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When noble and ignoble herd,
But let the century be paft, Are govern'd by a single word;
And we have taste and wit at lift; Though, like the royal Germandantes,
For at that period Moderns too It bears an hundred Chriftian names;
Just turn the corner of Virtù. As Genius, Fancy, Judgment, Gout,
But merit now has little claim Whim, Caprice, Je-ne-scai-quoi, Virtù
To any meed of present fame, Which appellations all describe
For tis not worth that gets you friends, Taste, and the modern tasteful tribe.
'Tis excellence that most offends. Now bricklay'rs, carpenters, and joiners,
If, Proteus-like, a GARRICK's art, With Chinese artists, and designers,
Shews taste and skill in every part ; Produce their schemes of alteration,
If, ever just to nature's plan, To work this wondrous reformation.
He is in all the very man, The useful dome, which secret stood,
E’en here shall Envy take her aim. Embosom'd in the yew-tree's wood,
write, and blame. The trav'ler with amazement fees
The JEALOUS WIFE, tho'chastly writ, A temple, Gothic, or Chinese,
With no parade of frippery wit, With many a bell, and tawdry rag on,
Shall set a scribbling, all at once, And crested with a sprawling dragon ;
Both giant wit, and pigmy dunce; A wooden arch is bent altride
While Critical Reviewers write, A ditch of water, four foot wide,
Who shew their teeth before they bite, With angles, curves, and zigzag lines,
And sacrifice each reputation, From Halfpenny's exact designs.
From wanton false imagination. In front, a level lawn is seen,
These observations, rather stale, Without a shrub upon the green,
May borrow spirit from a tale. Where Taste would want its first great law,
GENIUS, a bustling lad of parts, But for the skulking, ny ha-ha,
Who all things did by fits and starts, By whose miraculous assistance,
Nothing above him or below him, You gain a prospect two fields distance.
Who'd make a riot or a poem, And now from Hyde-Park Corner come
From excentricity of thought, The Gods of Athens, and of Rome.
Not always do the thing he ought ; Here squabby Cupids take their
But was it once his own election, With Venus, and the clumsy Graces :
Would bring all matters to perfection ;, Apollo there, with aim so clever,
Would act, design, engrave, write, paints Stretches his leaden bow for ever ;
But neither from the last constraint, And there without the pow'r to fly,
Who hated all pedantic schools, Stands fix'd a tip-toe Mercury.
And scorn'd the glofs of knowing fools, The villa thus completely grac'd,
That hold perfection all in all, All own that Thrifty has a Taste;
Yet treat it as mechanical. And Madam's female friends, and cousins,
And give the same sufficient rule With common-council-men, by dozens,
To make a poem, as a itool Flock every Sunday to the Seat,
From the first spring-time of his youth,
Was downright worshipper of truth;
Envy, a squint-ey'd, mere old maid,
A hag, so very, very thin,
Who could not for her soul abide
That folks shou'd praise, where she must chide,
Follow'd the youth where'er he went,
Would lies, and plots, and mischicf hatch, ADDRESSED TO WILLIAM HOGARTH, ESQ;
To ruin him and spoil the match.
Honour she held at bold defiance,
Talk'd much of Faerion, Gang, Alliance, N all profeffionary skill,
As if the real fons of taste There never was, nor ever will
Had clubb’d to lay a DESART waite. Be excellence, or exhibition,
In short, wherever GENIUS came, But fools are up in opposition ;
You'd find this Antiquated Dame ; Each letter'd, grave, pedantic dunce
Whate'er he did, where'er he went,
She follow'd only to torment;
Which decency or truth disclaims,
While all her business, toil, and care, The wisdom of his brother owl.
Was to depreciate, lye, compare, MODERNS! He hates the very name ;
To pull the Modest Maiden down, Your Antients have prescriptive claim :
And blast her fame to all the town.
