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Prudella first in parody begins,
She has a daughter too that deals in lace, (For nonsense and buffoonery are twins)
And sings--0) ponder well-and Chevy Chase, « Can beaux the court for theatres exchange? And fain wou'd fill the fair Ophelia's place. I swear by Heaven 'tis strange, 'tis passing And in her cock'd up bat, and gown of camblet, strange ;
Presumes on something-touching the lord And very whimsical, and mighty dull,
Hamlet. And pitiful, and wond'rous pitiful:
A cousin too she has with squinting eyes, I wish I had not heard it-blessed dame! With waddling gait,and voice like London Cries; Whene'er she speaks her audience wish the same. Who for the stage too short by half a story, Next Neddy Nicely—"Pye, O fye, good lack, Acts Lady Townly-thus--in all her glory. A nasty man to make his face all black.”
And while she's traversing her scảnty room, Then lady Stiffneck shows her pious rage, Cries—“Lord! my lord, what can I do at home! And wonders we shou'd act-upon a stage. In short, we've girls enough for all the felluas, " Why, ma'am,” says Coquetilla, a disgrace? The ranting, whining, starting, and the jealous, Merit in any form may show her face:
The Hotspurs, Romeos, Hamlets, and Othellos. In this dull age the male things onght to play, Oh! little do these silly people know, To teach them what to do, and what to say. What dreadful trials--actors undergo. In short, they all with diff'rent cavils cram us, Myself—who most in harmony delight, And only are unanimous to damn us:
Am scolding here from morning until night. But still there are a fair judicious few,
Then take a lvice froin me, ye giddy things, Who judge unbiass’d, and with candour view; Ye royal milliners, ye apron'd kings; Who value honesty, though clad in buff,
Young men beware, and shun our slippery ways, And wit, though dress'd in an old English ruff. Study arithmetic, and shun our plays; Behold them here— 1 beaming sense descry, Anıl you, ye girls, let not our tinsel train Shot from the living lustre of each eye.
Enchant your eyes, and turn your madd'ning Such meaning smiles each blooming face adorn,
THE PLAY OF THE CONSCIOUS LOVERS, ACTED FOR 'Tis our ambition, and our fame to please.
THE BENEFIT OF THE MIDDLESEX HOSPITAL FOR
(Enters with a child.) EPILOGUE TO THE APPRENTICE.
Whoe'er begot thee, has no cause to blush : (Enters reading a Play Bill.)
Thou’rt a brave chopping boy, (child cries) nay,
bush! hush hush! A very pretty bill—as I'm alive!
A workman, faith! a man of rare discretion, The part of_nobody-by Mrs. Clive!
A friend to Britain, and to our profession: A paltry scribbling fool- to leave me out- With face so chubby, and with looks so glad, He'll say, perhaps he thought I cou'd not spout. O rare roast beef of England-here's a lad! Malice and envy to the last degree!
(Shows him to the Company | And why?-1 wrote a farce as well as he,
(Child makes a noise agnin.) And fairly ventur'd it—without the aid
Nay if you once begin to puke and cough, of prologue dress'd in black, and face in mas- Go to the nurse.
Within !--here take him off. querade;
Well, Heav'n be prais'd, it is a peopling age, Oh! Pit-have pity—see how I'm dismay'd ! Thanks to the bar, the pulpit, and the stage ; Poor soul! this canting stuff will never do. But not to th' army—that's not worth a farthing, Unless like Bayes be bring his hangman too. The captains go too much to Covent Garden, But granting that from these same obsequies, Spoil many a girl, but selduin make a mother, Some pickings to our bard in black arise ; They foil us oue way—but we have them t'other. Should your applause to joy convert his fear,
(Shakes a bo.r of pills.) As Pallas turns to feast-Lardella's bier ; The nation prospers by such joyous souls, Yet 'twould have been a better scheme by half Hence smokes my table, hence my chariot rolls
. To have thrown his weeds aside, and learnt with Tho' some snug jobs, from surgery may spring, me to laugh.
Man-midwifry, man-midwifry's the thing! I cou'd have shown him, had be been inclin'd, Lean shou'l i be, e'en as my own anatomy, A spouting junto of the female kind.
By mere catharties and by plain phlebotomy. There dwells a milliner in yonder row,
Well, besides gain, besides the pow'r to please, Well dress’d, full yoic'd, and nobly built for show, Besides the inusic of such birds as these, who, when in rage she scolds at Sue and Sarah,
Shakes a purse./ Damn'd,damn'd dissembler !-thinks she's more it is a joy refin', unmix'd and pure, tban Zara
To hear the praises of the grateful poor.
