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He to God's image, she to his was made;
So, farther from the fount the stream at random strayed.
How could he stand, when, put to double pain, He must a weaker than himself sustain ! Each might have stood perhaps, but each alone; Two wrestlers help to pull each other down.
Not that my verse would blemish all the fair; But yet if some be bad, 'tis wisdom to beware, And better shun the bait, than struggle in the snare. Thus have you shunned, and shun the married state, Trusting as little as you can to fate.
No porter guards the passage of your door, To admit the wealthy, and exclude the poor; For God, who gave the riches, gave the heart, To sanctify the whole, by giving part; Heaven, who foresaw the will, the means has wrought, And to the second son a blessing brought; The first-begotten had his father's share; But you, like Jacob, are Rebecca's heir.
So may your stores and fruitful fields increase; And ever be you blessed, who live to bless. As Ceres sowed, where-e'er her chariot flew ; As heaven in deserts rained the bread of dew; So free to many, to relations most,
You feed with manna your own Israel host.
With crowds attended of your ancient race, You seek the champaign sports, or sylvan chace; With well-breathed beagles you surround the wood, Even then industrious of the common good; And often have you brought the wily fox To suffer for the firstlings of the flocks; Chased even amid the folds, and made to bleed, Like felons, where they did the murderous deed.
* Sir Robert Driden inherited the paternal estate of CanonAshby, while that of Chesterton descended to John, his second brother, to whom the epistle is addressed, through his mother, daughter of Sir Robert Bevile.
This fiery game your active youth maintained;
Thus princes ease their cares; but happier he, Who seeks not pleasure through necessity, Than such as once on slippery thrones were placed, And chasing, sigh to think themselves are chased. So lived our sires, ere doctors learned to kill, And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill. The first physicians by debauch were made Excess began, and sloth sustains the trade. Pity the generous kind their cares bestow To search forbidden truths, (a sin to know,)
To which if human science could attain,
The doom of death, pronounced by God, were vain.
What help from art's endeavours can we have?
* William Guibbons, M. D.-Dryden mentions this gentleman in terms of grateful acknowledgment in the Postscript to Virgil:"That I have recovered, in some measure, the health which I had lost by application to this work, is owing, next to God's mer cy, to the skill and care of Dr Guibbons and Dr Hobbs, the two ornaments of their profession, which I can only pay by this acknowledgment." As Dr Guibbons was an enemy to the Dispensary, he is ridiculed by Garth in his poem so entitled, under the character of " Mirmillo the famed Opifer."
+ Sir Richard Blackmore, poet and physician, whose offences towards our author have been enumerated in a note on the pro
And no more mercy to mankind will use,
By chace our long-lived fathers earned their food; Toil strung the nerves, and purified the blood: But we their sons, a pampered race of men, Are dwindled down to threescore years and ten. Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
The tree of knowledge, once in Eden placed, Was easy found, but was forbid the taste: O had our grandsire walked without his wife, He first had sought the better plant of life! Now both are lost: yet, wandering in the dark, Physicians, for the tree, have found the bark; They, labouring for relief of human kind, With sharpened sight some remedies The apothecary-train is wholly blind.
logue to "The Pilgrim," where his character is discussed at length under the same name of Maurus. See Vol. VIII. p. 442, and also the Postscript to Virgil, where Dryden acknowledges his obligations to the Faculty, and adds, in allusion to Blackmore, that "the only one of them, who endeavoured to defame him, had it not in his power."
In this line, as in the end of the preface to the "Fables,” our author classes together 66 one Milbourne and one Blackmore." The former was a clergyman, and beneficed at Yarmouth. Dryden, in the preface just quoted, insinuates, that he lost his living for writing libels on his parishioners. These passing strokes of satire in the text are amply merited by the virulence of Milbourne's attack, not only on our author's poetry, but on his person, and principles political and religious. See a note on the preface to the "Fables," near the end.
From files a random recipe they take,
*Sir Samuel Garth, the ingenious author of the "Dispensary." Although this celebrated wit and physician differed widely from Dryden in politics, being a violent Whig, they seem, nevertheless, to have lived in the most intimate terms. Dryden contributed to Garth's translation of the " Metamorphoses ;" and Sir Samuel had the honour to superintend the funeral of our poet, and to pronounce a Latin oration upon that occasion. Garth's generosity, here celebrated, consisted in maintaining a Dispensary for issuing advice and medicines gratis to the poor. This was highly disapproved of by the more selfish of his brethren, and their disputes led to Sir Samuel's humorous poem.
Part must be left, a fund when foes invade,
The peace both parties want, is like to last;
A very bloody war had been recently concluded by the peace of Ryswick, in 1697. But the country party in Parliament entertained violent suspicions, that King William, whose continental connections they dreaded, intended a speedy renewal of the contest with France. Hence they were jealous of every attempt to maintain any military force; so that, in 1699, William saw himself compelled, not only to disband the standing army, but to dismiss his faithful and favourite Dutch guards. The subsequent lines point obliquely at these measures, which were now matter of public discussion. Dryden's cousin joined in them with many of the Whigs, who were attached to what was called the countryparty. As for the poet, his jacobitical principles assented to every thing which could embarrass King William. But, for the reasons which he has assigned in his letter to Lord Montague, our author leaves his opinion concerning the disbanding of the army to be inferred from his panegyric on the navy, and his declamation against the renewal of the war.