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59 Carmine Dii superi placantur, carmine Manes 59 Our ancient gentry, frugal, bold, and rough, 60 Agricolæ prisci, fortes, parvoque beati,
Were farmers, yet liv'd happily enough; 61 Condita post frumenta, levantes tempore festo 60 They, when in barns their corn was safely laid, Corpus, et ipsum animum spe finis dura feren Por harvest-homes great entertainments made, tem,
The well-rubb'd tables crack'd with beef and Cum sociis operum, et pueris, et conjuge fida;
pork, Tellurem porco, Sylvanum lacte piabant,
And all the supper shar'd who shar'd the work; Floribus et vino Genium, memorem brevis ævi. 61 Tbis gave freeholders first a taste for eating, 62 Fescepnina per hunc inventa licentia morem And was the source of all election-treating; Versibus alternis opprobria rustica fudit;
62 A while their jests, though merry, yet were wise, 63 Libertasque recurrentes accepta per annos And they took none but decent liberties.
Lusit amabiliter, donec jam sævus apertam Brandy and punch at length such riots bred, 64 In rabiem verti cæpit jocus, et per honestas 63 No sober family could sleep in bed :
Ire domos impunè minax: doluere cruento 64 All were alarm'd, even those who had no hurt 65 Dente lacessiti : fuit intactis quoque cura
65 Callid in the law, to stop such dangérons sport. Conditione super communi: quin etiam lex 66 Rich citizens at length new arts bronght down 66 Pænaque lata, malo quæ nollet carmine quen With ready cash, to win each country town; quam
67 This less disorders caus'd than downright drink, Describi : vertere modum, formidine fustis, Freemen grew civil, and began to think;
Ad bene dicendum, delectandumque reducti. 68 But still all canvassing produc'd confusion, 67 Græcia capta ferum victorem cepit, et artes The relics of its rustic institution. Intulit agresti Latio, sic horridus ille.
69 Tis but of late, since thirty years of peace 68 Defluxit numerus Saturnius; et grave virus To useful sciences have given increase,
Munditiæ pepulere: sed in longum tamen ævum That we 've inquir'd how Rome's lost sons of old 69 Manserunt, bodieque manent vestigia ruris. Barter'd their liberties for feasts and gold; 70 Serus enim Græcis admovit acumina chartis; What treats proud Sylla, Cæsar, Crassus gave,
Et post Punica bella quietus, quærere coepit And try'd, like them, to buy each hungry knave; Quid Sophocles, et Thespis, et Æschylus utile Nor try'd in vain; 70 too fortunately bold ferrent.
Many have purchas'd votes, and many sold; Tentavit quoque rem, si dignè vertere posset, No laws can now amend this venal land, 71 Et placuit sibi, naturâ sublimis et acer: 11 That dreads the touch of a reformning hand.
Nam spirat tragicum satis, et feliciter audet; Some think an intrest may be form'd with 72 Sed turpem putat in scriptis, metuitque lituram.
ease, 73 Creditur ex medio quia res arcessit, habere 72 Because the rulgar we must chiefly please; 74 Sudoris mininum; sed habet Comedia tanto 73 But for that reason't is the harder task, Plus oneris, quanto veniæ minus: 75 Aspice For such will neither pardon grant, nor ask. Plautus
74 See how sir W--, master of this art, 76 Quo pacto partes tutetur amantis ephebi !
By diff'rent methods wins each C-n heart. 77 Ut patris attenti ; 78 lenonis ut insidiosi; 75 He tells raw youths, that whoring is no harm,
Quantus sit Dorsennus 79 edac bus in parasitis; 76 And teaches their attentive sires to farm; 80 Quam non adstricto percurrat pulpita socco! To his own table lovingly invites 81 Gestit enim nummos in loculos demittere, post 77 Insidious pimps, and 78 hungry parasites :
Securus cadat, an recto stet fabula talo. (hoc | 79 Sometimes in slippers, and a morning gown, 89 Quem tulit ad scenam ventoso gloria curru, He pays his early visits round a town, Exanimat lentus spectator, sedulus inflat;
At ev'ry house relates his stories over, 83 Sic leve, sic parvum est, animum quod laudis Of place-bills, taxes, turnips, and Hanover; avarum
80 If tales will money save, and business do, Subruit aut reficit. 84 Valeat res ludicra, si me It matters little, are they false or true.
