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A thankful age shall pay her more,

Peace to all such, if peace can dwell Than all her troubles hurt before.

With those who bcar about a hell, See Shame and Scorn await on those

Who blaft all worth with envy's breath, Who poorly dar'd to be her foes,

By their own feelings ftung to death. But will the grateful voice of fame

None but a weak and brainless fool, Sink Truth, and GALILÆO's name?

Undisciplin'd in fortune's school, How wilful, obftinate, and blind,

Can hope for fivours from the wit : Are the main herd of human kind !

He pleads prescription to forget, Well said the Wit, who well had tried

Unnotic'd let him live or rot, That malice which his Parts defied,

And, as forgetful, be forgot, When merit's fun begins to break,

Most wags, whose pleasure is to smoke, The Dúncés ftretch, and strive to wake,

Wou'd rather lose their friend, than joke; And amity of Dunce with Dunce,

A man in rags looks something queer, Fingers out Genius all at once.

And there's vast humour in a sneer ; As you may find the honey out,

That jest, alike all witlings suits, By seeing all the flies about.

Which lies no further than the boots. All ugly Women hate a toast ;

Give me the man whose open mind The goodliert fruit is pick'd the most ;

Means social good to all mankind; The ivy winds about the oak,

Who when his friend, from fortune's round, And to the faireft comes the smoke.

Is toppled headlong to the ground, Escap'd the dangers of the deep,

Can meet him with a warm embrace, When GULLIVER fell fast alleep,

And wipe the tear from forrow's face; Stretch'd on the Lilliputian strand,

Who, not felf-taught and proudly wise, A Giant in a pigmy Land ;

Seeks more to comfort than advise, Watchful against impending harms,

Who less intent to shine than please, All Lilliput cried out, To arms;

Wears his own mirth with native eafe, The trumpets echoed all around,

And is from sense, from nature's plan, The Captain sept exceeding sound,

The jovial guest, the honest man; Though crowds of undistinguish'd fize

In short, whose picture, painted true, Affail'd his body, legs, and thighs,

In ev'ry point resembles you. While clouds of arrows flew apace,

And will my friend for once excuse,
And fell like feathers on his face.

This offering of a lazy muse ?
Most I zy, lett you think her not,
I'll dr:1w her picture on the spot.
A perfect ease the dame enjoys;

Three chairs her indolence employs :
On one she squats her cushion'd bum,

Which would not rise, though kings should come ;

An arm lolls dangling o'er another,
A leg lies couchant on its brother,

To make her look fupremely wise,
AN EPISTLE TO MR. W. WOTTY. Atleast like wisdom in disguise,

The weed which first by Raleigh brought,

Gives thinking looks instead of thought,
HE praise of Genius will offend

She smokes, and frokes ; without all feeling,
A foe no doubt, sometimes a friend; Save as the eddies climb the cieling,
But curse on genius, wit, and parts ;

And waft about their mild perfume, The thirst of science, love of arts,

She marks their passage round the room, If inconfiftent with the plan

When pipe forsakes the vacant mouth, Of social good from man to man.

A put of beer prevents her drought, For me, who will, may wear the bays,

Which with potations fortle deep I value not such idle praise :

Lulls the poor maudlin muse to neep. Let wrangling wits abuse, defame,

Her books of which th’as wond'rous needa And quarrel for an empty name,

But neither pow'r nor will to read, What's in this shuffling pace of rhyme,

In scatter'd tomes lie all around Or grand pas stride of stiff sublime,

Upon the lowest shelf-the ground. That vanity her trump should blow,

Such ease no doubt suits easy rhyme ; And look with scorn on folks below?

Folks walk about who write SUBLIMI, Are wit and folly close ally'd,

While RECITATION's pompous found And match'd like poverty, with pride?

Drawls words sonorous all around, When rival bards for fame contend,

And ACTION waves her hand and head, The poet often spoils the friend;

As those who bread and butter spread. Genius self-center'd feels alorie

You bards who feel not fancy's dearth, That merit he esteems his own,

Who strike the roof, and kick the earth, And cold, o'er-jealous, and severe,

Whose mufe fuperlatively high Hates, like a Turk, a brother near;

Take lodgings always near the sky; Malice steps in, good nature flies,

And like the lark with daring fight Milly prevails, and friend thip dies.

Still soars and lugs beyond our light;



May trumpet forth your grand sublime,

Your taste, as mine, all metre mult offend And scorn our lazy lounging rhyme.

