The beadle must obey the fates' decree, As powerful deftiny prevail'd with thee. This heathen logic feems to bear too hard On me, and many a harmless modern bard: The critics hence may think themfelves decreed To jerk the wits, and rail at all they read; Foes to the tribe from which they trace their clan, As monkies draw their pedigree from man; To which (though by the breed our kind's difgrac'd) We grant fuperior elegance of taste : But in their own defence the wits obferve That, by impulse from heaven, they write and ftarve; Their patron-planet, with refiftless power, Elfe from their garrets would they foon withdraw, Nothing fo much intoxicates the brain As flattery's smooth infinuating bane: She on th' unguarded ear employs her art, While vain felf-love unlocks the yielding heart; And reason oft fubmits when both invade, Without affaulted, and within betray'd. When flattery's magic mifts fuffuse the fight, The don is active, and the boor polite; Her mirror fhows perfection through the whole, And ne'er reflects a wrinkle or a mole; Each character in gay confusion lies, And all alike are virtuous, brave, and wife : Nor fail her fulfome arts to footh our pride, Though praise to venom turns if wrong apply'd. Me thus the whifpers while I write to you: "Draw forth a banner'd host in fair review! "Then every muse invoke thy voice to raise, "Arms and the man to fing in lofty lays: "Whofe active bloom heroic deeds employ, "Such as the fon of Thetis § fung at Troy; "When his high-founding lyre his valour rais'd, "To emulate the demi-gods he prais'd. "Like him the Briton, warm at honour's call, "At fam'd Blaragnia quell'd the bleeding Gaul; "By France the genius of the fight confeft, "For which our patron faint adorns his breast.". Is this my friend, who fits in full content, Jovial, and joking with his men of Kent, And never any scene of flaughter faw, But those who fell by physic or the law? Why is he for exploits in war renown'd, Deck'd with a ftar, with bloody laurels crown'd? O often prov'd, and ever found fincere! Too honeft is thy heart, thy fenfe too clear, On these encomiums-to vouchsafe a fmile, Which only can belong to great Argyll. But moft among the brethren of the bays, 'The dear enchantress all her charms difplays, In the fly commerce of alternate praife. If, for his father's fins condemn'd to write, Some young half-feather'd poet takes a flight, And to my touchstone brings a puny ode, Which Swift, and Pope, and Prior, would explode fliad is, 6 Though every stanza glitters thick with stars, And goddeffes defcend in ivory cars: Is it for me to prove in every part The piece irregular by laws of art? His genius looks but aukward, yet his fate May raise him to be premier bard of state; I therefore bribe his fuffrage to my fame, Revere his judgment, and applaud his flame; Then cry, in feeming transport, while I fpeak, 'Tis well for Pindar that he dealt in Greek! He, conscious of defert, accepts the praise, And courteous, with increase the debt repays: Boileau's a mushroom if compar'd to me, And, Horace, I difpute the palm with thee! Both ravish'd, fing Te Phabum for fuccefs; Rife wift, ye laurels! boy befpeak the prefsThus on imaginary praise we feed ; Each writes till all refufe to print or read: From the records of fame condemn'd to pafs To Brifquct's calendar, a rubrick afs. Few, wondrous few are eagle ey'd to find In youth difus'd t' obey the needful rein, The fifter-twins of floth, poffefs the foul. ふ I fcarcely think his picture would have power To guide the ftate, or give the stamp to wit: When Philomel of old effay'd to fing, At length, to rival her enchanting note, Then thus reply'd the radiant goddefs, known By her fair rolling eyes and rattling tone: My favourite bird! of all the feather'd kind, Each fpecies had peculiar gifts affign'd: The towering eagles to the realms of light By their strong pounces claim a regal right; The fwan, contented with an humbler fate, TO THE QUEEN, ON HER MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY. FROM this aufpicious day three kingdoms date Το you the fceptres of all Europe bend, But, as the brightest beams and gentleft showers Whar power would now forbid the warriorqueen To wave the red-crofs banners o'cr the Seine? Others for titles urge the foldier's toil, Or meanly feck the foe, to feize the spoil: But you for right your pious arms employ, And conquer to reftore, and not deflroy; Vouchfahing audience to your fuppliant foes, You long to give the labouring world repofe; Concurring juice waits from you the word, leas'd, when you fix the fcales, to fheath the fix the fcales, to fheath the fword. From this propitious omen we prefage Unnumber'd bleffings to the coming age; Etablish'd faith, the daughter of the fizies, Shall fee new temples by your bounty rife: Commerce beneath the fouthern ftars fhall thrive, Inteftine feud, expire, and arts revive; Safe in their fhades the mufes fhall remain, And fing the milder glories of your reign. So, whilft offended heaven exerts its power, Swift fly the lightings, loud the thunders roar, But, when our incente reconciles the ikies, Again the radiant beams begin to rife; Soft Zephyrs gently wait the clouds away, And flagrant Bowers perfume the dawning day; IMITATED FROM PROPERTIUS, BOOK 