Likeness is ever there; but still the best, Like proper thoughts in lofty language drest: Where light, to shades descending, plays, not strives, Dies by degrees, and by degrees revives. 70 Of various parts a perfect whole is wrought: 75 Bids thee, through me, be bold; with dauntless breast Contemn the bad, and emulate the best. 80 85 Like his, thy critics in the attempt are lost: And Raphael did with Leo's gold abound; But Homer was with barren laurel crown'd. Thou hadst thy Charles awhile, and so had I; All pilgrims come and offer at thy shrine. A graceful truth thy pencil can command; The fair themselves go mended from thy hand. 95 100 Though nature there her true resemblance bears, A nobler beauty in thy piece appears. 105 So warm thy work, so glows the generous frame, 110 But poets are confin'd in narrower space, To speak the language of their native place: The painter widely stretches his command; Thy pencil speaks the tongue of every land. From hence, my friend, all climates are your own, Nor can you forfeit, for hold of none. you All nations all immunities will give 115 To make you theirs, where'er you please to live; And not seven cities, but the world would strive. Sure some propitious planet then did smile, 120 When first you were conducted to this isle: Our genius brought you here, to enlarge our fame; For your good stars are everywhere the same. Thy matchless hand, of every region free, Great Rome and Venice early did impart 125 For what in nature's dawn the child admir'd, 130 The youth endeavour'd, and the man acquir'd. If yet thou hast not reach'd their high degree, Or what a play to Virgil's work would be, But we, who life bestow, ourselves must live; Kings cannot reign unless their subjects give; And they who pay the taxes bear the rule: Thus thou, sometimes, art forc'd to draw a fool: But so his follies in thy posture sink, The senseless idiot seems at last to think. 135 140 145 Good heaven! that sots and knaves should be so vain, To wish their vile resemblance may remain! To future days, a libel or a jest! Else should we see your noble pencil trace Our unities of action, time, and place: 150 A whole compos'd of parts, and those the best, Less, and at distance, an ignobler crew. 155 160 165 287 ELEGIES AND EPITAPHS. TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM. FAREWELL, too little, and too lately known, To the same goal did both our studies drive; Thus Nisus fell upon the slippery place, 5 Whilst his young friend perform'd, and won the race. O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? 10 V.1. Farewell, too little] This short elegy is finished with the most exquisite art and skill. Not an epithet or expression can be changed for a better. It is also the most harmonious in its numbers of all that this great master of harmony has produced. Oldham's Satire on the Jesuits is written with vigour and energy. It is remarkable that Dryden calls Oldham his brother in satire, hinting that this was the characteristical turn of both their geniuses. 'To the same goal did both our studies drive.' Ver. 7. Dr. J. W. |