When imitation is its only end. Yet though the lark in æther floats,

I could perhaps that servile task pursue, And trills no doubt diviner notes,

And copy CHURCHILL as I'd copy you, Carelefiy perch'd on yonder spray,

But that my flippant mule, too faucy growng
The linnet sings a pretty lay.

Prefers that manner the can call own.
What horrid, what tremendous sight
Shakes all my fabric with affright!
With Argus' hundred eys he marks,
With triple mouth the monster barks ;
And while he scatters flaming brands
BRIAR EUS lends hin all his hands.

Hift ! 'tis a critic.-Yes'tis he
What wou'd your graceless form with me?
Is it t' upbraid me with the crime

HOU child of nature, genius strong, Of spinning unlaborious rhyme, of stringing various thoughts together

Before whose light, Art's dim and feeble ray In verse, or prose, or both, or neither?

Gleams like the taper in the blaze of day : A vein, which though it must offend

Thou lov'it to steal along the secret shade, You lofty firs who can't descend,

Where Fancy, bright aerial maid ! To fainc has often made its way

Awaits thee with her thousand charms, From BUTLER, Prior, Swift, and GAY;

And revels in thy wanton arms ; Is it for this your brow austere

She to thy bed, in days of yore, Frowns me to stone for very fear?

The sweetly-warbling Shakspeare bore ; Hear my just reason first, and then

Whom every muse endow'd with every skill, Approve me right, or split my pen.

And dipt him in that sacred rill, I seek not by more labour'd lays

Whose filver streams flow musical along, To catch the flipp'ry tail of praise,

Where Phæbus' hallow'd mount resounds with raptur'à Nor will I run a mad career

song 'Gainst genius which I most revere ; When Phæbus bursts with genuine fire,

Forsake not thou the vocal choir, The little stars at once retire;

Their breasts revisit with thy genial fire, Who cares a farthing for those lays

Else vain the studied sounds of mimic art, Which you can neither blame, nor praise ?

Tickle the ear but come not near the heart. I cannot match a CHURCHILL's skill,

Vain every phrase in curious order set, But may be LANGHORNE when I will:

On each fide leaning on the (ftop-gap] epithet. Let the mere mimic, for each season bears Vain the quick rhyme still tinkling in the clore, Your mimic Bards as well as mimic play'rs. While pure description shines in measur'd prose, Creep servilely along, and with dull pains

Thou bear'ft aloof, and look'it with high dif. Lash his Now iteed, in whose enfeebled veins

dain, The cold blood lags, let him with fruitless aim

Upon the dull mechanic train; By borrow'd plumes assume a borrow'd fame, Whofe nerveless strains Aag on in languid tone. With studied forms th’incautious ear beguile, Lifeless and lumpith as the bagpipe's drowzy drone. And ape the numbers of a CHURCHILL's style. Slaves may some fame from imitation hope ;

No longer now thy altars blaze, Who'd be Paul WHITEHEAD, tho' he honours No poet offers up his lays ; Pope?

Inspired with energy divine, If clinking couplets in one endless chime

To worship at thy sacred shrine. Be the fole beauty, and the praise of rhyme;

Since taste' * with absolute domain, If found alone an easy triumph gains,

Extending wide her leaden reign, While fancy bleeds, and sense is hung in chains,

Kills with her melancholy shade Ye happy triflers hail the rising mode;

The blooming soyons of fair fancy's tree;
See, all Parnassus is a turnpike road,

Which erst full wantonly have stray'd
Where each may travel in the highway track In many a wreath of richest poesie.
On true bred hunter, or on common hack.

For when the oak denies her stay,
For me, who labour with poetic fin,

The creeping ivy winds her humble way; Who often woo the muse I cannot win,

No more she twists her branches round, Whom pleasure first a willing poet made,

But drags her feebie stem along the barren ground. And fully spoilt by taking up the trade, Pleas'd I behold superior genius fine,

Where then shall exil'd genius go? Nor ting'd with envy wish that genius mine.

Since only those the laurel claim,
TO CHURCHILL’s muse can bow with decent awe, And boatt them of the poet's name,
Admire his mode, nor make that mode my law : Whose sober rhymes in even tenour flow;
Both may, perhaps, have various pow'rs to please : Who prey on words, and all their flow'rets cull,
Be his the streNGTH of NUMBERS, mine the Coldly correct, and regularly dull.

Ease that rejects not, but betrays no care :

* By Tafte, is here meant the modern affectaron Less of the coxcomb than the sloven's airs

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Why fleep the sons of genius now?

