THE FIRST EPISTLE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE. TO AUGUSTUS. WHILE you, great patron of mankind! sustain Edward and Henry, now the boast of fame, 6 10 3 In arms abroad defend. A sarcasm on George II.; the object of violent clamor, for enduring what were then termed the insults of Spain to our commerce. The poem was written in 1737 : the war was not commenced till 1739: its beginning was fortunate, and Porto Bello was taken; but the scene was rapidly reversed; and Walpole, guilty of the heaviest crime of a minister, that of yielding up his judgment to popular passion, was driven from power in 1742. The war soon languished in the west; the bloody struggle of the Austrian succession began; and the king, after suffering heavy losses on the continent, was forced to defend himself at home from the invasion of the pretender in 1745. In 1748, this ill-omened war was happily closed by the peace of Aix la Chapelle. 15 20 25 Closed their long glories, with a sigh, to find 30 36 38 And beastly Skelton. Poet laureat to Henry VIII.; a volume of whose poems had been just published, exhibiting a very degraded mind. Warton, though quoting the pleasantry, that a poet laureat, in the modern idea, is a gentleman who has an annual stipend for reminding us of the new year and the birth-day,' tries to deal tenderly with the office; (his brother was laureat) and affects to prove, in an elaborate note, that formerly a poet laureat was a real university graduate.' One likes no language but the Fairy Queen; He swears the Muses met him at the devil. We build, we paint, we sing, we dance as well; If time improve our wit as well as wine, 'Who lasts a century can have no flaw; I hold that wit a classic, good in law.' 41 45 50 55 Suppose he wants a year, will you compound? And shall we deem him ancient, right, and sound; Ridicule has been thrown on the laureatship from its employment; but a much stronger ridicule might be thrown on it from its salary. Nothing can be more to the honor of the continental courts, than the various provision made for literary eminence in England, the nation patronises politics alone. France protected literature, and richly profited by the protection for her letters gave her the supremacy of European opinion. England, with the most vigorous natural intellect in the world, and with the deepest necessity for its employment;-England, whose mind is strength, and whose strength is mind, has one, and but one, office, for literature; and that office sustained by the imperial liberality of one hundred pounds a year! 40 Christ's Kirk of the Green. A ballad written by James I. of Scotland. Or damn to all eternity at once, At ninety-nine, a modern and a dunce? 60 Then, by the rule that made the horse-tail bare, I pluck out year by year, as hair by hair; And melt down ancients like a heap of snow: 65 While you, to measure merits, look in Stowe; And, estimating authors by the year, Bestow a garland only on a bier. Shakspeare, whom you and every play-house bill Style the divine, the matchless, what you will; 70 63 The horse-tail bare. The story is told of the brave and dexterous Sertorius. To teach his rude soldiery the value of perseverance, he bade one of them stand forth and pull off his horse's tail: the soldier grasped the intire at once, and pulled; but pulled, of course, in vain he then bade another pluck it away hair by hair. The success of the latter expedient visibly established the maxim, that patience and skill succeed where force must fail. 72 Immortal in his own despite. Nothing can be clearer than that Shakspeare was singularly negligent of posthumous fame. By leaving no memoirs of himself, he abandoned his personal character to chance: by leaving his works to the caprice of the players, he abandoned the still dearer part of himself, his fame, to mutilation. But the life of Shakspeare, while he continued in London, must have been one of intense occupation. The stupendous labor of producing five-and-thirty plays in five-and-twenty years, the proverbial anxieties of theatrical management, and the whirl of existence round him, might well account for his negligence of all things but the moment. When at last he retired, but two years lay between him and the grave: he left London in 1614, and died in 1616. Bowles quotes Foote's pleasantry of him, that 'Shakspeare meant only to write farces, but the poetry he threw in gratis.' Ben, old and poor, as little seem'd to heed 75 80 'Yet surely, surely, these were famous men ! What boy but hears the sayings of old Ben? In all debates where critics bear a part, Not one but nods, and talks of Jonson's art, Of Shakspeare's nature, and of Cowley's wit; How Beaumont's judgment check'd what Fletcher writ; How Shadwell hasty, Wycherley was slow; 85 90 But let them own, that greater faults than we 95 They had, and greater virtues, I'll agree. Spenser himself affects the obsolete, And Sidney's verse halts ill on Roman feet: Milton's strong pinion now not heaven can bound; Now serpent-like, in prose he sweeps the ground; 91 Gammer Gurton. One of the first printed plays in English, written by Still, of Christ's-college, Cambridge; afterwards bishop of Bath and Wells. |