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All nations with this liberty dipense,
Tassone shone fantastic, but sublime : And bid us shock the man that shocks good sense. And he, who form'd the Macaronic-rhyme.
Great Homer first the mimic sketch design'd: Then westward too by slow degrees confest, What grasp'd not Homer's comprehensive mind! Where boundless Rabelais made the world his By him who virtue prais'd, was folly curst,
jest: And who Achilles sung, drew Durce the first'. | Marot had nature, Regnier force and flame, Next him Simonides, with lighter air
But swallow'd all in Boileau's matchless fame! In beasts, and apes, and vermin, pains the fair: Extensive soul! who rang'd all learning o'er, The good Scriblerus in like forms displays Present and past-and yet found room for more. The reptile rbymsters of these later days.
Full of new sense, exact in ev'ry page, More fierce, Arcbilochus, thy vengeful flame : Unbounded, and yet sober in thy rage. Fools read, and died : for blockheads then had Strange fate! Thy solid sterling of two lines, shame.
Drawn to our tinsel, thro' whole pages shines 9. The comic satirist ' attack'd bis age,
In Albion then, with equal lustre bright, And found low arts, and pride, among the sage: Great Dryden rose, and steer'd by Nature's light. See learned Athens stand attentive by,
Two glimm'ring orbs he just observ'd from far, And stoics learn their foibles from the cye. The ocean wide, and dubious either star. Latium's fifth Homera held the Greeks, in Donne teem'd with wit, but all was majm'd and view:
bruis'd, Solid, though rough, yet incorrect as new. The periods endless, and the sense confus'd : Lucilius, warm’d with more than mortal fame, Oldham rush'd on, impetuous and sublime, Rose next, and held a torch to er'ry shame. But lame in language, harmony and'rhyme : Sve stern Menippus, cynical, unclean;
T'nese (with new graces) vig'rous Nature join'd And Grecian centos, inannerly obscene.
In one, and center'd them in Dryden's mind. Add the last efforts of Pacuvius' rage,
How full thy verse! Thy meaning how severe ! And the chaste decency of l' rro's page.
How dark thy theme! Yet made exactly elear. See florace next, in each reflection nice, Not mortal is thy accent, nor thy rage, Learn'd, but not vain : the foe of fools, pot vice. Yet mercy softens, or contracts each page. Each page instructs, each sentiment prevails, Dread bard ! instruct us to revere thy rules, All shines alike, he rallies, but ne'er rails: And hate like thee, all rebels, and all fools. With courtly ease conceals a master's art,
His spirit ceas'd not (in strict truth) to be: And least expected steals upon the heart.
For dying Dryden breath'd,' O Garth, on thee, Yet Cassius 4 felt the fury of his rage,
Bade thee to keep alive his genuine rage, (Cassius, the Welsted of a former age); Half sunk in want, oppression and old age : And sad Alpinus ignorantly read,
Then, when thy pious hands to repos'd his head, Who murder'd Memnon, tho' for ages (lead. When vain young lords and ev'n the flamen fed. Then Persius came: whose line thoroughly For well thou knewst his merit and bis art, wrought,
His upright mind, clear head, and friendly heart. Flis sense o’erpaid the stricture of his thought. Ev'n Pope himself (who sees no virtue bleed Here in clear light the stoic doctrine shines, But bears th' affliction) envies thee the deed, Truth all subdues, or patience all resigns.
O Pope ! instructor of my studious days, A mind supreme: impartial, yet severe:
Who fix'd my steps in virtue's early ways; Pure in each act, in each recess sincere !
On whom our labours, and our hopes depend, Yet rich ill poets urg'd the stoic's frown,
Thou more than patron, and ev'n more than And bade himn strike at dulness and a crown S. Above all flattery, all thirst of gain, [friend! The vice and luxury Petronius drew
And mortal but in sickness, and in pain ! In Nero meet : th' imperial point of view : | T'hou taught'st old Satire nobler fruits to bear, The Roman Wilmot, that could vice chastise, And check'd her licence with a moral care, Pleas'd the mad king he serv'd to satirise. Thou gav'st the thought new beauties not its own, The next in satire 6 felt a nobler rage,
And touch'd the verse with graces yet unknowp; What honest heart could bear Domitian's age? Fach lawless branch thy level eye survey'd, See his strong sense, and numbers masculine! And still corrected Nature as she stray'd: His soul is kindled, and he kindles mine: Warm'd Boileau's sense with Britain's genuine Scornful of vice, and fearless of offence,
fire, He flows a torrent of impetuous sense.
