Shave the goat's shaggy beard, left thou too late
In vain should't seek a strainer to difpart
The husky, terrene dregs, from purer Must.
Be cautious next a proper steed to find
Whose prime is past; the vigorous horse dil dains
Such servile labours, or, if forc’d, forgets
His past atchievements, and victorious palms.
Blind Bayard rather, worn with work, and
years,
Shall roll th' unwieldly stone, with fober pace
He'll tread the circling path 'till dewy eve,
From early day-spring, pleas'd to find his age
Declining, not unuseful to his lord.
Some, when the press, by utmost vigour
ferew'd, Has drain'd the pulpous mass, regale their
swine
With the dry refuse; thou, more wife, shalt
steep
Thy husks in water, and again employ
The pondrous engine. Water will imbibe
The finall remains of spirit, and acquire
A vinous flavour; this the pealants blithe
Will quaff, and whistle, as thy tinkling team
They drive, and fing of Fulca's radiant eyes,
Pleas'd with the medly draught. Nor 1 halt thou
Reject the Apple Cheese, tho' quite exhaust;
Ev'n now 'twill cherish, and improve the roots
Of fickly plants; new vigour hence convey'd
Will yield an harvest of unusual growth.
Such profit springs from huf ks discreetly us'd!
The tender apples, from their parents rent
By stormy shocks, must not neglected lie,
The
prey of worms: A frugal man I knew,
Rich in one barren acre, which, subdu'd
By endless culture, with sufficient Must
His casks replenish'd yearly: He no more
John
Defird, nor wanted, diligent to learn philips.
The various seasons, and by skill repel
Invading pests, fuccesful in his cares,
Till the damp Libyan wind, with tempests arm's
Outragious, blufter'd horrible amidst
His Cyder-grove: O’erturn’d by furious blafts,
The fightly ranks fall prostrate, and around
Their fruitage fcatter'd, from the genial boughs
Stript immature: Yet did he not repine,
Nor curse his stars'; but prudent, his fall’n heaps:
Collecting, cherish'd with the tepid wreaths
Of tedded grass, and the fun's mcllowing beams.
Rival'd with artful heats, and thence procur’d
A costly liquor, by improving time
Equald with what the happiest vintage bears.
But this I warn thee, and shall always
warn,
No heterogeneous mixtures ufe, as fome
With watry Turnips have debas'd their wines,
Too frugal; nor let the crude humours dance
In heated brass, steaming with fire intense;
Altho’ Devonia much commends the use
Of strengthning Vulcan'; 'with their native
ftrength
Thy wines fufficient, other aid refufe;
And, when th' allotred orb of time's compleat,
Are more commended than the labour'd drinks.
Nor let thy avarice tempt thee to with
draw The priest's appointed 1 hare ; with chearful
heart
The tenth of thy increase beltow, and own
Heav'n's bounteous goodness, that will sure re.
pay
Thy grateful duty: This neglected, fear
Signal avengeance, such as over-took
A miser, that unjustly once with-held
The clergy's due, relying on himself,
Haron Bill, (geb. 1685, geft. 1750.) gehört zwar nicht unter die englischen Dichter vom ersten Range; indeß find feine zahlreichen dramatischen Stücke nicht ohne einzelne Schlubeiten und auffallende Züge des Senies. Er war, unter mancherlei Veränderungen seiner Lage, auch eine Zeits lang Unternehmer und Direktor der beiden Schaubühnen in Drurylane und auf dem Haymarket; und in seinem Lehrges dichte, The Art of Aiting, bewies er seine Geschicklichkeit zu dieser Stelle, und seine genaue Bekanntschaft mit den dras matischen Regeln für Dichter und Schauspieler, die er auch projaisch in einem periodischen Blatte, The Prompter (der Linhelfer), vortrug. In folgender Stelle jenes Gedichts ist die Pflicht des Schausrielers die verschiednen Leidens schaften und ihre Veußerungen auszudrücken, mit vielem, nur für den Ton des Lehrgedichts faft zu lebhaftem, Feuer vorgetragen.
Why was the actor stain’d, by law's decree?
Loft time's recov'rer! truth's awak'ner, he!
Passion's refiner! life's f hoal coaft survey'd
The wise man's pleaser, an the good man's aid.
Precept, and practice, in one teacher, join'd,
Bodied resemblance of the copied mind:
Nature confirms, art dignifies his claim,
And only cant's low crawl defiles his name.
If, but by comprehension we poffefs,
And every greater circle holds the less;
No rank's high claim can make the player's
small,
Since, afting each, he comprehends them, all.
Off
, to due distance, half ye stalking train!
Blots of a title, your low tastes profane!
No dull, cold, mouther shares the actor's plea,
Rightly to feem, is transiently, to be.
How shall this goal be reach'd, that, seen moft
nigh,
Still glides more distant from th' advancing eye?
Like the sky's sea- dipt arch, heaven's fancied
bound,
For ever fail d to, and, yet, never found.
How shall trac'd practice hit th' untrodden way?
Where life is travellid out, in arts to stray.
Arduous the task, and asks a climbing brain;
A head for judgment, and a heart for pain:
E’er sense impress’d, reflects adopted forms,
And changeful nature shakes, with borrow
storms:
E'er ductile genius turns, as passions wind,
And bends, to fancy's curve, the pliant mind.
Mark, when th' expanding seed, from earth's moist
bed, Starting, at nature's call, prepares to spread; First, the prone root breaks downward, thence
ascend Shot stems, whose joints collateral boughs extend: Twigs, from those boughs, lend leaves, each leaf
contains
Side-less'ning stalks, transvers’d by fibry veins.
So, from injected thought, shoots passion's growth;
No sprout fpontaneous, no chance child, of Iloth:
idea lends it Roor firm, on touch'd minds,
Fancy, (swift planter !) first, th' impression binds.
Shap's in conception's mould, nature's prompt
skill
Bids subject nerves obey th' inspiring will:
Strung to obsequious bend, the mulc'ly frame
Stamps the shown image. — Pleasure, pity, shame,
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