En Illæ, quas Vos femper coluistis, Athenæ, Why, Wartons, rests she lyre unstrung?

Gratia quas voluit, quas fibi Musa domum. * And thou, blest bard! around whole sacred Hic sese ostendunt prisci monumenta laboris, brow,

Queis usa eit modulis Vitruviana Manus ; Great Pindar's delegated wreath is hung: Hic ftat Ventorum, Thesei hic venerabile Fanums Árise and snatch the majesty of song

Hic arce in fummâ, Cafta Minerva tuum. From dullness' servile tribe, and art's unhallow'd Omnia jam votis respondent. Attica jam funt, throng.

Omnia. Personæ, Fabula, Scena, Sales.

Quoque etiam magis hæ noftræ lætentur Athenæ, # Dr. Akenfide.

Cecropidas jactant Vos, recoluntque suos.

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S T Schola Rhetorices, celebrat quam crebra IN ADELPHO §. 1759.

Et tumido inflatos ejicit ore fonos.

YUM Patres Papulumque dolor communis
Quà quisque affumit tragicas novus histrio partes,

haberet, Nec loquitur, verbum quin fapit omne, pathos.

Fleret et Æmilium Maxima Roma suum,
Ingenia hic crescunt, mox fucceffura theatris,

Funebres inter ludos, his dicitur ipfis
Regis, amatoris, prompta subire vices.
Multus ibi furiis Macbetha agitatus iniquis,

Scenis extinctum condecorâffe ducem.

Ecquis adest, scenam nocte hâc qui spectet candem,
Elusâ telum prendit inane manu.

Nec nobis luctum sentiet esse parem?
Multus ibi, infuscat cui vultus fuber adultum

Utcunque arrist pulchris victoria cæptis,
Immodicis fævit raucus Othello minis.

Qua Sol extremas visit uterque plagas,
Omnia queis tragieis opus est, hic arma parantur ; Successus etiam medio de fonte Britannis
Auribus infidiæ sunt; oculisque suæ :

Surgit amari aliquid, legitimusque dolor.
Conatus manuumque, pedumque, orisque rotundi,

Si famæ generosa fitis, fi bellica virtus,
Certatim et vultûs vis, laterumque labor.

Ingenium felix, intemerata fides,
Quam sibi, dum gestu ftat fixus quifque filenti,

Difficiles laurus, ipfoque in flore juventæ
Quam placet a speculo forma reflexa fui !

Heu! nimium lethi præcipitata dies,
Hac ftudeant, cordi quibus ars et pompa theatri?

Si quid habent pulchrum hæc, vel fi quid amabile,
Non tamen eft nobis inde petendus honor.

Ingenua ut pubes vultum fibi fumat apertum,
Et fenfim affuefcat fortius ore loqui;

Efto tua hæc, WOLFi, laus, propriumque

Ne dubiis tandem verba eluctantia labris
Occludat timidus præpediatque pudur,

Nec moriere omnis-Quin usque corona vigebit,

Unanimis Britonûm quam tibi nectit amor.
Ingredimur svenam; nec clam Vos, Docta Corona,

Regia quin pietas marmor tibi nobile ponet,
Commoda ab hoc tenui quanta labore fluant.
Hinc SAPERE ET Fari discit generosa juventus,

Quod tua perpetuis prædicet acta notis.

Confluet huc studio visendi martia pubes,
Dum pavida accendit pectora laudis amor.

Sentiet et flammâ corda calere pari ;
Freti his, majorem mox ingrediemur arenam;

Dumque legit mediis cecidifle heroa triumphis,
Hic ftabilita vigent Curia, Roftra, Forum.


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IC nihil ad populum non pompa hic vana

Qualem ore attonito plebs inhiare folet:
Non scena hic fplendct inagicâ variabilis arte,

UANT A intus turba elt ! quanto molimine
Et fumit formas prodigiosa novas :

Non hic, labretó subvećłus fune per auras,

Accinctus cultro et forcipe, quisque caquus!
Mercurius celeres Itquc reditque vias :
Nec frena cærulea (urgent undofa papyro,

Monstrum informe maris-TISTUDO-in prandia
Nec resinato fulgurat igne polus:

Janua nec cæcos aperit furtiva receffius,

Quæ, varia, et fimplex, omnia fola fapia.
Unde minutatiın proferat umbra caput.

Pullina esca placet ?-vitulina -suilla ? bovina ?

