Who felt the wrong, or fear'd it, took th' alarm, 256 At length, by wholesome dread of statutes bound, 260 We conquer'd France, but felt our captive's charms; Wit grew polite, and numbers learn'd to flow. 265 270 276 And full in Shakespear, fair in Otway shone : But Otway fail'd to polish or refine, And fluent Shakespear scarce effac'd a line. Ev'n copious Dryden wanted, or forgot, 280 The last and greatest art, the art to blot. Some doubt, if equal pains, or equal fire The humble muse of comedy require. But But in known images of life, I guess The labour greater, as th' indulgence less. Tell me if Congreve's fools are fools indeed; How Van wants grace, who never wanted wit! O you! whom vanity's light bark conveys There still remains, to mortify a wit, The many-headed monster of the pit: A senseless, worthless, and unhonour'd crowd; 285 290 295 300: 305: Clatt'ring VER. 287. Congreve] He alludes to the characters of Brisk and Witwood. VER. 290. Astrea] A name taken by Mrs. Behn, authoress of several obscene plays, c. Clatt'ring their sticks before ten lines are spoke, ' 315 With laughter sure Democritus had dy'd, 320 Had he beheld an audience gape so wide. Let bear or elephant be e'er so white, The people, sure, the people are the sight! Ah luckless poet! stretch thy lungs and roar, That bear or elephant shall heed thee more; 325 And all the thunder of the pit ascends! Loud as the wolves, on Orcas' stormy steep, Such VEK. 319. Old Edward's armour beams on Cibber's breast.] The Coronation of Henry VIII. and Queen Anne Boleyn, in which the playhouses vied with each other to represent all the pomp of a coronation. In this noble contention the armour of one of the Kings of England was borrowed from the Tower, to dress the champion. VER. 328. Orcas' stormy steep,] The farthest northern promon tory of Scotland, opposite to the Orcades. Such is the shout, the long-applauding note, 330 Booth enters, hark! the universal peal! "But has he spoken ?" Not a syllable. 335 340 "What shook the stage, and made the people stare ?” 345 And snatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, But not this part of the poetic state, Alone, deserves the favour of the great : Think of those authors, Sir, who would rely 350 More on a reader's sense, than gazer's eye, Or who shall wander where the muses sing? Who climb their mountain, or who taste their spring? How shall we fill a library with wit, When Merlin's Cave is half unfinish'd yet? 355 My VER. 355. Merlin's Cave] A building in the royal gardens of Richmond, where is a small, but choice collection of books. My liege! why writers little claim your thought, I guess; and, with their leave, will tell the fault : We poets are (upon a poet's word) Of all mankind, the creatures most absurd: The season, when to come, and when to go, 360 365 370 375 Yet think, great Sir! (so many virtues shown ;) Ah think, what poet best may make them known? Or choose at least some minister of grace, Fit to bestow the Laureat's weighty place. Charles, to late times to be transmitted fair, 380 Assign'd his figure to Bernini's care; And great Nassau to Kneller's hand decreed VOL. III. Y Se |