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(2) When Homer, mentioning Achilles, terms him thought by any derogatory quotation to take from the a lion, this is a metaphor, and the meaning is obvious merit of a writer whose reputation is so universally and true, though the literal sense be falle, the poet and so justly established in all nations ; but as I said intending thereby to give his reader some idea of the before, 1 rather choose, where any fulings are to be strength and fortitude of his hero. Had he said, that found, to correct my own countrymen by foreign exwolf, or that bear, this had been falle, by presenting amples, than to provoke them by instances drawn from an image not conformable to the nature and character their own writings. Humanum eft errare. I cannot of a hero, &c.

forbear one quotation more from another celebrated (3) Hyperboles are of divers forts, and the manner French author. It is an epigrim upon a monument of introducing them is different : fone are as it were

for Francis I. King of France, by way of question na uralized and established by a customary way of ex

and answer, which in English is verbatim thus : preffion ; as when we say, such a one's as swift as thic Under this marble, who lies buried here? wiad, whiter than snow, or the like. Homer speak Francis the Great, a king beyond compare. ing of Nereus, calls him beauty itself. Martial of Why has so great a king so small a stone ? Zoilus, Lewdness itselt. Such hyperboles lye indeed, Of that great king here 's but the heart alone. hu: deceive us not; and therefore Seneca terms them Then of this conqueror here lies but part? lys that readily conduct our imagination to truths, Nowhere he lies all for he was all heart. and have an intelligible fignification, though the ex

The author was a Cascon, to whom I can properly preffion be itrained beyond credibility: Custom has oppose nobody so well as a Welchmın, for which likewise familiarized another way for hyperbeles, for purpose I am farther furnished from the forementioned example, by irony; as when we lay of some infamous Collection of Oxford Verses, with an epigram by Fonian, ire's a civil person, where the meaning is to Mar.in Lluellin upon the same subject, which I rebe taken quite opposite to the latter. These few fi

member to have heard often repeated to me when I [ures are mentioned only for example fake; it will be

was a boy. Besides, from whence can we draw berter underitood that all others are to be used with the like examples than from the very feat and nursery of the care and discretion.

Mures ? (4) I needed not to have travelled so far for an ex

Thus Nin, thv valiant ancestor did lie, travagant flight; I remember one of British growth

When his one bark a navy did defy; of the like nature :

When row encompass d round, he victor stood, See those dead bodies hence convey'd with care, And bithid his pinnice in his conquering blood, Life

may perhaps return—with change of air. Till all the purple current dry'd and spent, But I choose rather to correct gently, by foreign ex

He fell, and made the waves his monument. amples, hoping that such as are conscious of the like

Where thall the next fam'd Granville's aihes stand? exceties will take the hint, and recretly reprove them Thy grandfre's fill the sea, and thine the land. felves. It may be possible for some tempers to main- I cannot say the two last lines, in which confifts the lan rage and indignation to the last gaspi but the foul iting or point of the epigram, are strictly conformand body once parted, there must neccfarily be a de able to the rule herein set down : the word ashes, termination of action.

metaphorically, can fignify nothing but fame ; which Quodcunque ofendis mibi fic incredulus odi.

is mere fou.d, and can fill no space either of land or

fea: The Welchman, however, must be allowed to I cannot forbear quoting on this occasion, as an ex

have out-done the Garcon. The fallacy of the French ample for the present purpose, two noble lines of Jasper Main's, in the collection of the Oxford Verfes epigram appears at first fight; but the English strikes

the fancy, suspends and dazzlcs the judgment, and printed in the year 1643, upon the death of my grandi aher Sir Bevil Granville, llain in the heat of may perhaps be allowed to pass under the shelter of action at the battle of Landsdowne. The poet, after

those daring hyperboles, which by presenting an obhaving described the fight, the foldiers animated by visus meaning, make their way, according to Seneca, ile example of their leader, and enraged at his death, through the incredible to true. tas concludes:

(6) Victrix caufa Deis placuit, led viela Catoni. Thus he being lain, his action fought anew,

The consent of so many ages having establithed the And the dead conquer’d, whilst the living new.

