SATIRES AND EPISTLES. To Augustus. (HORACE, 2 Epist. I.) ADVERTISEMENT. THE reflections of Horace, and the judgments past in his Epistle to Augustus, seem'd so seasonable to the present times, that I could not help applying them to the use of my own country. The author thought them considerable enough to address them to his prince; whom he paints with the great and good qualities of a monarch, upon whom the Romans depended for the encrease of an absolute empire. But to make the poem entirely English, I was willing to add one or two of those which contribute to the happiness of a free people, and are more consistent with the welfare of our neighbours. This Epistle will shew the learned world to have fallen into two mistakes: one, that Augustus was a patron of poets in general; whereas he not only prohibited all but the best writers to name him, but recommended that care even to the civil magistrate: Admonebat praetores, ne paterentur nomen suum obsolefieri, &c. The other, that this piece was only a general discourse of poetry; whereas it was an apology for the poets, in order to render Augustus more their patron. Horace here pleads the cause of his cotemporaries, first against the taste of the town, whose humour it was to magnify the authors of the preceding age; secondly against the court and nobility, who encouraged only the writers for the theatre; and lastly against the Emperor himself, who had conceived them of little use to the Government. He shews (by a view of the progress of learning, and the change of taste among the Romans) that the introduction of the polite arts of Greece had given the writers of his time great advantages over their predecessors; that their morals were much improved, and the licence of those ancient poets restrained: that satire and comedy were become more just and useful; that whatever extravagances were left on the stage, were owing to the ill taste of the nobility; that poets, under due regulations, were in many respects useful to the State, and concludes, that it was upon them the Emperor himelf must depend, for his fame with posterity. We may farther learn from this Epistle, that Horace made his court to this great prince by writing with a decent freedom toward him, with a just contempt of his low flatterers, and with a manly regard to his own character. HILE you, great patron of mankind! sustain Edward and Henry, now the boast of fame, ΙΟ 20 Great friend of liberty! in kings a name 30. A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk o' the Green; 40 Tho' justly Greece her eldest sons admires, We build, we paint, we sing, we dance as well, If time improve our wit as well as wine, 50 Suppose he wants a year, will you compound? And shall we deem him ancient, right and sound, Or damn to all eternity at once, At ninety-nine, a modern and a dunce? 'We shall not quarrel for a year or two; By courtesy of England, he may do.' Then, by the rule that made the horse-tail bare, I pluck out year by year, as hair by hair, Shakespear, whom you and ev'ry play-house bill 'Yet surely, surely, these were famous men! What boy but hears the sayings of old Ben? In all debates where critics bear a part, Not one but nods, and talks of Johnson's art, 60 70 80 How Beaumont's judgment check'd what Fletcher writ; But, for the passions, Southern sure and Rowe. From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age.' All this may be; the people's voice is odd, And Sydney's verse halts ill on Roman feet: And God the Father turns a school-divine. In the dry desert of a thousand lines, Or lengthen'd thought that gleams through many a page, Has sanctify'd whole poems for an age. I lose my patience, and I own it too, When works are censur'd, not as bad but new; • While if our elders break all reason's laws, These fools demand not pardon, but applause. On Avon's bank, where flow'rs eternal blow, If I but ask, if any weed can grow; F 120 |