Την μεν τοι Κακοτητα και ιλαδον εστιν ἕλεσθαι
Ρηϊδίως· ολιγη μεν ὁδῶν, μαλα δ ̓ εγγύθι να σεί.
Της δ' Αρετης ίδρωτα θεοι προπαροιθεν εθηκαν
Αθανατοι· μακρῶν δε και ορθια αιμα επ' αυτήν,
Και τρηχύς.

Crowds, unmolefted, Vice may make their prize;
Short is the road, and close at hand it lies.
But Powers immortal Virtue have decreed
Of Pain, and perfevering Toil, the meed.
Long rounds, fharp rocks, and rugged fteeps delay
The lab'ring, panting pilgrim on his way.

Ver. 143. As heav'n with stars, the roof with jewels glows; And ever-living lamps depend in rows.

This fine couplet alfo was not wrought without confultation with our hallowed bard at the same paffage of that fublime effusion of human genius, ver. 726.

from the arched roof,
Pendent by fubtle magic many a row
Of ftarry lamps and blazing creffets, fed
With Naphtha and Asphaltus, yielded light
As from a fky.

Ver. 273

Thick as the bees, that with the spring renew
Their flow'ry toils, and fip the fragrant dew ;
When the wing'd colonies firft tempt the sky,
O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly,

Or fettling, feize the fweets the bloffoms yield,
And a low murmur runs along the field.

This description is varied, with improvements, from Dryden, Eneid vi. 958.

About the boughs an airy nation flew,

Thick as the humming bees, that hunt the golden dew;

In fummer's heat, on tops of lilies feed,

And creep within their bells, to fuck the balmy feed:

The winged army roams the field around;

The rivers and the rocks remurmur to the found:

who has profited, as ufual, by Lauderdale. But neither translator has a line at all comparable to that delightful conclufion of our author:

And a low murmur runs along the field.

THE

THE FABLE OF DRYOPE. P. 253+

Ver. 92. Farewell! and fince I cannot bend to join
My lips to yours, advance at least to mine.
My fon, thy mother's parting kifs receive,
While yet thy mother has a kifs to give.
I can no more; the creeping rind invades
My clofing lips, and hides my head in fhades.

This refembles Stanley's verfion of Bion on the Death of Adonis, as I find it quoted in Ogilby's annotations on the fourth Georgic. ́ Stanley's book itself I never could procure; otherwife, I cannot doubt but more imitations of our poet would be detected.

Adonis, ftay;
Haplefs Adonis, ftay but till I twine

Thee in these arms, and mix my lips with thine.
Adonis, wake fo fhort a time, to give

A dying kifs, but whilft a kifs may live.

The last couplet of Pope is indebted to a verse in Dryden's verfion of Ovid, Met. viii.

At once th' incroaching rinds their clofing lips invade.

EPITAPHS.

ON ROWE. P. 416.

Ver. 9. And bleft, that timely from our scene remov❜d,
Thy foul enjoys the liberty it lov'd.

This couplet feems to have profited from a very beautiful and pathetic paffage in J. Talbot's Dream, occafioned by the death of Lady Seymour. Dryden's Mifc. iii. 52.

No longer then thefe pious forrows fhed,
Nor vainly think thy happy parent dead,
Whofe deathlefs mind, from its weak prison free,
Enjoys in heav'n its native liberty.

ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON. P. 425. Ver. 1. This modeft stone,, what few vain marbles can, May truly fay, Here lies an honeft man.

Thefe

Thefe thoughts are borrowed from Crafbaw's Epitaph on Mr. Afhton :

The modest front of this fmall floor,
Beleeve me, reader, can say more,

Than many a braver marble can,
Here lies a truly honest man.

Ver. 7. Calmly he look'd on either life, and here
Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear.
The fame fentiment is found in Martial's Epigrams, x. 23.
Præteritofque dies, et totos refpicit annos ;

Nec metuit Lethes jam propioris aquas:
Nulla recordanti lux eft ingrata, gravifque;
Nulla fuit, cujus non meminiffe velit.
Calm he recalls the paft; and, free from fear,
Views Lethe's flood, deep murm'ring on his car:
Each day, each hour, in vifion leaves imprefs'd
A fweet memorial on his confcious breaft.

And it may not be unfeasonable to observe, that Dr. Johnson in his Life of Fenton wrongly afferts him to have left the university without a degrée; as appears both from the lift of Cambridge. graduates, and the matriculation book of Jesus-College, to which he belonged.

ON MR. GAY. P. 426.

Ver. 11. But that, the worthy and the good shall fay,
Striking their penfive bofoms, Here lies Gay.

This thought is originally in Crafbaw's Epitaph on Mr. Herrys; as Mr. Steevens and Mr. White also observed:

Enough now, if thou canft, pass on:
For now alass! not in this fone,

Paffenger! whoc'er thou art,
Is he entomb'd, but in thy heart.

Mr. White adds farther: Hackett in his Epitaphs, vol. i. p. 193. remarks, however, that he found, in an old collection of Latin and Greek verfes on the death of Henry Prince of Wales, two lines which it is not impoffible Pope had seen :

Angle! tuum tumulus fit cor, titulus fiet ifte:
Henricus princeps mortuus-Hic fitus eft.

END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.

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