Palma negata macrum, donata reducit opimum. 81 Whoe'cr prefers a clam'rous mob's applause 85 Sæpe etiam audacem fugat hoc terretque To his own conscience, or his country's cause, poetam,
Is soon elated, and as soon cast down Quod numero plures, virtute et honore minores, By ev'ry drunken cobler's smile or frown; Indocti stolidique, et depugnare parati
82 So small a matter can depress or raise Si discórdet eques, media inter carmina poscunt A mind that's meanly covetous of praise : 86 Aut ursum, aut pugiles; his nam plebecula gau But if my quiet must dependent be det.
On the vain breath of popularity,
A wind each hour to diff'rent quarters veering,
To find the many though of meanest parts,
[tant shire 86 Young knights now sent from many a dis
Are better pleas'd with what they see than hear;
87 Verum equitis quoque jam migravit ab aure vo The pageant show and bustle to behold, luptas
87 The guards both horse and foot lac'd o'er with Omnis ad incertos oculos, et gaudia vana.
gold, Quatuor aut plures Aulæa premuntur in horas, The rich insignia from the Tower brought down, 88 Dum fugiunt equitum turmæ, peditumque ca 88 The iv'ry sceptre and the radiant crown. tervæ ;
The mob huzza, the thund'ring cannons roar, Mox trahitur manibus regum fortuna retortis, And bus'ness is delay'd at least an hour; Esseda festinant, pilenta, petorrita, naves,
The speaker calls indeed to mind what passes, 89 Captivum portatur ebur, captiva Corinthus. 89 But might as well read orders to deaf asses. Si foret in terris rideret Democritus, seu
90 But now see honest V rise to joke! Diversum confusa genus panthera camelo;
The house all laugh; 91 “What says he has Sive elephas albus vulgi converteret ora ;
(mirth? Spectaret populum ludis attentius ipsis,
No, not a word. Then whence this sudden Ut sibi præbentem mimo spectacula plura.
His phiz foretels somejest's approaching birth. Scriptores autem narrare putaret asello
92 But lest I seem these orators to wrong, 90 Fabellam surdo: nam qnæ previncere voces
Envious because I share no gift of tongue, Evaluere sonum, referent quem nostra theatra? 93 Is there a man whose eloquence has pow'r Garganun mugire putes nemus, aut mare Tus To clear the fullest house in half an hour,
Who now appears to rave and now to weep, Tanto en strepitu ludi spectantur, et artes, 94 Who sometimes makes us swear, and sometimes Divitiæque peregrinæ; 91 quibus oblitus actor
sleep, Quum stetit in scena, concurrit dextera lævæ. 95 Now fills our heads with false alarms from 92 Dixit adhuc aliquid ? Nil sane: quid placet er
France, Lana Tarentino violas imitata veneno.
96 Then, conjurer like, 97 to India bids us dance? 93 Ac ne forte putes me, quæ facere ipse recusem, All eulogies on him we own are true, Quum recte tractent alii, laudare maligne ;
For surely he does all that man can do. 94 Ille per extentum funem mihi posse videtur 98 But whilst, my lord, these makers of our laws
Ire poeta, meum qui pectus inaniter angit. Thus speak themselves into the world's ap95 Irritat, mulcet, 96 falsis terroribus implet,
plause, 97 Ut magus, et 98 modo me Thebis, modo ponit 99 Let bards, for such attempts too modest, share Athenis.
What more they prize, your patronage and 99 Verum age, et his, qui se lectori credere ma
100 If you would spur them up the Muse's hill, Quam spectatoris fastidia ferre superbi,
Or ask their aid your library to fill. Curam redde brerem; 100 si munus Apolline 101 We poets are, in ev'ry age and nation, dignum
(car, A most absurd, wrong-headed generation; Vis complere libris, 101 et vatibus addere cal This in a thousand instances is shown,
Ut studio majore petant Helicona virentem. 102 (Myself as guilty as the rest I own) 102 Multa quidem nobis facimus mala sæpe poetæ, As when on you our nonsense we impose, 103 (Ut vineta egomet cædam mea) quum tibi li- | 103 Tir’d with the nonsense you have heard in prose; brum
[unum 104 When we 're offended, if some honest friend 104 Sollicito damus, aut fesso; quum lædimur, Presuines one unbarmonious verse to mend; 105 Siquis amicorum est ausus reprendere versum: 105 When undesir'd our labours we repeat, 106 Quum loca, jam recitata revolvinus inrevocati, 106 Grieve they 're no more regarded by the great, 107 Quum lamentamur, non apparere labores 107 And fancy, should you once but see our faces, Nostros, et tenui deducta poemata filo :
You 'd bid us write, and pay us all with places. 108 Quum speramus eo rem venturam, ut simul 108 'T is your's, my lord, to form my soul to atque
verse, Carmina rescieris nos fingere, commodus ultro Who have such num'rous virtues to rehearse;
Arcessas, et egere vetes, et scribere cogas. 109 Great Alexander once, in ancient days, 109 Sed tamen est operæ pretium cognoscere, Paid Choerilus for daubing him with praise; quales
And yet the same fam'd hero made a law, Ædituos habeat belli, spectata domique
None but Apelles should his picture draw; Virtus, indigoo non committenda poetæ. 110 None but Lysippus cast his royal head 110 Gratus Alexandro regi Magno fuit ille
In brass : it had been treason if in lead : Cherilus, incultis qui versibus et male natis A prince he was in valour ne'er surpass d, Rettulit acceptos, regale numisma, Philippos. And had in painting too perhaps some taste; Sed veluti tractata notam labemque remittunt But as to verse, undoubted is the matter, Atramenta, fere scriptores carmine fødo 111 He must be dull as a Dutch commentator. Splendida facta linunt, idem rex ille, poema
112 But you, my lord, a fav'rite of the Muse, Qui tam ridiculum tam care prodigus emit, Would choose good poets, were there good to Edicto vetuit, nequis se præter Apellem
(like, Pingeret, aut alius Lysippo duceret æra 113 You know they paint the great man's soul as 111 Fortis Alexandri vultum simulantia, quod si As can his features Koeller or Vandyke.
