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Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the Stream.
The ftream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a fhelter from her boughs receives,
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's Coolness spite of Summer's rays.



THIS, with the exception of the Imitation of Waller, is by far the best of Pope's Imitations. What he has written as defcriptive of the characteristic ftyle of Chaucer and Spenfer, is as unlike, except in the metre, as it is offenfive and difgufting: the turn of expreffions, the laboured elegance, the ornamented con. ceits, and the general caft of Cowley's poetical embellishments, are here most admirably hit off; but in this Imitation, poffibly it was so intended, Pope confounds the seasons, I think, with injuftice to Cowley, if it was intended; and if not, with his general want of correctness, where he speaks of trees and flowers, &c. He calls foft Carnations the humble glories of the youthful "Spring;" but most probably the gaudy inaccuracy of flow'ry description, was what Pope had in view.




WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,
Proud Grief fits fwelling in her eyes;

The Sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the Ocean firft did rise:

And thus through Mifts we see the fun,
Which else we durst not gaze upon.

These filver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day:

So from one Cloud foft fhow'rs we view,

And blasting lightnings burst away. The Stars that fall from Celia's eye, Declare our Doom in drawing nigh.

The Baby in that funny Sphere

So like a Phaëton appears,

That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare,
Thought fit to drown him in her tears:

Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph afpire,
To fet, like him, Heav'n too on fire.



VER. 13. The Baby in that funny Sphere] The expreffion of the "Baby on eyes," is fo common among our early writers of profe and verfe, that perhaps it need not be pointed out.

curs very

often in Burton's Anatomy.

EXACTLY in the tafte of Lopes de Vega, who, fpeaking of a fhepherdefs weeping near the fea-fide, fays, "The ocean advances to collect her tears, and enclosing them in fhells, converts them into pearls." WARTON.

In Churchill's collection of Voyages, there are fome lines written by one of the poor people who were left to perish on the coaft of Greenland, in which the idea of their tears being preserved by the froft to the laft day, is introduced. The idea is too fanciful; but fome of the lines are beautiful, and many of the thoughts very natural and affecting.



THE verfes on Silence are a fenfible imitation of the Earl of Rochefter's on Nothing; which piece, together with his Satire on Man from the fourth of Boileau, and the tenth Satire of Horace, (which in truth is excellent,) are the only pieces of this profligate Nobleman which modefty or common sense will allow any man to read. Rochefter had much energy in his thoughts and diction; and though the ancient Satirifts often use great liberty in their expreffions, yet, as the ingenious Hiftorian obferves, "Their freedom no more resembles the licence of Rochester, than the nakedness of an Indian does that of a common prostitute."

Pope, in this imitation, has discovered a fund of solid fense, and just observation upon vice and folly, that are very remarkable in a perfon fo extremely young as he was at the time of compofing it. I believe, on a fair comparison with Rochester's lines, it will be found, that although the turn of the Satire be copied, yet it is excelled. That Rochefter fhould write a Satire on Man, I am not furprized; it is the business of the libertine to degrade his species, and debafe the dignity of human nature, and thereby destroy the moft efficacious incitements to lovely and laudable actions. But that a writer of Boileau's purity of manners fhould represent his kind in the dark and difagrecable colours he has done, with all the malignity of a difcontented Hobbift, is a lamentable perverfion of fine talents, and is a real injury to fociety. It is a fact worthy the attention of those who ftudy the history of learning, that the grofs licentiousness and applauded debauchery of Charles the Second's court proved almoft as pernicious to the progrefs of polite literature and the fine arts, that began to revive after the Grand Rebel. lion, as the gloomy fuperftition, the abfurd cant, and formal hypo. crify, that difgraced this nation during the ufurpation of Cromwell. WARTON.

Hume's Hiftory of Great Britain, vol. ii. p. 434.

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SILENCE! Coeval with Eternity ;

Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be,

'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee.


Thine was the fway, ere heav'n was form'd, or earth,

Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth.


Then various elements, against thee join'd,

In one more various animal combin'd,

And fram'd the clam'rous race of bufy Human-kind.


The tongue mov'd gently firft, and speech was low, Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abusive foe.

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