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Whose wins the Mufe in better ages prun'd, Happiest of mortals he, who, timely wise,
His manners pure, from affectation free,
And prudence Thincs through clear fimplicity. Guilt bluth'dandtrembled when the heard him fing, Though no rich labours of the Persian loon, He Imild reproof, and tickled with his sting. Nor the rice sculptor's art, adorn his room, With fuch a graceful negligence express'd, Sleep unprorok'd will softly seal his eyes, Wit, thus applied, will ever itand the test: And innocence the want of down fupplies; But he who blindly led by whimsy strays, Health tempers all his cups, and at his board And from grofs images would merit praise, Reigns the cheap luxury the fields afford : When Nature lies the noblest stores in view, Like the great Trojan, mantled in a cloud, Affiets to potih copper in Peru:
Himself unseen he fous the labouring crowd, So while the feas on barren fands are caft, Where all industrious to their ruin run, The fältness of their waves ofinds the taste : Swift to pursue what most they ought to fhun. But, when to heaven exhald, in fruitful rain, Some, by the fordid thirst of gain controle, In fragrant deus they fail, to cheer the fwain, Starve in their fores, and cheat themselves for Revive the fainting tow'rs, and fivell the
gold, meager grain.
Preserve the precious bane with anxious care Be this their care, who, studious of renown, In vagrant lufts to feed a lavish heir: Toil up th' Aonian steep to reach the crown; Others devour Ambition's glittering bait, Suffice it me, that (having spent my prime, To tweat in purple, and repine in ftate; In picking epithets, and yoking rhyme) Devote their pow'ss to every wild extreme To steadier rule my thoughts I now coinpose, For the thort pageant of a pompous dream, Ard rrize ideas clad in honest profe.
Nor can the mind to full perfection bring Old Dryden, en ulous of Cæsar's praise, The fruits it early promis'd in the spring; Cover d his baldness with immortal bays; But in a public sphere those virtues fade, And Death perhaps, to spoil pcetic sport, Which open'd fair and Hourish'd in the shade: Unkindly cut an Alexandrini short:
So while the Nighi her ebon sceptre swars, His ear had a more lafting itch than mine, Her fragrant blooms the + Indian plant difplas; - For the finocth cadence of a golden line: But the full day the short-liv'd beauties hun,
Should luft of verse prevail, and urge the man Elude our hopes, and sicken at the fun.
Fantastic jovs in diftant views appear, Mellow'd with fixty winters, you might see And tempt the man to make the raih career. My circle end in fccord infancy.
Fame, Pow'r, and Wealth, which glitter at the goal, I might ere long an aukward humour hare, Allure his eye, and fire his eager foul; To wcar my bells and coral to the grave; For these are case and innocence resign'd, Or round my room alternate take a course, For these he strips; farewel the tranquil mind! Now mount my hobby, then the Mulcs' horse. Headstrong he urges on till vigour fails, Let others wither gay, but I'd appear
And grey experience (but too late !) prevails. With sage decorum in my eafy chair;
But, in his evening, view the hoary fool, Grave as Libanius, llumbering o'er the laws, When the nerves flacken, and the spirits cool; Whilft gold and party zeal decide the caute. When joy and bluthy youth forsake his face, A nobler task our riper age
Sicklied with age, and four with self-disgracz; Than scanning syllables, and weighing words. No favour then the sparkling cups retain, To make his hours in even mcafurus row, Music is harsh, the Syren sings in vain; Nor think some ficet too fast, and fome too Now; To him what healing balm can art apply, Suill equal in himself, and free to taste
Who lives diseas'd with life, and dreads to die? The Now, without repining at the Past; In that last scene, by Fate in tables dretsid, Nor the vain prefcicnce of the fpicen t'employ, Thy power, triumphant Virtue ! is confess'd; To pall the flavour of a promis'd joy;
Thy veftal Hames ditiute celestial light To live tenacious of the golden mean,
Through Death's dark vale, and vanquish total In all events of various fate ferene;
night; With virtue fteel'd, and steady to survey Lenient of anguilh, o'er the breast prevail, Aye, death, disease, or want, without difinay-- When the gay toys of flattering Fortune fail. Thele arts, my Lambard ! ufetul in their end, Such, bappy Twisden! (ever be thy name Make inan to others and himself a friend. Mourn d by the Muse, and fair indcathlets fame') * Epift. 1. Lib. I.