Judicium subtile videndis artibus illud
Ad libros, et ad hæc Musarum dona vocares,
Munera, quæ multa dantis cum laude tulerunt,
114 Nec magis expressi vultus per aënea signa 114 Had I such pow'r, I never would compose
Quam per vatis opus mores animique virorum Such creeping lines as these, nor verse, nor
(gestas; But rather try to celebrate your praise, Repentes per humum, quam res componere 115 And with your just encomniums swell my lays : Terrarumque situs, et flumina dicere, et arces Had I a genius equal to my will,
Montibus impositas, et barbara regna, tuisque Gladly would I exert my utmost skill 116 Auspiciis totum confecta duella per orbem,
To consecrate to fame Britannia's land Claustraque custodem pacis cohibentia Janum, Receiving law from your impartial hand; 117 Et formidatam Parthis te principe Romam; By your wise counsels once more pow'rful 118 Si quantum cuperem, possem quoque: 119 sed
made, neque parvum
Her fleets rever'd, and fourishing her trade; Carmen majestas recipit tua, nec meus audet 116 Exhausted nations trembling at her sword,
Rem tentare pudor quam vires ferre recusent. 117 And peace;, long wishi'd for, to the world re120 Sedulitas autem, stulte quem diligit, urguet
stor'd. Præcipuè cum se numeris commendat et arte:
118 But your true greatness suffers no such praise, Discit enim citius meminitque libentius, illud 119 My verse would sink the theme it meant to Quod qnis deridet, quam quod probat et vene Unequal to the task would surely meet (raise ; ratur.
(ficto Deserv'd contempt, and each presumptuous Nil moror officium quod me gravat: ac neque
[simple, In pejus vultu proponi cereus usquam,
Could serve for nothing, scrawld with lines so Nec prave factis decorari versibus opto : 120 Unless to wrap up sugar-loaves for Wimple. Ne rubeam pingui donatus munere, et una
Cum scriptore meo, capsa porrectus aperta, 121 Deferar in vicum vendentem thus et odores, A general peace was at this time just conclud
Et piper, et quicquid chartis amicitur ineptis. ed at Aix la Chapelle.
In vain I oft harmonious lines peruse,
And seek for aid from Pope's and Prior's Muse;
Their treach'rous numbers but assist the foe,
And call forth scenes of sympathising woe :
Here Heloise mourns her absent lover's charms, These trophies, Stanhope, of a lovely dame,
There parting Emma sighs in Henry's arms; Once the bright object of a monarch's flame,
Their loves, like mine, ill-fated I bemoan, Who with such just propriety can wear,
And in their tender sorrows read my own. As thou the darling of the gay and fair ?
Restless sometimes, as oft the mournful dove See ev'ry friend to wit, politeness, love,
Forsakes her nest, forsaken by her love, With one consent thy sovereign's choice approve !
I fly from home, and seek the sacred fields And liv'd Plantagenet ber voice to join,
Where Cam's old urn its silver current yields,
Where solemn tow'rs o'erlook each mossy grove, Herself and garter both were surely thine.