reputation of this line, it may perhaps be presumpThis is agreeable to truth, and within the compass Cato, wlio is described to have been a man of rigid

tion to attack it; but it is not to be supposed that: ei nuure: it is thus only that the dead can act.

morals and strict devotion, more resembling the Gods (5) Le jour qu'elle ráquit, Venus bien qu'immortelle, than men, would have chosen any party in opposition Pena metirir de horce, en la voyant fi belle,

to thote Gods, whom he profefled to adore. The L:: graces à l'envi dejcordirent des cieux

poet would give us to understand, that his hero was Piut accr lbcrcur d'accompagner les yeux,

too righteous a person to accompany the Divinities E: l'amour, qui ne pút entrer dans ton courage, themselves in an unjust cause ; but to represent a Valu shfirément loger fur for vijage.

mortal min to be either wifer or jufter than the Deity, This is a lover's description of his mistress, by the may thew the impiety of the writer, but add nothing greu Corneille ; civil to be sure, and polite as any fi ing can be. Let any body turn over Waller, and * Sir Richard Grinville, Vice-Admiral of England, te will fue how much more naturally and delicately in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, maintained a fight the English author treats the article of love, than this with his single ship

against the whole Armada of Spain, O'zbrared Frenchman. I would not, however, be confitting of fitty-thice of their beft men of war.

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to the merit of the hero ; neither reason nor religion

DEFINITION OF LOVE. will allow it, and it is impossible for a corrupt being

LOVE is begot by fancy, bred to be more excellent than a divine : Success implies permission, and not approbation ; to place the Gods

By ignorance, by expectation fed, always on the thriving fide, is to make them parca

Delroy'd by knowledge, and at best, kers of all successful wickedness : To judge right,

Lost in the moment 'tis poffefs'd. we must wait for the conclusion of the action ; the

W O M E N. Catastrophe will best decide on which side is Providence, and the violent death of Cæsar acquits the Gods from

WOMEN to cards may be compar'd; we play

A round or two, when us'd we throw away, being companions of his usurpation.

Take a fresh pack ; nor is it worth our grieving, Lucan was a determined republican; no wonder who cuts or shuffles with our dirty leaving. he was a free-thinker.

Sent to CLARINDA with a Novel, intitled, (7) Mr. Dryden, in one of his prologues, has

LES MALHEURS DE L'AMOUR. these two lines :

HASTE to Clarinda, and reveal
He's bound to please, not to write well, and knows
There is a mode in plays, as well as clothes.

Whatever pains poor lovers feel ;

When that is done, then tell the fair From whence it is plain where he has exposed him That I endure much more for her : self to the crities; he was forced to follow the fashion

Who'd truly know love's pow'r or smart, to humour an audience, and not to please himself. Must view her eyes, and road my heart. A hard sacrifice to make for present subsítence, especially for such as would have their writings live as WRITTEN IN HER PRAYER-BOOK. well as themselves. Nor can the poet whose labours

In vain, Clarinda, night and day are his daily bread, be delivered from this cruel ne

For pity to the gods you pray ; ceffity, unless some more certain encouragement can

What arrogance on heav'n to call be provided than the bare uncertain profits of a third

For that which you deny to all ! day, and the theatre be put under some more impartial management than the jurisdiction of players. Who

S O N G write to live, muit unavoidably comply with their

TO THE SAME. taste by whose approbation they sublift ; some generous Prince, or Prime Minister like Richlieu, can In vain a thousand saves have try'd only find a remedy. In his Epistle Dedicatory to the To overcome Clorinda's pride : Spanith Friar, this incomparable poet thus censures

Pity pleading, himself:

Love persuading, “ I remember some verses of my own, Maximin

When her icy heart is thaw'd, os and Almanzor, which cry vengeance upon me for

Honour chides, and straight she's awd. " their extravagance, &c.

