Be kind to my remains; and O defend, EPISTLE THE ELEVENTH. ΤΟ Mr. GRANVILLE, ON HIS EXCELLENT TRAGEDY, CALLED, HEROIC LOVE. AUSPICIOUS poet, wert thou not my friend, How could I envy, what I must commend! But fince 'tis nature's law, in love and wit, That youth should reign, and withering age fubmit, With lefs regret thofe laurels I refign, Which, dying on my brows, revive on thinę. Ver. 1. Aufpicious poet,] Though amiable in his life and 'manners, Mr. George Granville, afterwards Lord Lansdowne, was a very indifferent poet. A faint copier of Waller. The tragedy fo much here extolled was acted in 1698, and is in all refpects the most un-Homerical of all compofitions. Dr. J. WARTON. 10 With better grace an ancient chief may yield Thus they jog on, ftill tricking, never thriving, And murdering plays, which they miscal reviving. Our fenfe is nonfenfe, through their pipes con vey'd; 25 Scarce can a poet know the play he made ; 30 Not ill they acted, what they could not spoil. Their setting-fun ftill fhoots a glimmering ray, 35 Like ancient Rome, majeftic in decay : And better gleanings their worn foil can boast, Than the crab-vintage of the neighbouring coaft. This difference yet the judging world will fee; Thou copiest Homer, and they copy thee. 40 EPISTLE THE TWELFTH. TO MY FRIEND Mr. MOTTEUX*, ON HIS TRAGEDY CALLED, BEAUTY IN DISTRESS. "TIS hard, my friend, to write in fuch an age, As damns, not only poets, but the stage. * Peter Motteux, to whom this piece is addreffed, was born in Normandy, but fettled as a merchant in London very young, and lived in repute. He died in a houfe of ill fame near the Strand, and was fuppofed to have been murdered, in 1718. He produced eleven dramatic pieces, and his Beauty in Diftrefs is thought much the best of them: it was played in Lincoln's-innfields by Betterton's company in 1698. DERRICK. Ver. 1. 'Tis hard, my friend,] No French refugee feems to have made himself fo perfect a mafter of the English language as Peter Motteux. He has given a very good tranflation of Don Quixote, which my friend, Mr. Bowle, preferred to more modern ones. By trading in a large Eaft India warehouse, and by a place in the poft-office, he gained a confiderable income. It was fuppofed he was murdered in a houfe of ill fame. He wrote fifteen plays; this of Beauty in Diftrefs was acted in 1698. Dryden feems to have felt a particular regard for him. Dr. J. WARTON. |