And added softness to Tassone's lyre. So savage tyrants who blasphem’d their god, 1 Yet mark the bidevus nonseuse of the age, Turn suppliants now, and gaze at Julian's ruu? | And thou thyself the subject of its rage. Lucian, severe, but in a gas disguise,
Su in old times, round godlike Scæva ran Attacks old faith, or sports in learned lyes 8; Rome's dastard sons, a million, and a man. Sets heroes and philosophers at odds ;
Th'exalted merits of the wise and good And scourges mortals, and dethrones the gods. Are seen, far off, and rarely understood.
Then all was right-But Satire rose once more The world's a father to a dunce unknown, Where Medici and Leo arts restore.
And much he thrives, for, Dulness! he's thy own.
No hackney brethren e'er condemn'd him twice: "Margites.
He fears no enemies, but dust and mice. * Ennius.
4 Epod. 6. s See his first satire of Nero's verses, &c. 9 Roscommon, reversed. 6 Juvenal.
19 Dr. Garth took care of Mr. Dryden's fune? The Cæsars of the emperor Julian,
ral, which some noblemen, who undertook it, had * Lucian's True History.
Bf Pope but irrites, the devil, Legion raves, from streets to streets th' annumber'd pamAnd meagre critics mutter in their caves :
phlets fly; (Such critics of necessity consume
Then tremble Warner, Brown and Billinsly !! All wit, as hangmen ravish'd maids at Rome.) O thou most gentle deity appear, Names he a scribbler? all the world's in arms; Thou who still hear'st, and yet art prone to hear: Augusta, Granta, Rhedecyna swarms:
Whose eye ne'er closes, and whose brains ne'er The guilty reader fancies what he fears,
rest, And every Midas trembles for his ears.
(Thy own dear Dulness bawling at thy breast) See all such malice, obloquy and spite,
Attend, O Patience, on thy arm reclin'd, Expire e'er morn, the mushroom of a night. And see wit's endless enemies behind ! Transient as vapours glimm’ring thro' the glades, And yc, our Muses, with a hundred tongues; Half-form'd and idle, as the dreams of maids. | And thou, O Henley! blest with brazen lungs: Vain as the sick man's vow, or young man's sigh, Fanatic Withers! fam'd for rhymes and sighs, Third-nights of bards, or Henley's " sophistry. And Jacob Behmen! most obscurely wise:
These ever hate the poet's sacred line: From darkness palpable, on dusky wings These hate whate'er is glorions or divine. | Ascend ! and shroud him who your offspring From one eterual fountain beauty springs,
sings. The energy of wit and truth of things.
The first with Egypt's darkness in his head, That source is God : from him they downwards | Thinks wit the devil, and curses books unread. tend,
For twice ten winters he has blunder'd on, Flow round--yet in their native centre end. Thro' heavy comments, yet ne'er lost nor won: Hence rules, and truth, and order, dunces strike; Much may be done in trenty winters more, Of arts, and virtues, enemies alike.