Foolish creature,
All I can say for those

Follow nature,
“ passages, which are I hope not many, is, that I
“ knew they were bad enough to please, even when

Waste not thus your prime ;

Youth's a treasure, “ I wrote them ; but I repent of them among my And if any their fellows intrude by

Love's a pleasure, “ chance into my present writings, I draw a stroke

Both destroy'd by time. « over those Dalilahs of the theatre, and am resolved

ON THE SAME. " I will settle myself no reputation by the applause “ of fools : 'Tis not that I am mortified to all ambi

Clarinda, with a haughty grace, « tion, but I scorn as much to take it from half-witted

In scornful postures sets her face, “ judges, as I should to raise an estate by cheating of

And looks as the were born alone « bubbies : Neither do I discommend the lofty style

To give us love, and take from none. « in Tragedy, which is pompous and magnificent ;

Tho' I adore to that degree,

Clarinda, I would die for thee, “ but nothing is truly sublime, that is not just and proper.'

If you're too proud to ease my pain,

I am too proud for your diidain.
This may stand as an unanswerable apology for
Mr. Dryden, against his critics ; and likewise for

an unquestionable authority to confirm those principles
which the foregoing Poem pretends to lay down, for whose eyes have kindled such a flame;

GUESS, and I'll frankly own her name nothing can be just and proper but what is built The Spartan or the Cyprian Queen

Had ne'er been sung, had she been seen.

Who set the very gods at war,
EPIGRAMS AND CHARACTERS, &c. Believe me, for by Heav'ns 'tis true !

Were but faint images of her.

The Sun in all his ample view

Sees nothing half fo fair or bright,
For a Figure representing the God of Love.

Not even his own reflected light.
HOE’ER thou art, thy lord and master see,

So sweet a face ! such graceful mien !
Thou wast my save, thou art, or thou shalt be. Who can this be?--'Tis HOWARD--or BALLINDEN.

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THE RELIEF. Of two Reliefs to ease a love-sick mind, Flavia prescribes despair ; I urge, be kind : Flavia, be kind, the remedy's as sure, "Tis the most pleasant, and the quickest cure.

Reform that failing, and protect her fill;
O save her from the curse of choosing ill !
Deem it not envy, or a jealous care,
That moves these wishes, or provokes this prayer ;
Though worse than death I dread to see those charms
Allotted to some happier mortal's arms,
Tormenting thought ! yet could I bear that pain,
Or any ill, but hearing her complain ;
Intent on her, my love forgets his own,
Nor frames one wish, but for her sake alone ;
Whome'er the Gods have deftin'd to prefer,
They cannot make me wretched, blessing her.


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LEOR A has her with, she weds a peer,

Her weighty train two pages scarce can bear ;
Perfia, and both the Indies must provide,
To grace her pomp, and gratify her pride ;
Of rich brocade a shining robe the wears,
And gems furround her lovely neck, like stars ;
Drawn by fix greys, of the proud Belgian kind,
With a long train of livery beaux behind,
She charms the park, and sets all hearts on fire,
The lady's envy, and the mens desire.
Bchulding thus, O happy as a queen!
Ve cry; but shift the gaudy flattering scene ;
View her at home, in her domestic light;
For thirher the must come, at least at night ;
What has the there. A furly ill-bred lord,
Wlochides, and snaps her up at every word ;
A brutal fot, who while she holds his head,
With drunken filth bedawbs the nuptial bed ;
Sick to the heart, she breathes the nauseous fume
Of Odinus fteams, that poison all the room ;
Weeping all night the trembling creature lies,
And counts the tedious hours when the may rise :
Eu: mot the fears, left waking the should find,
To make amends, the monster would be kind;
Those matchless beauties, worthy of a god,
Muft bear, tho' much averse, the loathsome load :
What then may be the chance that next ensues?
Sore vile direase, fresh recking from the stews;
The secret venom circling in her veins,
Works thro' her skin, and bursts in bloating stains;
Her cheeks their freshness lose, and wonted grace,
And an unusual paleness spreads her face;
Her eyes grow dim, and her corrupted breath
Tainting her gums, infects her iv'ry teeth!
Of tharp nocturn'l anguish she complains,
And, guiltless of the cause, relates her pains.
The conscious husband, whom like symptoms seize,
Charges on her the guilt of their disease;
Affecting fury, acts a madman's part,
He'll rip the fatal secret from her heart;
Bids her confefs, calls her ten thousand names;
In vain the kneels, she weeps, protests, exclaims;
Scarce with her life the 'scapes, expos’d to shame,
in body tortur'd, murder'd in her fame,
Rots with a vile adulterers's name.
Abandon'd by her friends, without defence,
And happy only in her innocence.

