On the crack'd stage the bedlam heroes roar'd, 100 felves. Nor can the poet whofe labours are his daily bread be delivered from this cruel neceffity, unless fome more certain encou ragement can be provided than the bare uncertain profits of a third day, and the theatre be put under fome more impartial management than the jurisdiction of players. Who write to live must unavoid ably comply with their tafte by whofe approbation they fubfift; fome generous prince, or prime minifter like Richlieu, can only find a remedy. In his epiftle dedicatory to The Spanish Friar, this incomparable poet thus cenfures himself: "I remember fome verfes of my own Maximin and Almanzor "which cry vengeance upon me for their extravagance, &c. All "I can fay for those paffages, which are, I hope, not many, is, that "I knew they were bad enough to please even when I wrote them; "but I repent of them among my fins; and if any of their fellows "intrude by chance into my prefent writings, I draw a stroke over "thofe Dalilahs of the theatre, and am refolved I will settle myself "no reputation by the applaufe of fools: it is not that I am mor"tified to all ambition, but 1 fcorn as much to take it from half"witted judges as I fhould to raise an estate by cheating of bubbles: "neither do I difcommend the lofty ftyle in tragedy, which is pompous and magnificent; but nothing is truly fublime that is not juft " and proper." This may ftand as an unanswerable apology for Mr. Dryden against his critics; and likewife for an unquestionable authority to confirm thofe principles which the foregoing poem pretends to lay down; for nothing can be juft and proper but what is built upon truth. Deem then the people's, not the writer's, fin 105 He vies for fame with ancient Rome and Greece. Inform'd by them we need no foreign guide: 115 120 From pulpits banish'd, from the court, from love, Forfaken Truth feeks thelter in the grove: Cherish, ye Mufes! the neglected fair, 123 And take into your train the abandon'd wanderer. *Earl of Mulgrave's Effay upon Poetry, and Lord Rofcommon's upon Tranflated Verfe. THE RELIEF. Of two reliefs to ease a love-fick mind, 'Tis the most pleasant, and the quickest cure. DEFINITION OF LOVE. Love is begot by Fancy, bred By Ignorance, by Expectation fed, FOR LIBERALITY. THO' fafe thou think'ft thy treafure lies, Pimps, whores, and bawds, a thankless crew, Priefts, pickpockets, and lawyers too, All help by feveral ways to drain, The liberal are fecure alone, 4 5 ΤΟ Thanking themselves for what they gain. For what we frankly give for ever is our own. 14 A RECEIPT FOR VAPOURS. "WHY pines my dear?" to Fulvia, his young bride, Who weeping fat, thus aged Cornus cry'd. 5 [wife! 9 "Alas!" faid fhe, "fuch vifions break my reft, "Alas!" he cries; "ah me! O cruel cure! 15 20 25 With tears of joy fresh gufhing from his eyes, "O wondrous power of art!" old Cornus cries; "Amazing change! aftonishing fuccefs! "Thrice happy I! what a brave Doctor's this!" 30 Maids, wives, and widows, with fuch whims opprest, May thus find certain ease-Probatum eft. MRS. CLAVERING* SINGING. WH HEN We behold her angel face, Or when the fings with heav'nly grace, In what we hear or what we fee, The melting foul, in rapture loft, Knows not which charm enchants it moft. Sounds that made hills and rocks rejoice, No charms like Clavering's voice furprise, Except the magic of her eyes. * Afterwards Lady Cowper. 32 12 |