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OETS may boast, as safely vain,

Their works shall with the world remain :
Both bound together, live or die ;
The verses, and the prophesy.

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This was the gen’rõus poet's Scope, !!:18
And all an English pen can hope;
To make the fair approve his flame,
That can so far extend their fame.

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Ipsa varietate tentamus efficere ut alia aliis ; quædam fortasse omnibus placeant.



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S when some skilful cook, to please each guest,

Would in one mixture comprehend a feast,
With due proportion and judicious care,
He fills his dish with diff'rent forts of fare;
Fishes and fowls deliciously unite,
To feast at once the taste, the smell, and fight :
So, Bernard ! must a Miscellany be,
Compounded of all kinds of poetry;
The Muses olio, which all tastes may fit,
And treat each reader with his darling wit.

Wouldit thou for miscellanies raise thy fame,
And bravely rival Jacob's mighty name,
Let all the Muses in the piece conspire:
The Lyrick Bard must strike th' harmonious lyre ;
Heroick strains must here and there be found,
And nervous sense be sung in lofty found.

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Let Elegy in moving numbers flow,
And fill some pages with melodious poe:
Let not your am’rous songs too num'rous prove,
Nor glut thy reader with abundant love.
Satire muft interfere, whose pointed rage
May lalh the madness of a vicious age:
Satire, the Muse that never fails to hit;
For if there's scandal, to be sure there's wit.
Tire not our patience with Pindarick lays ;
Those swell the piece, but very rarely please :
Let hort-breath'd Epigram it's force confine,
And Atrike at follies in a single line.
Translations thould throughout the work be fown,
And Homer's godlike Mufe be niade our own :
Horace in useful numbers should be sung,
And Virgil's thoughts adorn the British tongue.
Let Ovid tell Corinna’s hard disdain,
And at her door in melting notes complain :
His tender accents pitying virgins move,
And charm the list’ning ear with tales of love.
Let ev'ry claflick in the volume line,
And each contribute to thy great design :
Thro' various subjeets let the reader range,
And raise his fancy with a grateful change.
Variety's the fource of joy below, ..
From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow.
In books and love the mind one end pursue's,
And only change th’expiring flame renews.

Where Buckingham will condescend to give,
That honour'd piece to distant times must live:
When noble Sheffield &rikes the trembling strings,
The little loves rejoice; and elap their wings

Anacreon lives ! they ery; ¢ th' harmonious swain • Retunes the lyre, and tries his wonted frain: • "Tis he-our lost Anacreon- bives again :


But when th' illustrious poet foars above
The sportive revels of the god of love,
Like Maro's Muse he takes a loftier flight,
And tow'rs beyond the wond'ring Cupid's fight.

If thou wouldst have thy volume stand the test,
And of all others be reputed best,
Let Congreve teach the lift'ning groves to mourn,
As when he wept o'er fair Pastora's urn.

Let Prior's Muse with soft'ning accents move,
Soft as the strains of constant Emma's love ;
Or let his fancy chuse some jovial theme,
As when he told Hans Carvel's jealous dream :
Prior th'admiring reader entertains
With Chaucer's humour and with Spencer's strains.

Waller in Granville lives: when Mira fings,
With Waller's hand he strikes the founding strings;
With fprightly turns his noble genius shines,
And manly sense adorns his eafy lines.

On Addison's sweet lays attention waits,
And silence guards the place while he repeats :
His Muse alike on ev'ry subject charms,
Whether the paints the god of love or arms :
In him pathetick Ovid fings again,
And Homer's Iliad shines in his Campaign.
Whenever Garth shall raise his sprightly song,
Sense flows in eafy numbers from his tongue;
Great Phoebus in his learned fon we see,
Alike in phyfick as in poetry.

When Pope's harmonious Muse with pleasure roves
Amidst the plains, the murm'ring streams and groves,
Attentive Echo, pleas'd to hear his songs,
Thro' the glad fhade each warbling note prolongs ;
His various numbers charm our ravish'd ears,
His steady judgment far outshoots his years,
And early in the youth the god appears.


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From these successful bards collect thy strains,
And praise with profit shall reward thy pains :
Then, while calves-leather binding bears the fway,
And Meep-skin to it's sleeker gloss gives way ;
While neat old Elzivir is reckon'd better
Than Pirate Hill's brown sheets and scurvy letter ;
While print-admirers careful Aldus chufe,
Before John Morphew, or the weekly news;
So long fall live thy praise in books of fame,
And Tonson yield to Lintott's lofty name.

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