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And much muft flatter, if the whim fhould bite
To court applaufe by printing what I write:
But let the fit pafs o'er, I'm wife enough
To ftop my ears to their confounded stuff.
In vain, bad Rhymers all mankind reject, They treat themselves with most profound respect; 'Tis to fmall purpose that you hold your tongue, 155 Each prais'd within, is happy all day long:
But how feverely with themfelves proceed
The Men, who write fuch Verfe as we can read?
Their own ftrict Judges, not a word they spare,
That wants or force, or light, or weight, or care, I
Howe'er unwillingly it quits its place,
Nay though at Court (perhaps) it may find grace:
Such they'll degrade; and fometimes, in its ftead,
P In downright charity revive the dead;
Idem, finitis ftudiis, et mente recepta,
Obturem patulas impune legentibus aures.
• Ridentur mala qui componunt carmina: verum
Gaudet fcribentes, et fe venerantur, et ultro,
Si taceas, laudant; quidquid fcripfere, beati.
At qui legitimum cupiet feciffe poema,
Cum tabulis animum cenforis fumet honefti:
Audebit quaecunque parum fplendoris habebunt,
Et fine pondere erunt, et honore indigna ferentur,
Verba movere loco; quamvis invita recedant,
Et verlentur adhuc intra penetralia Veftae:
P Obscurata diu populo bonus eruet, atque
Proferet in lucem fpeciofa vocabula rerum,
Mark where a bold, expreffive phrase appears,
Bright through the rubbish of fome hundred years;
Command old words that long have flept, to wake,
Words, that wife Bacon, or brave Rawleigh fpake;
Or bid the new be English, ages hence,
(For Ufe will father what 's begot by Senfe)
Pour the full tide of eloquence along,
Serenely pure, and yet divinely ftrong,
Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue;
Prune the luxuriant, the uncouth refine,
But fhow no mercy to an empty line:
Then polish all, with fo much life and ease, You think 'tis Nature, and a knack to please: "But eafe in writing flows from Art, not chance; "As thofe move eafieft who have learn'd to dance."
9 If fuch the plague and pains to write by rule, 180 Better (fay I) be pleas'd, and play the fool;
Quae prifcis memorata Catonibus atque Cethegis,
Nunc fitus informis prèmit et deferta vetuftas;
Adfcifcet nova, quae genitor produxerit ufus:
Vehemens et liquidus, puroque fimillimus amni,
Fundet opes, Latiumque beabit divite lingua:
Luxuriantia compefcet: nimis afpera fano
Levabit cultu, virtute carentia tollet:
Laudentis fpeciem dabit, torquebitur, ut qui
Nunc Satyrum, nunc agreftem Cyclopa movetur.
9 Praetulerim fcriptor delirus inerfque videri,
Dum mea delectent mala me, vel denique fallant,
Quam fapere, et ringi. Fuit haud ignobilis Argis,
Call, if you will, bad rhyming a disease,
It gives men happiness, or leaves them eafe.
There liv'd in primo Georgii (they record)
A worthy member, no small fool, a Lord;
Who, though the Houfe was up, delighted fate,
Heard, noted, answer'd, as in full debate:
In all but this, a man of sober life,
Fond of his Friend, and civil to his Wife;
Not quite a madman, though a pafty fell;
And much too wife to walk into a well.
Him, the damn'd Doctors and his Friends immur'd, They bled, they cupp'd, they purg'd; in fhort, they cur'd:
Whereat the gentleman began to ftare
My Friends! he cry'd, p-x take you for your care! 195
That from a Patriot of diftinguish'd note,
Have bled and purg'd me to a fimple Vote.
Qui fe credebat miros audire tragoedos,
In vacuo laetus feffor plauforque theatro:
Caetera qui vitae fervaret munia recto
More; bonus fane vicinus, amabilis hofpes,
Comis in uxorem? poffet qui ignofcere fervis,
Et figno laefo non infanire lagenae:
Poffet qui rupem, et puteum vitare patentem.
Hic ubi cognatorum opibus curifque refectus,
Expulit elleboro morbum bilemque meraco,
Et redit ad fefe: Pol me occidiftis, amici,
Non fervaftis, ait; cui fic extorta voluptas,
Et demptus per vim mentis gratiffimus error.
• Well, on the whole, plain profe must be
Wisdom (curfe on it) will come foon or late.
There is a time when Poets will grow dull:
I'll e'en leave verfes to the boys at school:
To rules of Poetry no more confin'd,
I'll learn to smooth and harmonize my Mind,
Teach every thought within its bounds to roll,
And keep the equal measure of the Soul.
• Soon as I enter at my country door,
My mind resumes the thread it dropp'd before';
Thoughts which at Hyde-park corner I forgot,
Meet and rejoin me, in the Penfive Grot.
There all alone, and compliments apart,
I ask these fober queftions of my heart.
t If, when the more you drink, the more you crave; You tell the Doctor; when the more you have, The more you want, why not with equal ease Confefs as well your Folly, as disease ? The heart refolves this matter in a trice, "Men only feel the Smart, but not the Vice."
Nimirum fapere eft abjectis utile nugis,
Et tempeftivum pueris concedere ludum;
Ac non verba fequi fidibus modulanda Latinis,
Sed verae numerofque modofque edifcere vitae.
Quocirca mecum loquor haec, tacitufque recordor:
Si tibi nulla fitim finiret copia lymphae,
Narrares medicis: quod quanto plura parafti,
Tanto plura cupis, nulline faterier audes?
" When golden Angels cease to cure the Evil, You give all royal Witchcraft to the Devil:
When fervile Chaplains cry, that birth and place 220
Indue a Peer with honour, truth, and grace;
Look in that breast, most dirty Dean! be fair,
Say, can you find out one fuch lodger there?
Yet ftill, not heeding what your heart can teach,
You go to church to hear these Flatterers preach. 225-
Indeed, could wealth beftow or wit or merit,
A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit,
The wifeft man might blush, I must agree,
If D*** lov'd fixpence, more than he.
w If there be truth in Law, and Ufe can give 230 ̈· A Property, that's yours on which you live.
Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford
"Si vulnus tibi monftrata radice vel herba
Non fieret levius, fugeres radice vel herba
Proficiente nihil curarier: audieras, cui
Rem Dî donarint, ille decedere pravam
Stultitiam; et, cum fis nihilo fapientior, ex quo
Plenior es, tamen uteris monitoribus îfdem?
At fi divitiae prudentem reddere poffent,
Si cupidum timidumque minus te: nempe ruberes,
Viveret in terris, te fi quis avarior uno.
Si proprium eft, quod quis libra mercatus et aere est, Quaedam (fi credis confultis) mancipat ufus:
Qui te pafcit ager, tuus eft; et villicus Orbî,
Cum fegetes occat tibi mox frumenta daturus,