This day comes honest Taffy to iny house,
But merriment and nimicry apart, " Cot pless her, her has sav'd her poy and spouse; Thanks to each bounteous hand and gen'roue Her sar'd her Gwinnifrid, or death had swallow'd
(Cadwallader.” Of those, who tenderly take pity's part;. Tho' creat crand creat crand crand child of Who in good-naturdacts can sweetly grieve, Cries Patrick Touzl'em, “ I am bound to pray, Swift to lament, but swifter to relieve. You're sav'd my Sue in your same physic way, Thanks to the lovely fair oines, types of Heaven, Aud further shall I thank you yesterday." Who raise and beautify the bounty given; Then Sawney came and thank'd me for my love, But chief to ' himn in whom distress confides, (I very readily excus'd his glove)
Who o'er this noble plan so gloriously presides. He bless'd the mon, e'en by St. Andrew's cross, "Who cur'd his bunny bearn and blithsome lass.” "The earl, afterwards duke, of Northumber,
DE ARTE CRITICA.
A LATIN VERSION OF
MR. POPE'S ESSAY ON CRITICISM,
Ner me animi fallit- -
DE ARTE CRITICA.
AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM,
But of the two, less dang'rous is th' offence
Ten censure wrong, for one who writes amiss.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
True taste as seldom is the critic's share;
Both must alikc from Heaven derive their light,
right. Et, strictim descripta licet, sibi linea constat.
Qui scribit artificiose, ab aliis commode scripSed minimum ut specimen, quod pictor doctus
ta facile intelligere poterit.
Cic. ad Herenn. b. 4.
* Omnes tacito quodam sensu, sine ullâ arte,
aut ratione, quæ sint in artibus ac rationibus rec-
ta ac prava dijudicant.
Cic. de Orat, lib. 3,
Ambages errat, stolidisque supervenit illis But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd, (Diis aliter visum est) petulantia. Perdere sen- Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd,
(Pindum So by false learning is good sense defze'd. Communem hi sudant, dum frustra ascendere Some are bewilderd in the maze of schools, Conantur, mox, ut se defensoribus ipsis
And some made coxconibs, Nature meant but Utantur, critici quoque tiunt : omnibus idem
fools. Ardur scribendi, studio bi rivalis aguntur,
In search of wit, those lose their common sense, Dlis invalida eunuchi violentia gliscit.
And then turn critics in their own defence. Ridendi proprium est fatuis cacoethes, amantqne Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write, Turbæ perpetuo sese immiscere jocosæ.
Or with a rival's, or an eunuch's spite. Mævius invito dum sudat Apolline, multi All fools have still an itching to deside, Pingue opus exuperant (si diis placet) emendando. And fain would be upon the laughing side:
If Mævius scribble in Apollo's spite,
write. Sunt qui belli homines primo, tum deinde Some have at first for mits, then poets past,
poetæ, Alox critici evasére, meri tum denique stulti.
Turn'd critics next: and prov'd plain fools at last.
Sume neither can for wils or critics pass, Est, qui nec criticum nec vatem reddit, inersque As heavy mules are neither horse, nor ass. Ut mulus medium quoddam est asinum inter | Those half-learn'd witlings num'rous in our isle, equumque.
As balf-form'd insects on the banks of Nile, Bellula semi-hominum vix pæne elementa sci
Unfinish'd things o:e knows not what to call, Primula gens horum est, premiturquibus Anglia, Their generation's so equirocal; quantum
To tell 'em, wou'd a hundred tongues require, Imperfecta scatent ripis animalcula Nili, Futile, abortivum genus, & prope nominis expers,
Or one vain wit's, that might a hundred tire. Usque adeo æquivoca est, e quá generantur,
origo. Hos centum nequeunt linguæ numerare, nec una Unias ex ipsis, quæ centum sola fatiget.
At tu qui famam simul exigis atque redunas But you who seek to give and merit fame, Pro meritis, criticique affectas nobile nomen. And just!y bear a critic's noble name, Metitor te ipsum, prudensque expendits quæ sit Be sure yourself and your own reach to know, Judicii, ingenii tibi, doctrinæque facultas; How far your genius, taste, and learning go. Si qua profunda nimnis, cauto vitentor, & ista Lanch not beyond your depth, but be discreet Linea, quâ coeunt stupor ingeniunique, notator. And mark that point where sense and dulness Qui finem imposuit rebus Deus omnibus aptum, Humanj vanum ingenii restrinxit acumen. Nature to a}l things fix'd the limits fit, Qualis ubi oceani vis nostra irrumpit in arva,
And wisely curb'd proud man's pretending wit. Tunc desolatas alibi denudat arenas;
As on the land while here tlic ocean gains, Sic animæ reminiscendi dum copia restat, In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains. Cunsilii gravioris abest plerumque potestas;
This in the soul, while memory prevails, Ast ubi Phantasiæ fulgent radiantja tela,
The solid pow'r of understanding fails; Mnemosyne teneris cum formis victa liquescit. Where beams of warm imagination play, Ingenio tantum Musa uni sufficit una,
The memory's soft figuris melt away. Tanta ars est, tantilla scientia nostra videtur : One science ouly will one genius fit: Non solum ad certas artes astric: a sequendas, So vast is art, so narrow human wit: Srpe has non nisi quâdam in simplice parte se- Not only bounded 10 peculiar arts, quatur.
