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a And wand'ring oft the crowded streets along, 655
skies, The accidental graces as they rise ; b And while each present form the fancy warms, 665 Swift on thy tablets fix its fleeting charms.
To Temperance all our liveliest powers we owe, She bids the judgment wake, the fancy flow; For her the Artist shuns the fuming feast, The midnight roar, the Bacchanalian guest, 670 And seeks those softer opiates of the soul, The social circle, the diluted bowl : Crown'd with the freedom of a single life, He flies domestic din, litigious strife ;
Perque vias, vultus hominum, motusque notabis
d Mox quodcumque mari, terris, et in aëre pulchrum
a LXVIII. The Method of catching natural Passions.
b LXIX. Of the TableBook.
C LXVIII. Affectus inobservati et naturales.
d LXIX. Non desint Pugillares.
Abhors the noisy haunts of bustling trade,
675 And steals serene to solitude and shade; There calmly seated in his village bower, He gives to noblest themes the studious hour, While Genius, Practice, Contemplation join To warm his soul with energy divine;
680 For paltry gold let pining misers sigh, His soul invokes a nobler deity ; Smit with the glorious avarice of fame, He claims no less than an immortal name; Hence on his fancy just conception shines, 685 True judgment guides his hand, true taste refines. Hence ceaseless toil, devotion to his art, , A docile temper, and a generous heart; Docile, his sage preceptor to obey, Generous, his aid with gratitude to pay;
690 Blest with the bloom of youth, the nerves of health, And competence, a better boon than wealth.
Great blessings these! yet will not these empower His tints to charm at every labouring hour : All have their brilliant moments, when alone 695 They paint as if some star propitious shone.
Secessus procul à turba, strepituque remotos,
Infami tibi non potior sit avare peculî
Yet then, e'en then, the hand but ill conveys
705 And chills the warmth of youth in
vein. Rise then, ye youths, while yet that warmth in
spires, While yet nor years impair, nor labour tires, While health, while strength are yours, while that
Which shone auspicious on your natal day,
Distat ab ingenio longè manus. Optima doctis
Quare agite, O Juvenes, placido quos sidere natos
While new to beauty's charms, your eager soul
720 e When duly taught each geometric rule, Approach with awful step the Grecian school, The sculptured relics of her skill survey, Muse on by night, and imitate by day; No rest, no pause, till, all her graces known, 725 A happy habit makes each grace your own.
As years advance, to modern masters come, Gaze on their glories in majestic ROME; Admire the proud productions of their skill, Which VENICE, PARMA, and Bologna fill : 730 And, rightly led by our preceptive lore, Their style, their colouring, part by part, explore. See RAFFAELLE there his forms celestial trace, Unrivall’d sovereign of the realms of grace:
Pura nitet mens, et rerum sitibunda novarum,
f In geometrali prius arte parumpèr adulti
Mox, ubi judicium emensis adoleverit annis,
Hos apud invenit Raphael miracula summo
f LXX. Ordo Studiorum.
e LXXX. The Method of Studies for a young Painter.
See ANGELO, with energy divine,
735 Seize on the summit of correct design: Learn how, at Julio's birth, the Muses smiled, And in their mystic caverns nursed the child; How, by th' Aonian powers their smile bestow'd, His pencil with poetic fervour glow'd ;
740 When faintly verse Apollo's charms convey'd, He oped the shrine, and all the god display'd : His triumphs more than mortal pomp adorns, With more than mortal rage his battle burns ; His heroes, happy heirs of fav’ring fame,
745 More from his art than from their actions claim.
Bright, beyond all the rest, CORREGGIO Aings His ample lights, and round them gently brings The mingling shade. In all his works we view Grandeur of style, and chastity of hue.
750 Yet higher still great Titian dared to soar, He reach'd the loftiest heights of colouring's power; His friendly tints in happiest mixture flow, His shades and lights their just gradations know ; His were those dear delusions of the art, That round, relieve, inspirit every part;
755 Hence deem'd divine, the world his merit own'd, With riches loaded, and with honours crown'd.
Quidquid erat formæ scivit Bonarota potenter.