And let him then learn English at threescore. Some urge, that poets of supreme renown. No sacred Maro glitters on his shelf, Judge ill to scourge the refuse of the town; He wants the mighty Stagyrite himself. Howe'er their casuists hope to turn the scale, See vast Coimbrias' 13 coinments pil'd on high ; These men must smart, or scandal will prevail. In heaps Soncinas 4, Sotus, Sanchez lie; By these the weaker sex still suffer most; For idle hours, Salsas idle casuistry. And such are prais'd who rose at honour's cost : | Yet worse is he, who in one language read, The learn'd they wound, the virtuous, and the Has one eternal jingling in his head, fair;
At night, or morn, in bed, and on the stairsNo fault they cancel, no reproach they spare: | Talks flights to grooms, and makes lewd songs The random shaft, impetuous in the dark,
at pray'rs; Sings on unseen, and quivers in the mark. His pride, a pun, a guinea his reward, 'Tis justice, and not anger, makes us write, His critic Gildon, Jemmy Moore his bard. Such sons of darkness must be dragg'd to light: | What artful hand the wretch's form can hit, Long-sufl'ring nature must not always hold: Begot by Satan on a Manley's wit: In virtue's cause 'tis gen'rons to be bold.. | In parties furious at the great man's nod, To scourge the bad, th’unwary to reclaim, | And hating none for nothing, but his God: And make light Aash upon the face of shame. | Foe to the learn'd, the virtuous, and the sage, Others have urg'd (but weigh it, and you'll | A pimp in youth, an atheist in old age; find
Now plung'o in bawdry and substantial lies, 'Tis light as feathers blown before the wind) | Now dabbling in ungodly theories: That poverty, the curse of Providence,
But so, as swallows skim the pleasing food, Atones for a dull writer's want of sense:
Grows giddy, but ne'er drinks to du him good : Alas! his dulness 'twas which made him poor : Alike resolv'd to fatter, or to cheat, Not vice versa: we infer no more.
Nay worship onions, if they cry, “come eat:" Of vice and folly poverty's the curse,
A foe to faith, in revelation blind, Heav'n may be rigid, but the inan was worse, And impious much, as dunces are by kind, By good made bad, by favours more disgrac'd, · Next see the master-piece of flatt’ry rise, So dire th’ effects of ignorance misplac'd!
Th' anointed son of dulness and of lies; Of idle youth, unwatch'd by parents' eyes! Whose softest whisper fills a patron's ear, Of zeal for pence, and dedication lies !.
Who smiles unpleas'd, and mourns without a Of conscience modell’d by a great man's looks, Persuasive, tho' a woful blockhead he: [tear; And arguings in religion-from no books! Truth dies before his shadow's sophistry ;
No light the darkness of that mind invades, For well he knows the vices of the town, Where Chaos rules, enshrin'd in genuine shades: | The schemes of state, and int'rest of the gown : Where in the dungeon of the soul enclos'd, | Immoral afternoons, indecent nights, True Dulness nods, reclining and repos'd.
Inflaming wines, and second appetites. Sense, grace, or harmony, ne'er enter there,
But most the theatres with duluess groan; Nor human faith, nor piety sincere:
Embrios half form’d, a progeny unknown: A midnight of the spirits, soul and head, (Suspended all) as thought itself lay dead.
13 Three booksellers. Yet oft a mimic gleam of transient light
13 The society of Cuimbria in Spain, which Breaks thro' this gloom, and then they think
published commentaries on Aristotle. they write;
14 Soncinas, a schoolman.
is Eman, de Sa. See Paschal's Mystery of 11 In the original H ; probably orator Jesuitisin. Henley. C.
Fine things for nothing, transports out of season, From wayward nature, or lewd poets' rhymes?
O Decency, forgive these friendly rhymes, One up, one down, one empty and one full: For raking in the dung-hill of their crimes. Half high, half low, half witty, and half dull, To name each monster would make printing So on the borders of an ancient wood,
dear, . Or where some poplar trembles o'er the flood, Or tire Ned Ward, who writes six books a year. Arachne travels on her filmy thread,
Such vicious nonsense, impudence, and spite,
Would make a hermit, or a father write. Yet these love verse, as croaking comforts Though Julian rul'd the world, and held no more frogs,
Than deist Gildon taught, or Toland swore, And mire and ordure are the heav'n of dogs. Good Gregory 16 prov'd him execrably bad, As well might notbing bind immensity,
And scourg'd his soul, with drunken reason mad,
| Much longer Pope restrain'd his awful band,
land. But blundering is the essence of a dupce.
Long, long he slumber'd e'er th' avenging hour:
Pierc'd millions thro'--for such the wrath of
Jove. Yet all for morals and for arts contend
Hell, Chaos, Darkness, tremble at the sound, They want them both, who never prais'd a friend. | And prostrate fools bestrow the vast profound; More ill, than dull: for pure stupidity
No Charon wafts them from the farther shore, Was ne'er a crime in honest Banks, or me. Silent they sleep, alas ! to rise no more.
