Splendida fafta linunt. idem rex ille, poema Qui tam ridiculum tam care prodigus emit, Edicto vetuit, ne quis fe praeter Apellem Pingeret, aut alius Lyfippo duceret aera b 385 And great Naffau to Kneller's hand decreed e d 390 Your Arms, your Actions, your Repose to fing; 395 What f feas you travers'd, and what fields you fought! Your Country's Peace, how oft, how dearly bought! How Fortis Alexandri vultum fimulantia. quod fi [At neque dedecorant tua de fe judicia, atque Munera quae multa dantis cum laude tulerunt, Dilecti tibi Virgilius Variufque poetae ;] Nec magis expreffi vultus per ahenea figna, Quam per vatis opus mores animique virorum Clarorum apparent. nec fermones ego mallem Repentes per humum, quam res componere geftas, Terrarumque f fitus et flumina dicere, et arces How 3 barbarous rage fubfided at your word, And Nations wonder'd while they dropp'd the fword! How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep, 400 h Peace ftole her wing, and wrapp'd the world in fleep; Till earth's extremes your mediation own, Andi Afia's Tyrants tremble at your Throne k But Verfe, alas! your Majefty difdains; And I 'm not us'd to Panegyric strains: 405 That when I aim at praife, they fay m I bite. 410 Well Montibus impofitas, et barbara regna, tuifque h h Clauftraque cuftodem pacis cohibentia Janum, Eti formidatam Parthis, te principe, Romam: Rem tentare pudor, quam vires ferre recufent. m ficto Quod quis deridet, quam quod probat et veneratur. |