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He to God's image, she to his was made ;
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 thesnare. Thus have you shunn’d, 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 meanshas 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 bless’d, who live to bless. As Ceres sow'd, where-e'er her chariot flew ; As heaven in deserts rain'd 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 maintain'd;
Thus princes ease their cares ; but happier he,
So lived our sires, ere doctors learn'd 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. In vain the leech would interpose delay ; Fate fastens first, and vindicates the prey. What help from art's endeavours can we have ? Guibbons but guesses, nor is sure to save; But Maurust sweeps whole parishes, and peoples
* 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 mercy, 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,
The tree of knowledge, once in Eden placed, Was easy found, but was forbid the taste : O, had our grandsire walk'd 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 sharpen'd sight some remedies may find; 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. 412, 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."
ť In this line, as in the end of the preface to the “ Fables,” our author classes together 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 the 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,
You hoard not health for your own private use,
* 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,
Good senators (and such as you) so give,
* 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 declamaa tion against the renewal of the war.