Præsto eft.
Quin valeant levia hæc vulgi crepitacula! jactant

Hæc quadrupes fingula pisces

Et proprium, et fimplex, noftra theatra decus.

Heus! nemòn' audit ?fac sursum aulea trahantur!

gente Æthiopum conducitur Archimagirus,
-En! qualis qualis fit, NOVA SCENA patct.

Qui fecet, et coquial, et concoquat, arte nova. VOL, VIII.

Qui doctè contundat aromata ; mifceat aptè | Blanditur Servo, qui libertate vagatur,

Thus, apium, thyma, fal, cinnama, cepe, Exultans redit ad patriam carofque penates, piper.

Et gremio uxoris longis amplexibus hæret. Qui jecur et pulmonem in frusta minutula feindat, Deinde rotà strepitante fremit per colla Tyranni; Curetque ut penitus fint saturata mero.

Umbrarum ante oculos surgit chorus, improbus orco Multo uc ventriculus pulchré flavescat ab OVO; Quas dedit infontes; furiis agitatur accrbis

Ut tremulus, circum viscera, vernet adeps. Conscia mens, lectoque quies fimul exulat. Inde His rité instructis conchæ fint fercula! nam Tu, Si currus flectat, placidiffima munera fomni

Testudo! et patinis sufficis, atque cibo. Quà carpit Sceleris Purus; non territus ille Quam cuperem in laudes utriusque excurrere conchæ ! Spectrorum eft cætu, et fúriarum ultricibus iris,

Sed vereor Calipash dicere-vel Calipet. Sed molli potitur requie, aut fi fomniat umbræ Vos etia'n ad cænam mecum appellare juvaret, Delectant oculos gratæ ; prædulcis imago Veilem et rellicuas participare dapum.

Virtutis reficit mentem, et tellore reli&ta At sunt convivæ tam multi, tamque gulofi,

Radit iter liquidum cæli, fruiturque deorum ? Reftabit, metuo, nil nifi concha mihi. Colloquio felix. O Tu! quicunque beatumo

Te velis, et tuto tranquillum carpere fomnum;
1, pete, quo virtus ducit ! ne vindice curru
Mabba ferux inktet, vexentque cubilia curæ.
1, petc, quo virtus ducet ! te numine molli

Mabba teget, radetque levi tua pectora curru.

In Comitiis Posteribus, Apr. 5. 1753. SOMNIORUM PHÆNOMENIS.





Nonnunquam leviter cerebrum perftringit Amantis ; | A

IU M nox tellurem fuscis amplectitur alis,
Mablı atomos jungit celeres, et vecta per CARMINA AD NOBILISSIMUM THOMAM HOLLES

INSCRIPTA, CUM Inchoat affuetos simulatrix regia ludos,

CANTABRIGIENSEM Huic auriga culex tortum quatit usque flagellum,

THECÆ RESTITUENDÆ CAUSA INVISERET. Acceleratque fugam tardis; retinacula curius Erucæ sunt texta levis, radiique rotarum

Prid. Kjend. Maias, 1753.
Cruscula areneoli; currus, quem dente sciurus
Finxerat e coryli fructu, primæva vetuitas

Hunc Mabbae artificem memorat: lub nocte filenti
Hoc instructa modo egreditur, neque cernitur ulli.

UGUSTUS, Artium usque fautor optimus, Somniat ille faces jaculari et vulnera ocellos,

Hic mania haud iraulpicato numine Malarum labriquc rofas, perfufaque collo

Condi imperavit confecrata literis ;

Eo nitore & partium elegantiâ, Lilia: mox Medici digitos titillat, avarus

Ut invidenda fint vel illis Ædibus Mercedis dextram qui pandit, et acritur aurum

Quæ fæculorum voce comprobantium Ter captat; ter vana manus eludit imago.

Præ cæteris suberbiunt, justiffima
Nunc quoque fopito demulcet labra Puellæ ;

Romæ recentis & vetuftæ gloria.
Somniat illa procum, pulvinoque oscula libans
Absens absentem teneris amplectitur ulnis ;

Nec his fupellex digna decrit manibus,
Vå tibi, fi Lemurum videat Regina colorem

Er Vaticanæ, Bodleanæque æmula ;

Id Ilie abundè caverat, noviflimus
Mentitum fuco, vultusque ex arte nitentes!
Præcipites aget ira manus, lacerabit acuto

Dedit volenti jura qui Britanniæ.

Brunfvichianis fcilicet fanctiffimum eft
Ungue genas, fimul amista dulcedine fomni,
Osculaque, et tenues vanescit amator in auras.

