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And then a nodding beam, or pig of lead,
(i) Go, lofty poet! and in fuch a crowd, Sing thy fonorous verse---but not aloud. Alas! to grottos and to groves we run, To eafe and filence, ev'ry Mufe's fon : Blackmore himfelf, for any grand effort, Would drink and dofe at Tooting or Earl's-court. How shall I rhyme in this eternal roar? How match the bards whom none e'er match'd before? 115
(k) The man, who, ftretch'd in Ifis' calm retreat,
Hac rabiofa fugit canis, hac lutulenta ruit fus.
(k) Ingenium, fibi quod vacuas defumfit Athenas,
Ver. 113. Tooting---Earl's-court.] Two village, within a few miles of London.
The boys flock round him, and the people
So ftiff, fo mute! fome ftatue you would fwear,
And here, while town, and court, and city roars,
(1) The Temple late two brother-ferjeants faw, Who deem'd each other oracles of Law; With equal talents, thefe congenial fouls, One lull'd th' Exchequer, and one ftumn'd the Rolls; Each had a gravity would make you split, And thook his head at Murray, as a wit. 'Twas, Sir, your law"----and, "Sir, your elo: 66 quence."
"Yours, Cowper's manner----and yours, Talbot's "fenfe."
[m] Thus we difpofe of all poetic merit, Yours Milton's genius, and mine Homer's fpirit. Call Tibbald Shakefpear, and he'll wear the nine, Dear Cibber! never match'd one ode of thine.
Plerumque, et rifu populum quatit; hic ego rerum
(7) Frater erat Romæ confulti rhetor; ut alter Alterius fermone meros audiret honores: Gracchus ut hic illi, foret huic ut Mucius ille. Qui minus argutos vexat furor ifte poetas?
Carmina compono, hic elegos; mirabile vifu, latumque novem Mufis opus. afpice primum, Quanto cum faftu, quanto molimine circum
Lord! how we ftrut thro' Merlin's Cave, to fee
"Or, I'm content, allow me Dryden's strains, 145
Spectemus vacuam Romanis vatibus ædem.
Mox etiam (fi forte vacas) fequere, et procul audi,
Ver. 129. Merlin's Cave,] In the royal gardens at Richmond. By this it fhould feem, as if the collection of poetry, in that place, was not to our author's taffe.
Ver. 140. But Stephen.] Mr Stephen Duck, a modest and worthy man, who had the honour (which many, who thought themfelves his betters in poetry, had not) of being esteemed by Mr Pope.
 In vain, bad rhymers all mankind reject, They treat themselves with moft profound refpect; 'Tis to fmall purpose that you hold your tongue, Each prais'd within, is happy all day long; But how feverely with themselves proceed The men, who write fuch verfe as we can read? Their own ftrict judges, not a word they spare, That wants or force, or light, or weight, or care, Howe'er unwillingly it quits its place, 161 Nay tho' at court (perhaps) it may find grace: Such they'll degrade; and fometimes, in its stead, [o] In downright charity revive the dead; Mark where a bold expreffive phrafe appears, 165 Bright thro' the rubbish of fome hundred years; Command old words that long have flept, to wake, Words, that wife Bacon or grave Raleigh spake;
(2) Ridentur mala qui componunt carmina: verum Gaudent fcribentes, et fe venerantur, et ultro, Si taceas, laudant; quidquid fcripfere, beati. At qui legitimum cupiet feciffe poema, Cum tabulis animum cenforis fumet honefti : Audebit quæcunque parum fplendoris habebunt, Et fine pondere erunt, et honore indigna ferentur, Verba movere loco; quamvis invita recedant, Et verfenter adhuc intra penetralia Veste: (a) Obfcurata diu populo bonus eruet, atque Proferet in lucem fpeciofa vocabula rerum, Que prifcis memorata Catonibus atque Cethegis, Nunc fitus informis premit et deferta vetuftas: Adfcifcet nova, quæ genitor produxerit ufus: Vehemens et liquidus, puroque fimillimus amni, Fundet opes, Latiumque beabit divite lingua :
Or bid the new be English, ages hence,
[p] If fuch the plague and pains to write by rule,
Luxuriantia compefcet: nimis afpera fano