The youth, inflam'd with conscious pride, Sure of success whene'er he tries, To Prince POSTERITY apply'd,
Should he forego the means to rise! Who gave his answer thưs in rhyme,
Suppose your watch a Graham make, By his chief minister Old Time.
Gold, if you will, for value's lake ; " Repine not at what peduóts say,
Its springs within in order due, " We'll bring thee forward on the way ;
No watch, when going, goes so true ; “ If wither'd ENVY Itrive to hurt
If ne'er wound up with proper care, • With lies, with impudence and dirt,
What service is it in the wear? " You only pay a common tax
Some genial spark of Phæbus' rays, “ Which fool, and knave, and dunče exacts. Perhaps within your bosum plays : " Be this thy comfort, this thy joy,
O how the puret rays aspire, “ Thy strength is in its prime, my boy,
If application fans the fire! " And every year the vigour grows,
Without it genius vainly tries, “ Impairs the credit of my foes.
Howe'er sometimes it seem to rise ! « Envy shall link, and be no more
Nay application will pretail, er Than what her NALÁDs were before ;
When briggart part and genius fail : * Mere excremental maggots, bred,
And now to lay my proof before ye, « In poet's toply-turvey head,
I here present you with a story. "i Born like a momentary fly,
In days of yore, when time was youngs « To flutter, bázz about, and die.
When birds convers'd as well as sung, " Yet, GENIUS, mark what i presage,
When use of speech was not confin'd, " Who look through ciery diftant age:
Merely to brutes of human kind; * Merit shall bless thee with her charms,
A forward Hare, of swiftness vain, “ FAME lift thy of pring in her arins,
The Genius of the neighb'ring plain, cd And stamp etetnity of grace
Wou'd oft deride the drudging croud : « On all thy numerous various race.
For Geniuses are ever proud. "" ROUBILLIAC, Wurton, names as high He'd boast, his flight 'twére vain to follow, i As Phidias of antiquity,
For dog and horse he'd beat them kollow's “ Shall strength, expression, manner give; Nay, it he put forth all his strength, 56 And make e'en marble breathe and live; Outstrip his brethren half a length. " While SIGISMUNDA's deep distress,
A Tortoise heard his vain oration, 66 Which looks the soul of wretchedrefs,
And vented thus his indignation. " When 1; with flow and soft'ning pen,
Oh Puss, it bodes thee dire disgracej “ Have gone v'er all the tints again,
When I defy thee to the race. * Shall urge a bold and proper claim
Come, 'tis e match, nay, no denial, 66 To level hálf the antient fame;
I lay my shell upon the trial. " While future ages yet unknown
'Twas done and gone, all fair, a bet; With critic air thall proudly owni
Judges prepar'd, and distance fet. " Thy HOGARTY first of every clime
The scamp'ring Hare outstrip the wind, " For humour keen, or Itrong sublime,
The creeping Tortoise ragg'd behind, « And hail Him from his, fire and spirit,
And scarce had pass'd a single pole, * The child of Genius and of MERIT."
When Puss had almost reach'd the goal:
Jog on a little fafter pr’ythec,
So said, so done, and safely sure,
Whene'er he wak'd (that's all that's in it
He could o'ertake him in a minute.
The tortoise heard his taunting jeera
But still resolv'd to perfevere,
l'll win, like Fabius, by delay ; How many bear the sacred name;
On to the goal securely crept, That never felt a real fame!
While Puss unknowing soundly flept. Proud of the fpecious appellation,
The bets were won, the Hare awake Thus fools have chriften dinclination.
When thus the victor tortoise spake.
Puss, tho' I own thy quicker parts,
Things are not always done by startsy Whate'er he tries with due attention,
You may deride my aukward pace,
But now and feady wins the racer
For though I grant, you've made it well,
Then raising high his cloven stumps
THE SATYR AND PEDLAR, 1757.
ORDS are, so Wollaston defines,
Of our ideas merely signs,
THE NIGHTINGALE, OWL, AND Means that alone, and nothing more,
understood. Sxamples we may find enough. Damn'd high, damh'd low, damrid finė, damrid ADDRESSED TO DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.
ftuff. So fares it too with its relatian. I mean its substantive, damnation.