111. ELEGY 111, To green retreats, that shade the muses' stream, Fir'd with ambitious zeal, my harp I ftrung, When their lov'd youths at night too long delay, Repeat thy paffion to reveal their own. Ceafing with this reproof, the friendly god Nine lovely nymphs a several task pursu'd, (Her name the brightness of her form confess'd) a To the Right Honourable The Lady MARGARET CAVENDISH HARLEY, WITH THE POEMS OF MR. WALLER. LET others boast the nine Aonian maids, When Waller, kindling with cœleftial rage, ง More fweetly foft her awful beauty fhone, As angels love, congenial fouls unite In Waller's fame, O fairest Harley view Such foul-attracting airs were fung of old, When blissful years in golden circles roll'd; Pure from deceit, devoid of fear and frife, While love was all the penfive care of life, The fwains in green retreats, with flowrets. crown'd, Taught the young groves their paffion to refound: Fancy pursu'd the paths where beauty led, To please the living, or deplore the dead. While to their warbled woe the rocks reply'd, The rills remurmur'd, and the zephyrs figh'd; From death redeem'd by verfe, the vanifh'd fair Breath'd in a flower, or fparkled in a ftar. Bright as the stars, and fragrant as the flowers Where fpring refides in foft Elyfian bowers; While thefe the bowers adorn, and they the fphere, Will Sachariffa's charms in fong appear. Yet, in the prefent age, her radiant name Muft take a dimmer interval of fame; When you to full meridian luftre rife, With Morton's fhape, and Gloriana's eyes; With Carlifle's wit, her gefture, and her mien ; And, like feraphic Rich, with zeal ferene : In sweet assemblage all their graces join'd, To language, mode, and manners more refin'd! That angel-frame, with chaste attraction gay, Mild as the dove ey'd morn awakes the May, Of nobleft youths will reign the public care, Their joy, their wifh, their wonder, and despair. Far-beaming thence what bright ideas flow! The fifter-arts with fudden rapture glow: Her Titian tints the painter-nymph resumes ; The canvas warm with rofeate beauty blooms: Infpir'd with life by fculpture's happy toil, The marble breathes, and foftens with your fmile; Proud to receive the form, by fate defign'd The fairest model of the fairer kind. But hear, O hear the mufe's heavenly voice! The waving woods and echoing vales rejoice: Attend, ye gales! to Margaretta's praise, And all ye listening loves record the lays! So Philomela charms th' Idalian grove, When Venus, in the glowing orb of love, O'er ocean, earth, and air, extends her reign; The first, the brightest of the starry train, What favourite youth affign the fates to rife, In bridal pomp to lead the blooming prize?` Whether his father's garter'd fhield fuftains Trophies, atchiev'd on Gallia's viny plains; Or fmiling peace a mingled wreath displays, The patriot's olive, and the poet's bays: Adorn, ye fates! the favourite youth affign'd, With each ennobling grace of form, and mind: In merit make him great, as great in blood; Great without pride, and amiably good; His breaft the guardian ark of heaven-born law, To ftrike a faithlefs age with conscious awe. In choice of friends by manly reafon fway'd; Nor fear'd, but honour'd, and with love obey'd In courts, and camps, in council, and retreat, Wife, brave, and ftudious to fupport the ftate. With candour firm; without ambition bold; No deed difcolour'd with the guilt of gold. That Heaven nay judge the choiceft bleffings due, And give the various good compris'd in you. PROLOGUE TO SOUTHERNE'S SPARTAN DAME, [rear. WHEN realms are ravag'd with invasive foes, 1 Yet what avails the champion's giant fize, The mufes blush'd, to see their friends exalting ON THE FIRST FIT OF THE GOUT. As Jove vouchfaf'd on Ida's top, 'tis said, HORACE, BOOK I. ODE IX, IMITATED. FROM THE OXFORD AND CAMBRIDGE VERSES *, SINCE the hills all around us do penance in fnow, And winter's cold blafts have benumb'd us below; * Dedicated by Featon, to Lionel Earl of Dorfet and Middlefex, Since the rivers chain'd up flow with the fame speed [read; As criminals move tow'rds the pfalm they can't Throw whole oaks at a time, nay, whole groves on the fire, To keep out the cold, and new vigour inspire ; Ne'er wafte the dull time in impertinent thinking, But urge and pursue the grand business of drinking. Come, pierce your old hogfheads, ne'er stint us in fherry, For this is the season to drink and be merry; That, reviv'd by good liquor and billets together, We may brave the loud ftorms, and defy the cold weather, [you love us, We'll have no more of bufinefs; but, friend, as Leave it all to the care of the good folks above us. Whilft your appetite's ftrong, and good-humour remains, And active brisk blood does enliven your veins, Improve the sweet minutes in scenes of delight, Let your friend have the day, and your mistress the night: In the dark you may try whether Phyllis is kind, The night for intriguing was ever design'd; Though the runs from your arms, and retires to a fhade, Some friendly kind sign will betray the coy maid: All trembling you'll find then the poor bashful finner, Such a trespass is venial in any beginner; met her, CATULLUS, EPIG. V. TRANSLATED. LET's live, my dear, like lovers too, The boundless measure of our happiness. } |