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'Tis He, 110 who gives my breaft a thousand pains,
Can make me feel each passion that he feigns,
Inrage, compose, with more than magic Art,
With Pity, and with Terror, tear my heart, 345
And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air,
To Thebes, ito Athens, when he will, and where.

111 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 112 a * Library with Wit,
When + Merlin's Cave is half unfurnith'd yet? 355

Ira Poeta,

!!O meum qui pe&tus inaniter angit, Irritat, mulcet, falfis terroribus implet, Ut magus, & modo-me Thebis, modo ponit Arbenis. u Verum age, & his, qui se lectori credere malunt, Quam spectatoris faftidia ferre fuperbi, Curam redde brevem ; fi 112 manus Apolline dignum Vis complere libris, & vatibus addere calcar, Ut studio majore petant Helicona virentem,

* Munus Apolline dignum.] The Palatine Library then building by Auguftus.

+ Merlin's Cave.] A Building in the Royal Gardens of Richmond, where is a small, but choice Collection of Books.

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My Liege ! why Writers little claim your thought, I guess ; and, with their leave, will tell the fault : We 113 Poets are (upon a Poet's word) Of, all mankind, the creatures moft absurd ; The 11,4 season, when to come, and when to go, 360 To sing, or cease to fing, we never know; , And if we will recite nine hours in ten, You lose your patience, just like other men. Then too we hurt our selves, when to defend A 115 single verse, we quarrel with a friend;.'. 365 Repeat 116 unaskd ; lament, the 117 Wit's too fine For vulgar cyes, and point out ev'ry line. But most, when itraining with too weak a wing, We needs will write Epistles to the King ; And 118 from the moment we oblige the town, 370 Expect a place, or pension from the Crown ; Or dubbd Historians by express command, T'enroll your triumphs o'er the feas and land, Be call'd to Court to plan some work divine, As once for Loüis, Boileau and Racine.


113 Multa quidem nobis facimus mala faepe poete, (Ut vineta egomet cædam men) cum tibi librum 114

Sollicito damus aut feflo: cum lædimur, 115 unum Si quis amicorum eft aufils reprendere versum: Cum loca iam 116 recitata revoluimus irrevocati: Cum 117 lamentamur non apparere labores Noftros; & tenui deducta poemata' filo : Cum 118 jperamus eo rem venturam, ut fimul atque Carmina rescieris nos fingere, commodus ultro Arceffas, & egere vetes, & fcribere cogas.


Yet 119 think, great Sir! (so many Virtues shown) ) Ah think, what Poet best may make them known? Or chuse at least some Minister of Grace, Fit to bestow the 120 Laureat's weighty place.

121 Charles, to late times to be transmitted fair, 380 Aflign'd his figure to Bernini's care ; And great 122 Nassau to Kneller's hand decreed To fix him graceful on the bounding Steed ; So well in paint and stone they judg’d of merit : But Kings in Wit may want discerning Spirit. 385 The Hero William, and the Martyr Charles, One knighted Blackmore, and one pension'd Quarles ; Which made old Ben, and surly Dennis swear, No Lord's anointed, but a r 23 Russian Bear.

Sed tamen eft 119 operæ pretium cognofcere, quales
Edituos habeat belli spectata domique
Virtus, 120 indigno non committenda poetæ.

121 Gratus Alexandro regi Magno fuit ille
Cherilus, incultis qui verfibus & male natis
Rettulit acceptos, regale numisma, Philippos.
Qui tam Ridiculum tam carè prodigus emit,
Edifto vetuit, ne quis se, præter Apellem,
Pingeret, aut alius Lyfippo duceret æra
Fortis 1 22 Alexandri vultum simulantia : quod fi
Judicium fubtile videndis artibus illud
Ad libros, & ad hæc Mufarum dona vocares,
123 Bæotum in crafo jurares aëre natum.

[At neque dedecorant tua de fe judicia, atque Munera quæ, multa dantis cum laude, tulerunt Dilecti tibi Virgilius Variusque poetæ :]


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Not with such 124 majesty, such bold relief, 390 The Forms auguft, of King, or conqu’ring Chief, E'er swellid on marble ; as in verse have shịn'd (In polish'd verse) the Manners and the Mind. Oh! could I mount on the Mæonian wing, Your 125 Arms, your Actions, your Repose to fing! 395 What ı 26 seas you travers'd, and what fields you fought! Your Country's Peace, how oft, how dearly bought! How 1:127 barb'rous

rage subsided at your word, And Nations wonder'd while they dropp'd the sword! How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep, 400 128 Peace stole her wing, and wrapt the world in sleep; Till earth's extremes your


own, Asia's Tyrants tremble at your Throne But 130 Verse alas ! your Majesty disdains : And I'ın not us'd to Panegyric strains ; 405

And 129

Nec magis expreli 1 24 vultys per abenea figna, Quam per vatis opus mores, animique virorum Clarorum apparent: Nec fermones ego mallem Repentes per bumum, 125 qui am res componere gestas ; Terrarumque 126 fitus, & Aumina dicere, & arces Montibus impofitas*; & 127 barbara regna, tuisque Auspiciis totum 128 confecta duella per orbem, Clausraque 128 Cuftodem Pacis cohibentia Janum, Et 129 formidatam Parthis, te Principe, Ramam. Si quantum cuperem, poffem quoque : fed neque parvum 130 Carmen Majeftas recipit tua, nec meus audet Rem tentare pudor, quem vires ferré recafant.

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The Zeal of


Fools offends at any time,
But most of all, the Zeal of Fools in ryme.
Besides, a fate attends on all I write,
That when I aim at praise, they say 132 I bite.
A vile 133 Encomium doubly ridicules :

410 There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools ; If true, a 134 woful likeness, and if lyes, " Praise undesery'd is scandal in disguise :" Well may

he 135 blush, who gives it, or receives ; And when I flatter, let my dirty leaves

415 (Like 136 Journals, Odes, and such forgotten things As Eusden, Philips, Settle writ of Kings) Cloath spice, line trunks, or slutt'ring in a row, Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Sohoe.

Sedulitas autem 131 ftultè quem diligit, urget,
Præcipuè cum se numeris commendat & arte.
Discit enim citius, meminitque libentius illud.
Quod quis 132 deridet, quam quod probat & veneratur,
Nil moror 133 officium quod me gravat; ac neque ficto
In 134 pejus vultu proponi cereus usquam,
Nec pravè faétis decorari verfibus, opto :
Ne 135 rubeam pingui donatus munere ; & una)
Cum 136 fcriptore meo, capfa porre&tus aperta,
Deferar in vicum vendentem thus & odores,
Et piper, & quicquid chartis amicitur ineptis.

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