* The pure-tree.
While the bright cflluence of her glory Dione, Each would variety of acts afford,
Most spoil the boon that Nature's pleas’dt’impart, I lovk'd for sparkling lines, and something gay
From her Apollo now the Muse elopes, Like gems new polith'd, and with gold enchas'd. And tiades in fyllogisms more than tropes.
Votes to th’unletter'd 'íquire the laws allow, Faith, Sir, I see you nod, but can't forbear; CT As Rome receiv'd di&tators from the plough: When a friend reads, in honour you must hear:
But arts, address, and force of genius, join For all enthusiasts, when the fit is strong,
Indulge a volubility of tongue :
Their fury triumphs v'er the men of phlegm, Roccives a stronger sanction than the rest; And, council-proof, will never baulk a theme. And they who study and discern it well, So Burgess on his tripod rav'd the more, Act unrestrain'd, without design excel,
When round him half the faints began to snore. But court contempt, and err without redress, To lead us safe through Error's thorny maze, Missing the master-talent they posiels,
Reason exerts her pure eihercal rays; Whifton perhaps in Euclid may succeed, But that bright daughter of eternal day But ihail I trust him to reform my creed? Holds in our mortal framne a dubious fiay. In sweet assemblage every blooming grace Though no lethargic fumes the brain inveit, Fix Love's bright throne in Teraminta's face, And opiate all her active pow'rs to rest ; With which her faultless shape and air agree, Though on that magazine no fevers seize, But, wanting wit, the strives to repartee;
To calcine all her beauteous images : And, ever prone her matchless form to wrong, Yet banith'd from the realms by right her own, Leit Envy Ihould be dumb, shc lends her tongue. Paflion, a blind ufurper, mounts the throne : By long experience D--y may, no doubt, Or, to known good preferring ipecious ill, Ensnare a gudgeon, or sometimes a trout: Reason becomes a cully to the will: Yet Dryden once exclaim'd (in partial fpite !) Thus man, perversely fond to roam afray, He fith --because the man attempts to write. Hoodwinks the guide ailign'd to Thew the
way; O, if the Water-nymphs were kind to none And in life's voyare like the pilot fares But those the Mules bathe in Hulicon,
Who breaks the compass, and contemns the stars, In what far distant age would Belgia raise To ítcer by meteors which at random fly, One happy wit to not the British scas !
Preluding to a temport in the sky. Nature permits her various gifts to fall Vain of his skill, and led by various views, On various climcs, nor smiles alike on all : Each to his end a different path pursues: The Latian vales eternal verdure wear,
And feldom is one wretch fo humble known And Aow'rs spontaneous crown the imiling year; To think his friend's a better than his own : But who manures a wild Norwegian hill, The boldeft they who least partake the light, To raise the jasmine or the coy jonquil ? As game-cocks in the dark are train'd to fight. Who finds the peach among the savage Noes, Nor Thame, nor ruin, can our pride abate, Or in bleak Scythia seeks the blushing role ? But what became our choice we call our fate. Here golden grain waves o'er the teeming fields, Villain, said Zeno to his pilfering slave, And there the vine her racy purple yields. What frugal Nature needs, I freely gave; High on the cliffs the British oak alčends, With thee my treasure I depos'd in trust, Proud to survey the seas her pow'r defends; What could provoke thee now to prove unjust? Her fovereign ritle to the fag the proves,
Sir, blame the stars, felonious culprit cried : Scornful of lofter India's fpicy groves.
We'll by the statute of the stars be tried. These instances, which true in fact we find, If their strong intiuence all our actions urge, Apply we to the culture of the mind.