ON TAS REPORT OF HIS RITIRING FROM THE The wit with metaphors makes bold;
STAGB, DEC. 1760.
YRITICKS, tiho like the scarecrows ftang
And with severity of sense; When every mead in snow is lost,
Drive all imagination thence, And ev'ry river bound with frost,
Say that in truth lies all sublime, When families get all together,
Whether you write in prose or rhyme. And feelingly talk o'er the weather
And yet the truth may lose its gracey Whenpox on the descriptive rhymes
If blurted to a person's face ; In short it was the winter time,
Especially if what you speak It was a Pedlar's happy lots
Shou'd crimson o'er the glowing cheek! To fall into a Satyr's cot:
For when you throw that Naver o'er him, Shiv'ring with cold, and almoft frozë,
And tumble out your praise before hims With pearly drop upon his nose,
However just the application, His fingers' ends all pinch'd to deatd,
It looks a-squint at adulation. Me blew upon them with his breath.
I would be honest and sincere, "Friend, quoth the Satyr, what intends
But not a flatterer, or severe. " That blowing on thy fingers' ënds ?
Need I be surly, rough, uncouth, " It is to warm them thus I blow,
That folks may think I love the truth ! For they are froze as cold as snow.
And she, good dame, with Beauty's Queans * And to inclement has it been
Was not at all times naked feen: « I'm like a cake of ice within."
For every boy, with Prior, knows, Come, quoth the Satyr, comfort, man!
By accident she lost her cloaths, I'll cheer thy infide, if I can;
When Falthood stole them to disguise You're welcome in my homely cottage
Her misbegotten brood of lies, To a warm fire, and mess of pottage.
Why should the prudish Goddess dwell This faid, the Satyr, nothing loths
Down at the bottom of a well, A bowl prepar'd of fav'ry broth;
But that she is in piteous fright, Which with delight the Pedlar view'lg
Left, rising up to mortal sight, As smoaking on the board it stood.
The modest world should heer and Aout héra But, though the very steam arose
With not a rag of choaths about her? With grateful ardour to his nose;
Yet she might wear a proper dress One single fip he ventur'd nots
And keep her effence ne'erthelefs. The gruel was so wond'rous hot.
So Delia's bosom still will rise, What can be done? with gentle puff
And fascinate her lover's eyes,
Though round her ivory neck the drawe ji
I hear it buzz'd about the table,
What can this lead to?. Sirs3 That I may get the liquor down •
A F A BL E.
When Birds allow'd the Eagles [way;
But birds, alas ! are apt to aim
The Manager their suit preferr'd : Both tun'd their pipes, and both were heard ; . Yet each their several praises missid, For both were heard, and both were hiss'd.
The Cuckow hence, with rancour stirr'd, (A kind of periodic bird, Of nasty hue, and body scabby No would-be-play-wright half so shabby) Reviles, abuses, and defaines, Screams from a branch, and calls hard names, And Itrikes at Nightingale or Lark, Like Lisbon ruffians, in the dark.
The Owl harangues the gaping throng
At length they had what they defird:
Garters yclept, and other trophies,
Thomas, who rode behind the car,
Slipt gently down and ran before 'em,
But, truth to say, I cannot tell
Methinks I hear the reader cry
Poor low-liv'd creature! I suppose,
But had our servants no more sense,
For if there was not to be found
My lady too might pique her grace
Than sense of honour will admit
Those evils wisely to prevent,
Thomas, whom I have nam'd before
The doors immediate open flew,
CÆCILIA met her with a smile
But ladies, skill'd in forms and arts
The forms, which ladies when they meet
Indiff'rent subjects first they chuse,
Dull politicks at length they quit,
T'other's existence is implied.
Malicious VENUS, who by rote
CÆCILIA too, with faint-like air,
Or -hums his congregation,
with pillars and with posts ;