But oft in those confin'd to single parts. Deperdas partos utcunque labore triumphos, Like kings we lose the co: quests gain'd before, Dum plures, regum instar, aves acquirere lauros; By vain ambitou still to make them more. Sed sna tractatu facilis provincia coique est, Each might his several province well comunand, Si non, que pulchre sciat, ut vulgaria, temnat. Wunld all but stoop to what they understand.
Naturam sequere imprimis, atque illius æquà First follow Nature, and your judgment frame Judicium ex noi mà fingas, quæ nescia fecti : By her just standard, which is still the same. Jila etenim, sine late micans, ab originc diya, Unerring Nature, sili divinely bright, Clarâ, constanti, lustrantique omnia luce, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Vitamque, speci'mqne, & vires omnibus addat, Life, force, and beauty, must 10 all impart, Et fons, & finis simul, atque criterion artis. At once the source, and end, and test of art. Quærit-opes ex boc thesauro ars, & sine pompa Art from that fund each just snpply provides, Præsidet, & nullas turbas facit inter agendum. Works without show, and without pomp presides: Talis rjvida vis formoso in corpore mentis, In some fair body thus th' informing suul Lætitiam toti inspirans & robora massa, With spirits feeds, with rigour fills the whole, Ordinat & motus, & nervos sostinet omnes, Each motion guides, and every nerve sustaius ; Inter opus varium tamen ipsa abscondita fallit. Itself unseen, but in th' effect, remains. Sæpe is, cui magnum ingenium Deus addidit, There are whom lear'n has blest with store of idem
Yet want as much again to manage it; Indigus est majoris, ut hoc benè calleat uti; For wit and judgment ever are at strife, Ingeniui nam judicio velut uxor habendum est Though mcant cach other's aid, like mau and
Atque viro, cui fas ut pareat, usque repugnat.
'Tis more to guide, than spur, the Muse's steed; Musæ quadrupedem labor est inhibere capistro,
Restrain bis fury, than provoke his speed;
Those rules of old discover'd, not devis'd, Non inventa fuit criticis; debetque profecto
Are Nature still, but Nature methodiz'd : Naturæ ascribi, sed enim quam lima polivit; Nature, like monarchy, is but restrain'd Vul'as naturæ divina monarchia leges,
By the same laws, which first herself ordain'd.
Qualibus, audistin' resonat celeberrima normis Hear how learn'd Greece her useful rules in.
dites, Illa suis sistit Parnassi in vertice natos,
When to suppress, and when indulge our flights! Et, quibus ascendêre docet, salebrosa viarum,
High on Parnassus' top her sons she show'd, Sublim que inanu dona immortalia monstrat,
And pointed out those arduous paths they trod, Atque æquis reliquos procedere passibus urget.
Held from afar, aloft, th’immortal prize,
And urg'd the rest by equal steps to rise.
She drew from them what they deriv'd from Hea-
The generous critic fann'd the poet's fire, (vin, Et fretus ratione docet præcepta placendi.
And taught the world with reason to admire. Ars critica officiosa Cananæ servit, & ornat
Then Criticism the Muse's handmaid prov'd, Egregias veneres, pluresque irretit amautes.
To dress bercharms, and make her more belov'd: Nunc iero dccti longè diversa sequentes,
But following wits from that intention stray'd : Contempti duminæ, vilem petierè ministram ;
Who could not win the mistress woo'd the maid : Pri priaque in miseros verterunt tela poetas,
Against the poets their own charms they turn'd, Discipulique suos pro more odêre magistros.
Sure to hate most the men from whom they learn'de Haud aliter sanè nostrates pharmacopolæ
So modern 'pothecaries taught the art, Ex medicûm crevit quibus ars plagiaria chartis,
By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part, Aucaces errorum adhibent sine mente medelas,
Bold in the practice of mistaken rules, Et veræ Hipp«cratis jactant convicia proli.
Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools. Hi veterum autborum scriptis rescuntur, & ipsos Some on the leaves of ancient authors prey, Veroicnlos, & tempus edax vicêre vorando.
Nor time, nor mothse'er spoil'd so much as they. Stuluitiá simplex ille, & sine divite venà,
Some dryly plain, without invention's aid, Carmina quo fiant pacto miserabile narrat.
Write dull receipts how poems should be made ; Doctrinam ostentans, mentem alter perdidit These lose the sense their learning to display,
And those explain the meaning quite away. omnem, Atque alter nodis vafer implicat enodando.