Some are foredoom d to steal--and some to This foil, in early youth improv'd with care,
scourge: The feeds of gentle Science best will bear; The teadle must obey the Fates' dccrce, That with more particles of Hame inspir'd, As powerful Destiny prevail'd with thee. With glittering arins and thirst of fame is fir'd; This hcathen logic feems to bear too hard Nothing of greatnefs in a third will grow, On me, and many a harmless modern bard: But, barren as it is, 't will bear a beau.
The critics hence may think themselves decreed If there from nature's genial bent depart, To jerk the wits, and rail at all they read! In life's dull farce to play a borrow'd part;
Foes to the tribe from which they trace their clan, Should the fage drets, and Mutter in the Mall, As monkeys draw their pedigree from man; Or leave his problems for a birth-night ball; To which (tho' by the breed our kind's disgrac'd) Should the rough homicide unsheath his pen, We grant superior elegance of talte: And in heroics only murder men;
But in their own defence the wits observe
Their patron-planet, with refifless pow'r, Boileau's a mushroom if compar'd to me,
And, Horace, 1 dispute the palm with thee!
Both ravilh'a fing Te Phæbuin for succel; For which te college has no Ture receipt; Rise swift, ye laurels! boy, bespeak the prels. Else from their garieis trould they foon withdraw, Thus on imaginary praile we feed;
0 And leave the rats to revel in the straw.
Each writes till all refuse to print or read :
Isi As Flattery's imcoth iosmuaing bane :
To + Brisquet's calendar, a rubric ass.
Aro She on th'unguarded ear einpicys ber art, Few, wondrous few ! are eagle-ced to find
Aut While vain self-love unlocks the vielling heart;
A plain disease or blemish in the mind : And Reason oft iubmits wien both invade, Few càn, tho' wisdom should their health D Without afsaulted, and within betray'd.
sure, When Flattery's magic mifts fuffuse the light, Dilpassionate and cool attend a cure. The don is active, and the boor polite;
In youth disus'd t'obey the needful rein, B. Her mirror shews perfection through the whole, Well pleas'd a farage liberty to gain,
To And nc'er reflects a wrinkle or a mole;
We fate the kind desire of every sense,
Ard Each character in gay confusion lies,
And lull cur age in thoughtless indolence :
SH And all alike are virtuous, brave, and wise : Yct all are Solons in their own conceit;
Ye Nor fail her fulloine arts to footh our pride, Though, to lupply the vacancy of wit,
For Though praise to venoin turns, if verong applied. Folly and Pride, impatient of control, Me thus ihc whispers while I write to you: The sister-twins of Sloth, poffers the foul.
W " Draw forth a banner'd hofi in fair revicw! By Kneller were the gay Pumilio drawn, “ Then every Mure invoke thy voice to i aisc, Like
great Alcides, with a back of brawn; “ Arins and the man to sing in lofty lays:
I scarcely think his pičture would have por' “ Whose active blooın heroic deeds employ,
To make him fight the champions of the Tents SA “ Such as the son of Thetis ' sung at Troy;
Though lions there are tole ably tame, " When his high-lounding lyre his valour rais’d and civil as the court from which they came GiN “ To cmulate the demi-gods he prais'd. Biot yet, without experience, sense, or arts, “ Line himn the Briton, warm at honour's call, Pumilio boasts sufficiency of parts; “At famid Blaragaia quell'd the bleeding Gaul; imagines be alone is amply fit “ By France the genius of the fight confefs'd, To guide thc ftare, or give the stamp to wit: “ For which our patron faint adurns his breast.” Pride paints the mind with an heroic air, Is this my friend, who sits in full content, Nor finds he a defect of vigour there
. Jovial, and joking with his men of Kent,
When Philomel of old efsay'd to sing,
P. And never any frenc of slaughter fall,
And in his roly progress hail'd the spring, Like But those who fell by physic or the law? Th'aerial fongsters lift'ning to the lays, To Why is he for exploits in war renown'd, By filent ecftaly confess d her praise.