As if to guard it from th' assaults of love;
Her sons, though few, not Pallas could defend,
Nor Dullness succour to her thousands lend;
Love, like a fever, with infectious rage
Scorch'd up the young, and thaw'd the frost of age.
begun. For stilling crowds, which your own beauties make; So Helen look'd, and mov'd with such a grace', Through circling joys while you incessant stray, When the grave seniors of the Trojan race Charm in the Mall, and sparkle at the play; Were forc'd those fatal beauties to admire, Think (if successive vanities can spare
That all their youth consum d, and set their town on One thought to love) what cruel pangs I bear,
fire. Left in these plains all wretched, aud alone,
At fam'd Newmarket oft I spend the day
There pityless observe the ruin'd heir
Say by what arts I can relieve my pain, For how should I his trivial loss bemoan,
Who feel one, so much greater, of my own? In vain the breathing flute my hand employs, There while the golden heaps, a glorious prize, Late the companion of my Chloe's voice,
Wait the decision of two rival dice, Nor Handel's nor Corelli's tuneful airs
Whilst long disputes 'twixt seven and five remain, Can harmonize my soul, or sooth my cares ; And each, like parties, have their friends for gain, Those once-lov'd med'cines unsuccessful prove, Music, alas, is but the voice of love!
I Vid, Hom. ii. lib. iii. ver. 150.
Without one wish I see the guineas shine,
Behold, how bright these gaudy trifles shine, “Fate, keep your gold,” I cry, “make Chloe mine." The lovely sportings of a hand divine ! Now see, prepar'd their utmost speed to try, See with what art each curious shell is made, O'er the smooth turf the bounding racers fly ! Here carv'd in fretwork, there with pearl inlaid ! Now more and more their slender limbs they strain, What vivid streaks th' enamell'd stones adorn, And foaming stretch along the velvet plain! Fair as the paintings of the purple morn! Ah stay! swift steeds, your rapid fight delay, Yet still not half their charms can reach our eyes, No more the jockey's smarting lash obey :
While thus confus'd the sparkling chaos lies; But rather let my hand direct the rein,
Doubly they 'll please, when, in your grotto plac'd, And guide your steps a nobler prize to gain ; They plainly speak their fair disposer's taste; Then swift as eagles cut the yielding air,
Then glories yet unseen shall o'er them rise, Bear me, oh bear me to the absent fair.
New order from your hand, new lustre from your Now when the winds are hush'd, the air serene,
eyes. And cheerful sunbeams gild the beauteous scene, How sweet, how charming will appear this grot, Pensive o'er all the neighb'ring fields I stray, When by your art to full perfection brought! Where'er or choice or chance directs the way: Here verdant plants and blooming flow'rs will grow, Or view the op'ning lawns, or private woods, There bubbling currents through the shell-work Or distant bluish hills, or silver floods.
Here coral mix'd with shells of various dyes, (flow; Now harmless birds in silken nets insnare, There polish'd stones will charm our wond'ring eyes: Now with swift dogs pursue the flying hare: Delightful bow'r of bliss! secure retreat! Du!) sports ! for oh my Chloe is not there! Fit for the Muses, and Statira's seat Fatigu'd, at length I willingly retire
But still how good mast be that fair one's mind, To a small study, and a cheerful fire;
Who thus in solitude can p'easure find ! There o'er some folio pore; I pore 't is true, The Muse her company, good-sense her guide, But oh my thoughts are fled, and Bed to you ! Resistless charms her pow'r, but not her pride : I hear you, see you, feast upon your eyes,
Who thus forsakes the town, the park, and play, And clasp with eager arins the lovely prize; In silent shades to pass her hours away; Here for a while I could forget my pain,
Wbo better likes to breathe fresh country air, Whilst I by dear reflection live again:
Than ride imprison'd in a velvet chair; But ev’n these joys are too sublime to last,
And makes the warbling nightingale her choice, And quickly fade, like all the real ones past; Before the thrills of Parinelli's voice; For just when now beneath some silent grove Prefers her books, and conscience void of ill, I hear you talk-and talk perhaps of love
To consorts, balls, assemblies, and quadrille; Or charm with thrilling notes the list’ning ear, Sweet bow'rs more pleas'd than gilded chariots sees, Sweeter than angels sing, or angels hear,
For groves the playhouse quits, and beaux for trees. My treach'rous hand its weighty charge lets go, Bless'd is the man, whom Heav'n shall grant one The book fails thund'ring on the floor below,
hour The pleasing vision in a moment's gone,
With such a lovely nymph, in such a lovely bow'r! And I once more am wretched, and alone.
So when glad Orpheus from th' infernal shade
TO A LADY,
IN ANSWER TO A LETTER WROTE IN A VERY FINZ
SENT WITH A PRESENT OF SHELLS AND STONES DESIGNED
FOR A GROTTO.
