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Think of thofe Authors, Sir, who would rely
More on a Reader's fenfe, than Gazer's eye.

Or who fhall wander where the Mufes fing?


Who climb their mountain, or who tafte their spring? How fhall we fill a Library with Wit,

When Merlin's Cave is half unfurnish'd yet?


My Liege! why Writers little claim your thought,

I guess; and, with their leave, will tell the fault:
We Poets are (upon a Poet's word)

Of all mankind, the creatures most abfurd:

The feafon, when to come, and when to go,
To fing, or ceafe to fing, we never know;
And if we will recite nine hours in ten,
You lofe your patience just like other men.
Then too we hurt ourselves, when, to defend
At fingle verfe, we quarrel with a friend;
Repeat" unask'd; w lament, the Wit's too fine
For vulgar eyes, and point out every line;
But moft, when, ftraining with too weak a wing,
We needs will write Epiftles to the King;




Curam impende brevem: fiq munus Apolline dignum Vis complere libris; et vatibus addere calcar,

Ut ftudio majore petant Helicona virentem.

r Multa quidem nobis facimus mala faepe poetae, (Ut vineta egomet caedam mea) cum tibi librum • Solicito damus, aut feffo: cum laedimur, unum Si quis amicorum eft aufus reprendere versum : Cum loca jam " recitata revolvimus irrevocati: Cum lamentamur non apparere labores


And x from the moment we oblige the town,
Expect a place, or Penfion from the Crown;
Or, dubb'd Hiftorians by exprefs command,
T'enroll your triumphs o'er the feas and land,
Be call'd to Court to plan fome work divine,
As once for LOUIS, Boileau and Racine.

Yet think, great Sir! (fo many Virtues fhown)
Ah think, what Poet best may make them known?
Or chufe at least fome Minister of Grace,

Fit to bestow the 2 Laureat's weighty place.

a Charles, to late times to be transmitted fair, Affign'd his figure to Bernini's care;




Noftros, et tenui deducta poemata filo;

Cum x fperamus eo rem venturam, ut, fimul atque
Carmina refcieris nos fingere, commodus ultro
Arceffas, et egere vetes, et fcribere cogas.
Sed tamen eft y operae pretium cognofcere, quales
Aedituos habeat belli fpectata domique
Virtus, z indigno non committenda poetae.
a Gratus Alexandro regi Magno fuit ille
Choerilus, incultis qui verfibus et male natis
Rettulit acceptos, regale numifma, Philippos.
Sed veluti tractata notam labemque remittunt
Atramenta, fere fcriptores carmine foedo
Splendida facta linunt. idem rex ille, poema
Qui tam ridiculum tam care prodigus emit,
Edicto vetuit, ne quis fe praeter Apellem
Pingeret, aut alius Lyfippo duceret aera



And b great Naffau to Kneller's hand decreed
To fix him graceful on the bounding Steed;
So well in paint and stone they judg'd of merit :
But Kings in Wit may want difcerning Spirit.
The Hero William, and the Martyr Charles,
One knighted Blackmore, and one penfion'd Quarles;
Which made old Ben and furly Dennis fwear,
"No Lord's anointed, but a Ruffian Bear."
Not with fuch & majefty, fuch bold relief,
The Forms august, of King, or conquering Chief,
E'er fwell'd on marble; as in verse have fhin'd
(In polish'd verfe) the manners and the Mind.
Oh! could I mount on the Mæonian wing,
Your Arms, your Actions, your Repose to fing! 395
What f seas you travers'd, and what fields you fought!
Your Country's Peace, how oft, how dearly bought!


Fortis b Alexandri vultum fimulantia. quod fi
Judicium fubtile videndis artibus illud
Ad libros et ad haec Mufarum dona vocares;
c Boeotum in craffo jurares aëre natum.

[At neque dedecorant tua de fe judicia, atque Munera quae multa dantis cum laude tulerunt, Dilecti tibi Virgilius Variufque poetae ;]


Nec magis expreffi & vultus per ahenea figna, Quam per vatis opus mores animique virorum Clarorum apparent. nec fermones ego mallem Repentes per humum, e quam res componere gestas, Terrarumque f fitus et flumina dicere, et arces



How g barbarous rage fubfided at your word,


And Nations wonder'd while they dropp'd the sword!
How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep, 400
h Peace ftole her wing, and wrapt the world in fleep;
Till earth's extremes your mediation own,
And i Afia's Tyrants tremble at your Throne-
But k Verfe, alas! your Majefty disdains;
And I'm not us'd to Panegyric strains :
The Zeal of Fools offends at any time,
But most of all, the Zeal of Fools in rhyme.
Befides, a fate attends on all I write,
That when I aim at praife, they fay m I bite.
A vile n Encomium doubly ridicules:
There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools.
If true, a o woful likeness; and if lyes,
"Praise undeferv'd is fcandal in disguise :"

Montibus impofitas, et & barbara regna, tuisque
Aufpiciis totum h confecta duella per orbem,.
Clauftraque cuftodem pacis cohibentia Janum,


Et i formidatam Parthis, te principe, Romam:

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Si quantum cuperem, poffem quoque. fed neque parvum
k Carmen majestas recipit tua; nec meus audet
Rem tentare pudor, quam vires ferre recufent.
Sedulitas autem ftulte, quem diligit, urget;
Praecipue cum fe numeris commendat et arte.
Difcit enim citius, meminitque libentius illud
Quod quis deridet, quam quod probat et veneratur.
Nil moror" officium, quod me gravat: ac neque fico
In pejus vultu proponi cereus usquam,

Well may he p blush, who gives it, or receives;
And when I flatter, let my dirty leaves
(Like Journals, Odes, and fuch forgotten things
As Eufden, Philips, Settle, writ of Kings)
Clothe fpice, line trunks, or, fluttering in a row,
Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho.

Nec prave factis decorari verfibus opto:
Ne p rubeam pingui donatus munere, et una
Cum fcriptore meo capfa porrectus aperta,
9 Deferar in vicum vendentem thus et odores,
Et piper, et quicquid chartis amicitur ineptis.



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