Legesque tutari & fovere Literas,
Ampla Sacerdotis nonnunquam tranfvolat ora;
Continuo roftrum confcendens Hic thema trinas
Dividet in partes, exponendoque laborat,
Vel vigilem credas, adeo dormitat. Ad aures
Militis hinc migrats turbatur imagine belli AD CANCELLARIUM.
Fortis egues, gemitusque audit, ftrepitusque, tubarque,
Exilit, et paulum trepidans, infomnia diris
Devovet, in lecto prolabitur,-obdormifcit


Tu, qui docis Cami feliciter artes Nunc Rabulam palmâ mulcet, qui litibus aptus,

Protegis, Aonii duxque decufque chori, Defensoris agit caufam, actorisque peritus,

Quod Domus incipiat tam læto hæc omine condi, Innectenfque moras ad finem decipit ambos.

Quæ nec Bodleio cedat, id omne tuum eft: Sin cafu visat facilis regina Poetam,

Munera dant sumerosa manus procerumque patrum, Hunc fibi plaudentem deludit amabilis error,

que, Et riguos fontes, et amænos fomniat hortos;

Exemplo & monitis exstimulata tuis. Cum vero vigil ille domum exploraverit omnem,

Perge, fovere, Artes, nec vanum urgere laborem: Viderit et tristis quam fit fibi curta fupellex,

Tam pulchrum pulchrè Musa rependet opis. Quam vellet semper dormire ! -Volubilis inde

Hæc moies quanquam ipfa ruet ; monumenta, C* Judices invehitur trans nasum, et naribus illi Emuncto fubolet caufa. Inerdumat Der felton Quæ condent, nullo unt ruitura die;



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Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r

Quàque hedera antiquas focia complectitur umbia
The moping owl does to the moon complain Turres, feralis lugubre cantat avis ;
Of such as wand'ring near her secret bow'r

Et ftrepit ad lunam, fi quis sub nocte vagetur
Moleft her ancient, solitary reign.

Imperium violans, Cynthia Diva, tuum.
Beneath those rugged elms, the yew-tree's shade, Has propter veteres ulmos, taxique sed umbrâ

Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Qua putris multo cespite turget humus,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,

Dormit, in æternum dormit, gens prisca colonům,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet Neep.

Quisque suâ anguftâ conditus usque domo.
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, Hos nec mane novum, Zephyrique fragrantior aura,

The swallow twitt'ring from the itraw-built shed, Nec gallus vigili qui vocat ore diem,
The cock's Shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, Nec circumvolitans quæ ftridula garrit hirundo
No more thall rouse them from their lowly bed. Stramineumque altâ sub trabe figit opus,

Undique nec cornu vox ingeminata fonantis

Æterno elicient hos, repetentque toroa
Eor them no more the blazing hearth fhall burn, Amplius his nunquam conjux bene fida marita
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:

Ingeret ardenti grandia ligna foco ;
No children run to lisp their fire's return,

Nec reditum expect ans domini sub vespere sero
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to thare.

Excoqnet agrestes officiosa dapes ;
Nec curret raptim genitoris ad oscula proles,

Nec reducem agnoscent æmula turba patrem
Oft did the harvelt to their fickle yield,

Quam fæpe Hi rastris glebam fregere feracem ?
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke! Sæpe horum cecidit falce resecta leges.
How jocund did they drive their team afield! Quam læti egerunt ftridentia plauftra per agros,
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Et stimulis tardos increpuere boves !

Horum sylva vetus quam concidit icta bipenni,

Quaque ruit latè vi tremefecit hunum!
Let not ambition mock their useful toil,

Ne tamen Ambitio rifu male læta maligno
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;

Sortemve, aut lurus, aut rude temnat opus !
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,

Nec fronte excipiat ventosa Superbia torvâ
The short and fimple annals of the poor.

Pauperis annales, historiafque breves !
The boast of heraldry the pomp of pow'r,

Et generis jactatus honos, dominatio regum,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Quicquid opes, quicquid forma dedêre boni.
Await alike th' inevitable hour :

Supremam fimul hanc expectant omnia noctem a
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Scilicet ad lethum ducit honoris iter.
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,

Nolite hos humiles culpæ infimulare, Superbi,
If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Quod domini oftendant nulla trophæa decus,
Where through the long-drawn ise and fretted vault Quà canit amiffum longo ordine turba patronum,
The pealing anthem (wells the note of praise, Clarosque ingeminant claustra profunda conos.


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