See next a crowd in damasks, silks, and crapes, 1 0 Pope, and sacred Criticism, forgive Live! Equivocal in dress, half belles, half-trapes:
A youth, who dares approach your shrine, and A length of night-gown rich Phantasia trails,. Far as he wander'd in an unknown night, Olinda wears ane shift, and pares no nails: No guide to lead him, but his own dim light. Some in Curll's cabinet each act display,
For him inore fit in vulgar paths to tread, When Nature in a transport dies awar:
To show th' unlearned what they never read,
Youth to improve, or rising genius tend,
AN ESSAY ON REASON.
Gods! that this native nonsense was our worst!
FROM Time's vast length, eternal and unknown cyrst.
Essence of God, coeval Reason shone: No judgment open prophanation fears,
Mark' each recess of providence and fate, For who dreads God, that can preserve his fears?
Weighin, the present, past, and future state: O save me, Providence, from vice rehind,
'Ere Earth to start from nothing was decreed, That worst of ills, a speculative mind !
'Ere map had fall'n, or God vouchsafd to bleed; Not that I blame divine philosophy
Part of herself in Eden's pair she saw, (Vet much we risk, for pride and learning 'ye): | Where virtue was but practice, nature stan! Heav'n's paths are found by nature more than
Where truth was almost felt as well as seen, art,
(Perception half) and scarce a mist between: The schoolman's head misleads the layman's
Where homage rove in praise and prayt heart.
t'adore, What unrepented deeds bas Albion done?
By one to hovour, and by one implore: bowl, Vet spare us. Heav'n! return, and spare thy | While temp'rance cropt the herb, an.. Religion vanishes to types and shade, [own.
And health warm'd sepse, and sense sublime By wits, by fools, by her own sons betray'd.
soul. Sure 'twas enough, to give the der'l his due,
Fear was not then, nor malady, nor age, Must such men mingle with the priesthood too?
|Nor public hatred, nor domestic rage: So stood Onias at th' Almighty's throne,
No fancied want, mo lost of taste decreed
The honest ox to gruan, the lamb to bleed:
or invectives against Julian.
Masil. Lib. 1.
he herb, and mixt the
No earth-born pride had snatch'd th’ Almighty's | How, the first morning life inform'd his frame, . rod,
Durst he profane his Maker's sacred name? O'erturn'd the balance, or blasphem'd the God : | How without parents could intemp’rate rage No vice (for vice is only truth deny’d)
Spurn the hoar head, or mock the tears of age ? Nurs'd ignorance, or nature's voice bely'd. Why should he covet? when supremely blest Hail, blissful pair! whose sense if farther Or why defraud? when all things he possest wrought,
The bridal bed for whom should he deceive? Had weaken'd,stretch'd, and agoniz'd the thought, Or whom assassio, but his much-lov'd Eve? Created both to know and to possess
Hence 'twas that man by positives was try'd: What we, unhappy, can but barely guess : And hence beheld the Godhead justifi'd. Truth to survey in clearest lights arrang'd,
Adil, that the reasoning faculty of man Ere frauds were form’d to rules, or words were Serv'd not as now, when Adam first began : Ere every act a double aspect bore, [chang'd, Much though he saw, yet little had he try'd, Or doubts intending well, perplext us more : Nor known experience, nature's surest guide :
You saw the source of actions and the end; See then a previous cause and reason gir'n Why things are opposite, and why they blend; Why a reveal'd instinct should come from Heav'n, How from eternal causes good and ill
Which op'd at once the natures and the pow'rs Subsist: how mingle, yet are diff'rent still : Of earth, air, sea, beasts, reptiles, fruits, and How modes unnumber'd soften and unite;
flow'rs. How strength of falsehood glares, and strength of Effects, as yet uncaus'd, thence Adam knew, light:
The rage of poisons, and the balms of dew: Half of the God came open to your view ; Smild when the gen'rous courser paw'd the You hail'd his presence, and his voice you knew;
plains, That God, whose light is truth, whose vast extent Yet shund the tygress and her beauteous stains : Of pleasure, good self-form'd and self-content! Nurs'd the soft dove that slumber'd on his breast, Unhurt by years, unlimited by place,
Nor touch'd the dipsas' poison-flaming crest. At once o'erflowing time and thought and space. How had he trembled in that bless'd abode, .
