Thefe Monsters, Critics! with your darts engage, Here point your thunder, and exhaust your rage! 555 Will needs mistake an author into vice; As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye. LEARN then what MORALS Critics ought to fhow; For 'tis but half a judge's task, to know. 'Tis not enough, taste, judgment, learning, join; In all you speak, let truth and candour shine: That not alone what to your sense is due All may allow; but feek your friendship too, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always fo; 'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; VARIATIONS. 565 570 575 Be Ver. 562. 'Tis not enough, wit, art, and learning join. Ver. 564. That not alone what to your judgment's due. Ver. 569. That if once wrong, &c. Ver. 575. And things ne'er known, &c. Ver. 576. Without good-breeding truth is not approv'd.. Be niggards of advice on no pretence ; For the worst avarice is that of fenfe. With mean complacence, ne'er betray your truft, 580 Nor be fo civil as to prove unjust. Fear not the anger of the wife to raise; Those best can bear reproof, who merit praise. 585 590 Whom, when they praise, the world believes no more Than when they promife to give fcribbling o'er. 'Tis beft fometimes your cenfure to restrain, And charitably let the dull be vain : NOTE. 595 Your Ver. 586. And ftares, tremendous, &c.] This picture was taken to himself by John Dennis, a furious old critic by profeffion, who, upon no other provoca tion, wrote against this Effay, and its author, in a manner perfectly lunatic: For, as to the mention made of him in ver. 270. he took it as a compliment, and faid it was treacherously meant to cause him to overlook this Abuse of his Perfon. VARIATION. Ver. 597. And charitably let dull fools be vain, Your filence there is better than your spite, For who can rail so long as they can write? Still humming on, their drowzy course they keep, 600 Ev'n to the dregs and fqueezings of the brain, 605 Such fhameless Bards we have: and yet 'tis true, 610 There are as mad, abandon'd Critics too. The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue ftill edifies his ears, 615 Name Ver. 600. VARIATION. Still humming on, their old dull course they keep. NOTE. Ver. 619. Garth did not write, &c.] A common flander at that time in prejudice of that deferving author. Our Poet did him this juftice, when that flander moft prevailed; and it is now (perhaps the fooner for this very verfe) dead and forgotten. 620 Name a new Play, and he's the Poet's friend, 625 Nor is Paul's church more fafe than Paul's church-yard: But where's the man, who counsel can bestow, Not dully prepoffefs'd, nor blindly right; } 630 Though learn'd, well-bred; and though well-bred, fincere ; Modeftly bold, and humanly fevere: Who to a friend his faults can freely show, And gladly praise the merit of a foe? Bleft with a taste exact, yet unconfin'd; A knowledge both of books and human kind; 635 640 Generous VARIATIONS. Ver. 623. Between this and ver. 624. In vain you fhrug and fweat, and strive to fly: Ver. 624. Nay run to Altars, &c. Ver. 634. Not dully prepoffefs'd, or blindly right. Generous converfe; a foul exempt from pride; Such once were Critics; fuch the happy few, The mighty Stagyrite first left the shore, Spread all his fails, and durft the deeps explore; Led by the Light of the Mæonian Star. Receiv'd his laws; and stood convinc'd 'twas fit, The trueft notions in the easiest way. VARIATIONS. 645 650 655 He, Between ver, 646 and 649, I found the following lines, fince fuppreffed by the Author : That bold Columbus of the realms of wit, A boundless empire, and that own'd no fway. After ver. 648. the first edition reads, Not only Nature did his laws obey, But Fancy's boundless empire own'd his fway, Ver. 655. Does, like a friend, &c. Ver. 655, 656. These lines are not in ed. 1. |