TO A LADY,
Whilst well wrote lines our wond'ring eyes conn
Throughout the finish'd piece we see display'd Wrth gifts like these, the spoils of neighb'ring Th’exactest image of the lovely maid; shores,
Such is her wit, and such her form divine, The Indian swain his sable love adores;
This pure, as flows the style through ev'ry line, Off'rings well suited to the dusky shrine
That, like each letter, exquisitely fine. Of his rude goddess, but unworthy mine:
See with what art the sable currents stain
Thus o'er the meadows wrap'd in silver snow
The ivory plain of lovely Chloe's neck:
The yielding paper's pure, but vacant breast,
And with new life and new ideas glows,
And shines each moment brighter from its stains. A shell, or stone, he can with pleasure view, [you. Let mighty Love no longer boast bis darts, Hence trace her noblest works, the Hear'nsand That strike unerring, aiın'd at mortal hearts;
Chloe, your quill can equal wonders do,
Hence in each age the loveliest nymph has been, Wound full as sure, and at a distance too: By undisputed right, the Muse's queen; Arm'd with your feather'd weapons in your hands, Her smiles have all poetic bosoms fir'd, From pole to pole you send your great commands, And patronis'd the verse themselves inspir'd: To distant climes in vain the lover flies,
Lesbia presided thus in Roman times, Your pen o'ertakes him, if he ’scapes your eyes ; Thus Sacharissa reign’d o'er British rhymes, So those who from the sword in battle run
And present bards to Margaretta bow, But perish victims to the distant gup.
For what they were of old, is Harley now. Beauty 's a short-liv'd blaze, a fading flow'r, From Oxford's house, in these dull busy days, But these are charms no ages can devour; Alone we hope for patronage or praise; These far superior to the brightest face,
He to our slighted labour still is kind, Triumph alike o'er time as well as space.
Beneath his roof w' are ever sure to find When that fair form, which thousands now adore, (Reward sufficient for the world's neglect) By years decay'd, shall tyrannise no more, Charms to inspire, and goodness to protect; These lovely lines shall future ages view,
Your eyes with rapture animate our lays, And eyes unborn, like ours, be charm'd by you. Your sire's kind hand uprears our drooping bays; How oft do I admire with fond delight
Form'd for our glory and support, ye seem, The curious piece, and wish like you to write! Our constant patron he, and you our theme. Alas, vain hope that might as well aspire Where should poetic homage then be paid ? To copy Paulo's stroke, or Titian's fire :
Where ev'ry verse, but at your feet, be laid ? Ev'n now your splendid lines before me lie, A double right you to this empire bear, And I in vain to imitate them try;
As first in beauty, and as Oxford's heir. Believe me, fair, I'm practising this art,
Illustrio's maid! in whose sole person join'd To steal your hand, in hopes to steal your heart. Ev'ry perfection of the fair we find,
Charms that might warrant all her sex's pride,
Oh, Harley! could but you these lines approre, MARGARET CAVENDISH HARLEY', These children sprung from idleness and love,
Could they, (but ah how vain is the design!)
Hope to amuse your hours, as once they ’ve mine, The tuneful throng was ever beauty's care, Th' ill-judging world's applause, and critic's blame, And verse a tribute sacred to the fair ;
Alike I'd scorn: your approbation's fame.
TO THE RIGHT HON. THE LADY
PRESENTED WITH A COLLECTION OF POEMS.
1 Lady Margaret Cavendish Harley was the only gazed at, and with great judgment admired by men daughter and heiress of Edward earl of Oxford and of virtue and philosophy of our own and foreign naMortimer, by his wife the lady Henrietta Cavendish, tions, yet, when time shall have done away all sole daughter and heiress of John Holles duke of traces of its existence, her grace's unfeigned religion Newcastle. She married William the second duke and piety, exact fulfilment of all domestic duties, of Portland July 11, 1734, who died on the 1st of superior talents of mind, native dignity amongst her May, 1762; her grace surviving him, departed equals, a flowing condescension to her inferiors, this life at her seat at Bulstrode, on Monday the which made those whom she honoured with her ac18th of June, 1785, leaving behind her that famous quaintance forget the difference of their stations, museum, replete with works in the fine arts, and a universal benevolence, and the most amiable sweetmost extensive collection of natural history, which, ness of temper, will cause her ever to be rememwith no less industry than judgment, and at an ex bered amongst the most famous of her sex, whose pense which could be only supported by her princely superior characters reflect a lustre on the British fortune, she had been the greatest part of her life nation. E. collecting; but this collection, however it was