By knowing him, you knew him to be best, I Had not his sovereignty been taught by God? (For the first attribute infers the rest),
Or how, unlicens'd, durst he wanton tread Knew from his mind why boundless virtues rose, Ev'o the green insect in its herbal bed ? Why his unerring will that virtue chose,
For life, like property, is no man's slave, Not something sep'rate (as the deist dreams) And only he can reassume that gave. To circumscribe bis pow'r, contract his schemes: (This by the way :) the hist'ry of the fall, For reason though it binds th' immortal will, And how the first-form'd loins contain'd us all, Is but a portion of the Godhead still:
Dread points ! which none explain, and few conThis learn, ye wits, by sacred myst’ry aw'd,
ceive, And know that God is only guide to God. We wave for ever, doctors, by your leave. This the first knew, their heart, their knowledge Ethnics and Christians a corruption grant, clear;
The manner how, still wicked wits may want, Their reason perfect, as their frame could bear: So, if they doubt wlar sound, or vision be, Till lust of change and more than mortal pride Thence let them prove we cannot hear, or see. Infring'd the law, the penalty defy'd :
'Spite of their mock’ry also, plain is this, Curst by themselves in Eden's blest abodes, That no man had a plea to Adam's bliss. Possessing all, yet raging to be gods :
Grant that the parent wastes a vast estate
1 Or need can crave, for ends and for desires, Ne'er of herselfcan gain the pow'rs she lost. To point out evil, virtue's heights to reach, But here the moderns eagerly dispute,-
This life to soften, or the next to teach? “ Why in a state of knowledge absolute,
Shall man, because he wants a seraph's flame, (Where upmix'd truth came naked to the view, Not taste the joys proportion'd to bis frame? And the first glance could pierce all nature thro',) Knowledge enough for use, for pride is giv'n ; God should an edict positive decree
Strong, but not sensitive as truth in Heav'n: And guard so strict th' inviolable tree?
Clear yet adapted to the mental sight: This were for trifles sagely to contend,
For too much truth o'erpow'rs, as too much light, To barter truth for show, for means the end.” Reason, like virtue, in a medium lies: [wise, Agreed: but first our mighty sect should | A hair's-breadth more might make us mad, not prove
Out-know ev'n knowledge, and out-polish art, God has no title to our faith or love :
Till Newton drops down giddy—a Descartes ! . To a' e submissive, reverential fear,
For reason, like a king who thirsts for pow'r, To hope, to homage, to the grateful tear: Leaves realms unpeopled, while it conquers more: That truth omniscient may sometimes deceive, Admit our eye-sight as the lynx's clear: That all-wise bounty knows not what to give: T'attain the distant, we o'ershoot the near : First let the critics of the Godhead make
(for art too nice, like tubes revers'd, extends Such theorems clear, and then this answer take : Things beyond things, till ev'n the object ends.)
That Adam, though all moral truth he saw, Hence nature, like Alcides, saw 'twas fit Yet scarce a motive had ’infringe that law: To fix thi' extremest stretch of human wit ; How could he honour other gods than one? Wit, like an insect clamb’ring up a ball, How change a spirit into sculptur'd stone? Mounts to one point and then of course must fall,
No wiser, if its pains proceed, than end,
| Such were the paths, the rubric ancients trod, And all its journey only to descend.
The friends of virtue and the friends of God. The question is not therefore, how much light Science like this, important and divine, God's wisdom gives us, but t'exert it right: The good man oflers, Reason, at thy shrine: Enough remains for ev'ry social end.
Sees thee, God, Nature (well explain'd) the same: For practice, theory, self, neighbour, friend : Not chang'd when thought on, varying but in Then call not knowledge narrow, Heav'n unkind;
name: One curse there is, 'tis wantonness of mind. - 1 Sces whence each aptitude,each diff'rence springs, No human plummets can abysses sound:
How thougbt ev'n acts, and meaning lives in Agreed : yet rocks they reach and shelving
Or else examines at less studious hours Thus reason where 'tis dang'rous, steers us right, The thinking faculty, its source, its pow'rs: And then dissolves ainidst th' abyss of light. How stretch'd like Kneller's canvas first it lies, "Tis reason finds th’horizon's glim m'ring line 1 'Ere the soft tints awake, or outlines rise: Where realms of truth,and realms of errour join: How till the finishing of thrice sev'n years, Views its own heinisphere with thankful eyes, The master figure Reason scarce appears : Thinks nature good in that which she denies : Sighs to survey a realm by right its own, While pride amidst the vast abrupt must soar While passion, fierce co-heir, nisurps the throne; Alas! to fathom God is to be more !
