Foes to all living worth except your own, Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old; A Scot will fight for Christ's kirk o' the Green :2 Though justly Greece her eldest sons admires, We build, we paint, we sing, we dance as well If time improve our wits as well as wine, "Who lasts a century can have no flaw, I hold that wit a classic, good in law." 35 40 45 ; Suppose he wants a year, will you compound? 50 55 And shall we deem him ancient, right and sound, Or damn to all eternity at once, At ninety-nine, a modern and a dunce? 60 "We shall not quarrel for a year or two; By courtesy of England, he may do." 1 Skelton, Poet Laureate to Henry VIII., a volume of whose verses has been lately reprinted, consisting almost wholly of ribaldry, obscenity, and scurrilous language. [This censure of the old poets is exaggerated. Chaucer is a study; no one learns him by rote. Skelton is, indeed, often coarse, but not so much so as Rabelais, and his object was the same-to decry, under this garb of coarse licentiousness, (which he dared not do openly,) the vices of the clergy and the court. He often attacked Cardinal Wolsey, and that powerful prelate threatened him with vengeance, to escape which Skelton took refuge in the sanctuary at Westminster, where he died 21st June, 1529.] 2 A ballad made by a king of Scotland. 8 The Devil Tavern, where Ben Jonson held his poetical club. Then, by the rule that made the horse-tail bare, I pluck out year by year, as hair by hair, And melt down ancients like a heap of snow: While you, to measure merits, look in Stowe, 65 Shakespear (whom you and every play-house bill4 Style the divine, the matchless, what you will), 70 For gain, not glory, wing'd his roving flight, And grew immortal in his own despite. Ben, old and poor, as little seem'd to heed Who now reads Cowley? if he pleases yet, 75 But still I love the language of his heart. "Yet surely, surely, these were famous men! 80 Of Shakespear's nature, and of Cowley's wit; How Beaumont's judgment check'd what Fletcher writ; 85 But, for the passions, Southern sure and Rowe. These, only these, support the crowded stage, From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age." All this may be; the people's voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God. And yet deny the Careless Husband praise, 90 4 Shakespear and Ben Jonson may truly be said not much to have thought of this immortality; the one in many pieces composed in haste for the stage; the other in his latter works in general, which Dryden called his dotages. 5 A piece of very low humour, one of the first printed plays in English, and therefore much valued by some antiquaries. [This comedy was written about the year 1565 by Dr. John Still, Bishop of Bath and Wells. The humour of the piece, it must be admitted, is low enough, for it turns upon the loss and recovery of a needle with which Dame Gurton was mending the breeches of Hodge her husband. The song of "Jolly Good Ale" in this rude drama is the best part of it, and is still de servedly a favourite : "I love no roast but a nut-brown toast, And a crab laid in the fire; Or say our fathers never broke a rule; But let them own, that greater faults than we 95 And Sydney's verse halts ill on Roman feet: Milton's strong pinion now not Heaven can bound, 100 105 110 In the dry desert of a thousand lines, Or lengthen'd thought that gleams through many a page, Has sanctified whole poems for an age. I lose my patience, and I own it too, 115 When works are censured, not as bad but new; On Avon's bank, where flowers eternal blow, 120 While if our elders break all reason's laws, If I but ask, if any weed can grow; One tragic sentence if I dare deride, A little bread shall do me stead, No frost, no snow, no wind, I trow, Can hurt me if it wold, I am so wrapt and thoroughly capt Of jolly good ale and old." The "Careless Husband," noticed in the next line, is Colley Cibber's best play, produced in 1706.] 6 [An indirect satire on Lord Hervey, who in his "Epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton Court," has these lines: "All I learn'd from Dr. Friend at school Has quite deserted this poor John Trot head, Which Betterton's grave action dignified,7 125 And swear, all shame is lost in George's age! 130 135 What then was new, what had been ancient now? Or what remain'd, so worthy to be read In days of ease, when now the weary sword Was sheath'd, and luxury with Charles restored; In every taste of foreign courts improved, 66 All, by the king's example, lived and loved."9 Then peers grew proud in horsemanship to excel,10 Newmarket's glory rose, as Britain's fell; The soldier breathed the gallantries of France, And every flowery courtier writ romance. 140 145 Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm, The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul. 150 7 [Thomas Betterton (born in 1635, died in 1710), was the Roscius of his times; a man of literary taste and excellent character. One of Pope's few existing attempts at the art of painting is a portrait of this actor. Barton Booth was born in 1681 and died in 1733. He was a splendid declaimer, and the original Cato in Addison's tragedy.] 8 An absurd custom of several actors, to pronounce with emphasis the mere proper names of Greeks or Romans, which (as they call it) fills the mouth of the player. 9 A verse of the Lord Lansdown. 10 The Duke of Newcastle's Book of Horsemanship; the Romance of Parthenissa, by the Earl of Orrery; and most of the French romances translated by persons of quality. 11 This was the characteristic of this excellent colourist's expression, who was an excessive mannerist. No wonder then, when all was love and sport, Time was, a sober Englishman would knock And send his wife to church, his son to school. To worship like his fathers was his care; To teach their frugal virtues to his heir: 155 160 165 Now times are changed, and one poetic itch 170 Our wives read Milton, and our daughters plays, I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie, 175 Not's self e'er tells more fibs than I;13 When sick of muse, our follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no more; And call for pen and ink to show our wit. 180 He served a 'prenticeship, who sets up shop; 185 12 The Siege of Rhodes, by Sir William Davenant, the first opera sung in England. 13 [Probably Prior, who had many broken resolutions of this sort.] 14 A famous empiric, whose pill and drop had several surprising effects, and were one of the principal subjects of writing and conversation at this time. |