You then whose judgment the right course wou'd Tu quicunque cupis judex procedere rectè,
Know well each ancient's proper character, (steer,
His fable, subject, scope of ev'ry page,
Without all these at once before your eyes,
Cavil you may, but never criticize. Scurra, cavilator—criticus mibi non eris unquam.
Be Homer's works your study and delight, llias esto tibi studiuin, tibi sola voluptas,
Read them by day and meditate by night. [bring, Perque diem lege, per noctes meditare serenas;
Thence form your judgment, thence your notions Hinc tibi judicium, binc ortum sententia ducat,
And trace the Muses upward to their spring.
Still with itself compar'd, bis text peruse;
But when t'examiue every part he came,
Learn hence for ancient rules a just esteem,
To copy Nature, is to copy them.
3 Nec enim artibus editis factum est ut argu-
Virg. Ecl. 6.
At vero virtos restat jam plurima, nullo
Some beauties yet, no precepts can declare,
s If where the rules not far enough extend, Quasque attingere nil nisi summa peritia possit. (Since rules were made but to promote their end) Regula quandocunque minus diffusa videtur,
Some lucky license answers to the full
May boldly deviate from the common track.
(As kings disperse with law's themselves have
And have, at least, their precedent to plead.
Seizes your fame, and puts his laws in force. Hoc semper tamen evites, nisi te gravis urget I know there are, to whose presumptuous Nodus, præmonstrantque authorum exempla pri
thoughts Ni facias, criticus totam implacabilis iram[orum. Those freer beauties, ev’n in them, seem faults. Exercet, turpique notâ tibi nomen inurit. Some figures monstrous, and mis-shap'd appear,
Sed non me latuêre, quibus sua liberiores Consider'd singly, or bebeld too near, Has veterum veneres vitio dementia vertit.
Which, but proportivo'd to their light, or place, Et quædam tibi signa quidem monstrosa videntur, Due distance reconciles to form and grace. Si per se vel perpendas, propriorave lustres, A prudent chief not a'ways must display, Quæ rectâ cum constituas in luce locoque, His pow'rs in equal ranks, and fair array ; Formam conciliat distantia justa venustam. But with th' occasion, and the place comply, Nop aciem semper belli dux callidus artis Conceal bis force, nay, sometimes seem to fly. Instrnit æquali sèrie ordinibusque decoris, Those oft are stratagems which errours seem, Sed se temporibusque locoque accomodat, agmen Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream. Celando jam, jamque fugæ simulachra ciendo.
Still green with bays each ancient altar stands, Mentitur speciem erroris sæpe astus, & ipse Above the reach of sacrilegions hands; Somniat emunctus judex, non dormit Homerus.
Secure from flames, from envy's fiercer rage, Aspice, laurus adhuc antiquis vernat in aris, Destructive war, and all-devouring age. <bring Quas rabida violare manus non amplius audent ; See, from each clime the learn'd their incense Flamiparum a rabie tutas, Stygiæque veneno Hear in all tongues consenting peans ring! Jovidiæ, Martisque minis & morsibus ævi.
In praise so just let ev'ry voice be join't ; Docta caterva, viden ! fert ut fragrantia thura ; And fill the general chorus of mankind ! Audin omnigenis resonant præconia linguis! Hail, bards iriumphant! born in happier days, Laudes usque adeo meritas vox quæque rependat | Immortal heirs of nniversal praise ! Humanique simul generis chorus omnis adesto. Whose honours with increase of ages grow, Salvete, 0 vates ! nati melioribus annis,
As streams roll down enlarging as they now! Manus & immortale æternæ laudis adepti!
Nations unborn your mighty wames shall sound, Queis juvenescit honos longo maturior ævo, And worlds applaud that must not yet be found ! Dítior ut diffundit aquas, dum defnt amnis !
Oh! may some spark of your celestial fire Vos populi mundique canent, sacra nomina, quos į The last, the meanest of your sons inspire, jam (That on weak wings from far pursues your flights
, Inventrix (sic djis visum est) non contigit ætas ! Glows while he reads, but trembles as he writes) Pars aliqua, o utinam ! sacro scintillet ab igae To teach vain wits a science little kuown, 'Jlli ; qui vestra, est extrema & humillima proles !
T'admire superior sense, and doubt their own. (Qui longe sequiter vos debilioribus alis Lector magnanimus, sed enim, sed scriptor inau- s Neq're tam sancła sunt ista præcepta, sed Sic critici vani
, me præcipiente, priores (dax) hoc quicquid est, utilitas excogitavit ; Mirari, arbitrioque suo diffidere discant.
gabo autem, sic utile est plerumque; rerum si eadem illa nobis aliud suadebit utilitas, hanc, re. lictis magistrorum autoritatibus, sequemur,
QUIXT. lib. 2, cap. 13.