A second Nero, turbulent in sway, Then (lare be wise, into thyself descend, His pleasure, noise, his life one stormy day: Sage to some purpose, studious to some end : Headstrong in love, and headstrong too in hate, Search thy own heart, the well where knowledge Resolv'd t'enslave the mob, or sink the state: lies :
(skies : Sad farce of pow'r, sad anarchy of things, Thence (not from bigber earth) we catch the Where brutes are subjects, and where tyrants Leave myst'ry to the seraph's purer thought
kings! Which takes in truth, as forms by streams are Yet in this infant state, by stealth, by chance, caught :
Th' increasing mind still feels a slow advance, Leaves lust to brutes whose unhurt sense is such, Thro' the dark void ev'n gleams of truth can That tenfold transport thrills at ev'ry touch: And love of liberty upheave at root : [shoot, Holding the midale sphere where reason lies, No more the tender seeds unquicken'd lie, Than these mure temp'rate, as than those less But stretch their forin and wait for wings to fly. wise.
Sensation rst, the ground-work of the whole, Each pow'r of animals in each degree,
Deals ray by ray each image to the soul: Evin second instinct, knowledge is to thee: Perception true to every perse, receives Th' effect as certain, tho' the birth more slow, The various impulse, now exults, now grieves: For like ne rose it must expand and blow : Thought works and ends, and dares afresh beTime must call forth the manhood of the mind,
[in; By study strengthen'd, and by taste refin'd: So whirlpools pour out streams, and suck them Its action open, as its purpose true,
That thought romantic Memory detains Slow to resolve, but constant to pursue :
In unknown cells, and in aerial chains : Weeded from passion, prejudice and pride, Imagination thence her flow'rs translates; Mod'rate to all, yet steady to one side.
And Fancy, emulous of God, creates : Such once was Knight: in word, in action clear, Experience slowly moving next appears, Ev'n in the last recess of thought sincere:
Wise but by habit, judging but from years: Great without titles, virtuous without show, Till Knowledge comes, a wise and gen'rous heir, Learn'd without pride, and just without a foe: And opes the reservoir, averse to spare : Alike huinane, to pity, or impart:
And Reason rises, the Newtonian sun, The coolest head, and yet the warmest heart. Moves all, guides all, and all sustains in one. ( early lost! With ev'ry grace adorn'd!
Bright emanation of the Godhead, hail!
As none deceiving, so of none deceiv'd:
Such in herself is Reason-deist, say, How few, like thee, truth's arduous paibs can What hast thou here t'object, t'explain away! tread,
shead? Thinkst thou thy reason this unerring rule? Trice her slow streams, and taste thein at their Then live a madman-and yet die a fool! See how scarft sages, and pale schoolmen roam God gave us reason as the stars were giv'n, From art to art? their mind a void at home. Not to discard the Sun, but mark out Heav'n; Fir oft our understanding opes our eyes,
At once a rule of faith, if well employ'd, Forgets itself, tho' all things it descries.
A source of pleasure, if aright enjoy'd, Minds like fine pictures are by distance prov'd, A point, round which th' eternal errour lies And objects proper, only as remov'd.
Of fools too credulous, and wits too wise : Yet reason has a fund of charms t'engage A faithful guide to comfort and to save, Art, study, meditation, youth and age:
Till the mind floats, like Peter ou the ware: Beauty, which must the slave, the monarch strike; Then bright-ey'd Hope descends, of bear'nly Homage, which paid not, injures both alike: And Faith our immortality on Earth. [birtb, Virtue at once to please, and to befriend,
A Saviour speaks! lo! darkness low'rs no more, (Great Nature's clue, observant of its end); | And the husb'd billows sleep against the shore.