Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk 626 630 But where's the man, who counfel can beftow, Still pleas'd to teach, and yet not proud to know? Unbiafs'd, or by favour, or by fpite; 635 Not dully prepoffefs'd, nor blindly right; Tho' learn'd, well-bred; and tho' well-bred, fincere ; And gladly praise the merit of a foe? Who to a friend his faults can freely fhow, ་ 640 A knowledge both of books and human kind; Such once were Critics; fuch the happy few, 645 Spread all his fails, and durft the deeps explore; Led by the light of the Mæonian Star. 650 Poets, a race long unconfin'd and free, Still fond and proud of favage liberty, Receiv'd his laws; and ftood convinc'd 'twas fit Who conquer'd Nature fhould prefide o'er Wit. Horace still charms with graceful negligence, 655 And without method talks us into fenfe, He, who fupreme in judgment, as in wit, Might boldly cenfure, as he boldly writ, 660 Yet judg'd with coolnefs, tho' he fung with fire, His Precepts teach but what his works infpire. VOL. I. M Our Our Critics take a contrary extreme, They judge with fury, but they write with flegm : * See Dionyfius Homer's thoughts refine, Fancy and art in gay Petronius meet, But to be found, when need requires, with eafe. And blefs their Critic with a Poet's fire. Thus long fucceeding Critics juftly reign'd, 665 670. 675 68 Licence reprefs'd, and useful laws ordain'd. 685 And Arts ftill follow'd where her Eagles flew. From the fame foes, at laft, both felt their doom, And the fame age faw learning fall, and Rome. With Tyranny, then Superftition join'd, 690 As that the body, this enflav'd the mind; (The glory of the Priesthood, and the shame!) * Dionylus of Halicarnaffus. 695 But But fee! each Mufe, in Leo's golden days, Starts from her trance, and trims her wither'd bays! 700 Shakes off the duft, and rears his rev'rend head. But foon by impious arms from Latium chas'd, 705 710 715 We ftill defy'd the Romans, as of old. 720 Yet fome there were among the founder few Of those who lefs prefum'd, and better knew, Such was the Mufe, whofe rules and practice tell, 725 Such was Rofcommon-not more learn'd than good, With manners gen'rous as his noble blood; To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known, And ev'ry author's merit but his own. 730 Such late was Walsh,-the Mufe's judge and friend, * M. Hieronymus Vida, an excellent Latin Poet, who writ an Art of Poetry in verfe. He flour fhed in the time of Leo X. Effay on Poetry, by the Duke of Buckingham. |