In Deck'd with a ftar, with bloody laurcis crown'd: At length, to rival her enchanting note, Free O often prov'd, and ever found sincere !
The peacock strains the discord of his throa
La Too honeft is thy leart, thy fenfu too clear,
In hope his hideous fhujeks would grateful prore;
Foi On thete encomiums to vouchfafc a smile,
But the nice audience hoot him througa
THE Which only can belong to great Argyll.
But But most among the brethren of the bays
Conscious of wanted worth, and just disdain
Bt: The degr enchantress all her charp's displays,
Low'ring his crest, he creeps to Juno's fane : In the lly commerce of alternate praise.
To his protectress there reveals the calc,
TH If, for his father's fios condemnd to write, And for a sweeter voice devoutly prays:
T Some young half-feather'd poct takes a flight, Then thus replied the radiant goddels, knon)
I,, And to my touchstone brings a puny ode,
By her fair rolling eyes and rattling tone:
HO Which Swift, and Pope, and Prior would ex
My favourite bird of all the feather'd kind,
Lt plode: Each species has peculiar gists alliga'd:
D Though every stanza glitters thick with stars,
The tow'ring eagles to the realms of light And goddelles descend in ivory cars :
By thrir strong pounces claim a legal right; Is it fir me to prove in every pait
The swan, contented with an humbler fate, The piece irregular by laws of art!
Low cn the fithy river rows in fate : His genius looks but aukward, yet his fate
TI May raise him to be premier bard of state ;
BiI therefore bribe his jutirage to my fame,
But the poor nightingale, in mcan attire,
These various bounties were dispos'd alore, 'Tis well for Pindar Liat he dealt in Greek!
And ratified th'u.changing will of Jove : He, conscious of dele:t, accepts the p aile,
Discern thy talent, and his laws adore ; And, courteous, with increase the debt repays :
Be what thou weit defign'd, nor ai.n at more. * Iliad ix,
+ Priquet, jester to Francis I. of France, kept a calendar of fools.
Gay starry plumes thy length of train bedeck,
Is made chief warbler of the woodland choir.
§ 218. An Ode to the Right Honourable Lord Shall man from Nature's sanction Atray, JOHN Gower. Written in the Spring of 1716. With blind Opinion for his guide ;
FENTOX. And, rebel to her rightful iway, O'ER Winter's long irclement fivay Leave all her bounties unenjoy'd ?
At length the lusty Spring prevails ; lool! Time no change of motion knows; And, swift to meet the finiling Miy,
With equal speed the torrent Hows, Is wafted by the wettern gales.
To liveep Fame, Pow'r, and Wealth away: Around him dance the roly hours,
The patt is all by Death posless'd; And damalking the ground with flow'rs, And frugal Fate that guards the rest, Wien ambient Tiveets perfume the mom: By giving, bids him live to-day. With thadowy verdure flourish'd higli,
O Gower! through all that deftin'd space A sudden youth the groves enjoy ;
What breath the pow'rs allot to mě, Where Philomel laments forlorn.
Shall fing the virtues of thy race By her awak'd, the woodland choir
United and complete in thee. To hail the coming god prepares ;
O flow'r of ancient English faith, And teinpts me to resume the lyre,
Pursue th’unbeaten patriot-path, Soft warbling to the vernal airs.
In which confirm'd thy father ihone: Yet once morc, O) ye Muses ! deign
The light his fair example gives For me, the meanest of your train,
Already from thy dawn receives Unblam'd t'approach your blest retreat :
A luitre equal to its own. Where Horace wantons at your spring,
Honour's bright domc, on lafting columnsrear'], And Pindar fiveeps a bolder string;
Nor envy rusts, nor rolling years consume; Whose notes th’ Aonian hills repeat.
Loud pæans echoing round the roof are hcard, Or if invok'd, where Thames's fruitful tides, | And clouds of incente all the void perfume. Slow through the vale in silver volumes play; There Phocion, Lelius, Capel, Hyde, Now your own Phæbus o'er the month prehdes, With Falkland scated near his side, Gives Love the night, and doubly gilds the day: Fix'd by the Mule, thc temple grace : Thithcr, indulgent to my pray'r,
Prophetic of thy happier fame,
She, to receive thy radiant name,
Selects a wider space.
$ 219. An Ejay upon unnatuial Flights in Poetry. Beneath the Pole, on hills of snow,
LANSDOWNE. Like Thracian Mars, th’undaunted Swede To dint of sword dcfies the foe;
AS when some image of a charming face, In fight unknowing to recede:
In living paint, an artist tries to trace, From Volga's banks th' impcrious Czar
He carefully confults cach beautcous line, Leads forth his furry troops to war;
Adjusting to his objcct his delign; Fond of the fofter fouthern sky:
We praise the picce, and give the painter fame, The Soldan gauls th'Illyrian coast;
But as the bright refunblance speaks the daine ; But soon the miscreant moony hott
Poets are limners of another kind, Before the victor-cross thall fly.
To copy out idcas in the mind;
Words are the paint by which their thoughts ain But here no clarion's shrilling note
fhcwn, The Muse's green retreat can pierct ;
And Nature is their object to be drawn; The grove, from neily camps remote,
The written picture we applaud or blaing Is only vocal with my verse :
But as the just proportions are the fame. Here, wing'd with innocence and joy,
Who, driven with ungovernable fire, Let the folt hours that o'er me fly
Or void of art, beyond thete bounds aspiro, Diop freedom, health, and
Gigantic forms and monitrous births alone
Why brings the fool a magnifying glass?
“ And rath hyperboles that soar so high,'
Who would with care fome happy fiction frame,
Not rais'd to force, or feign'd in Nature's scorn,
That fury spent in each elaborate piece,
He vies for fame with ancient Rome and Greece.
To clear our darkness, and to guide our Hight;
With steady judginent, and in lofty sounds, As veils transparent cover, but not hide,
They gave us patterns, and they let us bounds. Such metaphors appear, when right applied ;
The Stagyrite and Horace laid aside,
Inform’d by theni, we need no foreign guide ;
On this foundation may the fabric risc
Firm and unfhaken, till it touch the skies.
From pulpits banish d, from the court, from lore,
And take into your train this beauteous wanderers
§ 220. To Mr. Spence, prefixed to ibe ETT A Such vaunts as his who can with patience read,
PITT. Who thus defcribes his hero when he's dead“ In heat of action flain, yet scorns to fall,
'Tis done---reftor’d by thy immortal pea,
The critic's noble name revives again;
curs, our critics haunt the poet's feaft, Such frantic flights are like a madman's dream, And feed on scraps refus'd by ev'ry guest
; And Nature fuifers in the wild extreme. From the old Thracian * dog they learn d the way
The captive cannibal, opprest with chains, To fnarl in want, and grumble o'er their pret
feel, He bids defiance to the gaping crowd ;
Vex'd to be charm'd, and pleas'd against their wil.
Like bold Longinus of immortal fame,
You read your poet with a poet's Hame;
And plays, and tickles, while it cures the wound.
While Pope's inmortal labour we survey, Our characters we leflen when we'd raise; We stand all dazzled with excess of day, Like castles built by magic art in air,
Blind with the glorious blaze-to vulgar fight That vanith at approach, such thoughts appear;
'Twas one bright mass of undistinguith'd light; But, rais'd on truu by some judicious hand, But, like the tow'ring cagle, you alone As on a rock they shall for ages stand.
Difcern'd the spots and fplendors of the fun,
To point out faults, yet never to offend;
A strict integrity, devoid of art;
The tweetest manners, and sincerest heart; To a wild audience he conform’d his voice,
A foul, where depth of fenfe and fancy meet; Complied to custom, lut not crr'd through choice. A judginent brighten'd by the beams of witDeem then the people's, not the writer's sin,
Were ever yours : be what you were before, Almansor's rage, and rants of Maximin;
Be still yourself; the world can ask no more.