Such is the vengeance the just Gods provide
From those who barter liberty for pride,
Who impioully invoke the powers above
To witness to false vows of mutual love.
Thorfinds of poor Cleora's may be found,
Such ku bands, and such wretched wives abound,

Ye guardian Powers ! the arbiters of bliss,
Preserve Clarinda from a fate like this;
Yoa formd her fair, not any grace deny'd,
Bet gave, alas! a spark too much of pride,

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BOAR who had enjoy'd a happy reign

RIGHT as the day, and like the morning, fair,
For many a year, and fed on many a man,

Such Cloe is and common as the air,
Called to account, softening his lavage eyes,
Thus fuppliant, pleads his cause before he dies.

For what am I condemn'd ? My crime's no more
To eat a man, than yours to eat a boar :
We seek not you, but take what chance provides,

Nature, and mere necessity our guides.
You murder ys in sport, then dith us up

HY pines my dear? To Fulvia his young bride, For drunken feasts, a relish for the cup :

Who weeping fat, thus aged Cornus cry'de We lengthen not our meals ; but you must feast,

Alas! said she, such visions break my reft, Gorge till your bellies burst-pray who's the beast?

The strangest thoughts! I think I am pofleft: With your humanity you keep a fuss,

Niy fymptoms I have told to men of skill, But are in truth worse brutes than all of us ;

And if I would—they say I might be well. We prey not on our kind, but you, dear brother,

Take their advice, said he, my poor dear witë, Moit beastly of all bearts, devour cach other :

I'll buy at any rate thy precious life.
Kings worry kings, ncighbour with neighbour strives, Bushing, the would excuse, but all in vain,
Fathers and sons, friends, brothers, huib teis, wives, | A Doctor muit be fetch'd to ease her pain.
By fraud or furce, by poison, 1word, or gun,

liard press'd, the yields: From White's, or Will's, Destroy each other, every mother's fun.

or Tom's, No matter which, he's fummond, and he comes. 'I he careful hulband, with a kind embrace,

Entreats his care: then bows, and quits the place:

For little ailments ott attend the fair,
HOUGH safe thou think'it :by treasure lies, something the dame would say: The ready Knight

Not decent for a husband's eye, or ear.
Hidden in chests from human eyes,

Prevents her speech-Here's that shall let you righi, A tire may come, and it may be

Madam, said he--with that the doors made close, Fury'd, my friend, as far from thee. Thy vessel that yon ocean items,

He gives deliciously the healing dose. Loaded with golden duit, and gens,

Alas! the cries: ah me! ( cruel cure! Purchas'd with 10 much pains and cost,

Did ever woman vet like me endure ?

The work perform’d, up riling gay and light,
Yet in a tempest may be loft.
Pimps, whores and bawds, á thankless crew,

Old Cornus is called in to see the light;
Priests, Pick-pockets, and lawyers too,

A sprightly red vermillions all her face, All help by several ways to drain,

And her eyes Janguish with unusual grace : Thanking themselves for what they gain :

With tears of joy ireih gushing from his eyes, The liberal arc secure alone,

O wnnd 'rous power of art! old Cornus cries;
Por what we frankly give, for ever is our own.

Amazing change! astonishing success!
Thrice happy l! What a braye Doctor's this!
Maids, wives, and widows, with such whims oppreft,

May thus find certain eale. Probatum eft.
NORINNA, in the bloom of youth

Was coy to every lover,
Regardlers of the tenderest truth,

ON AN ILL-FAVOURED LORD. No soft complaint could move her.

THAT Macro's looks are good, let no man doubt, Mankind was hers, all at her feet

Which I, his friend and servant-thus make out. Lay prostrate and adoring;

In every line of his perfidious face, The witty, handlome, rich, and greit,

The secret malice of his heart we trace ; In vain alike imploring.

So fair the warning, and so plainly writ, But now grown old, she would repris

Let none condemn the light that shows a pit. Her loss of time, and pleasure; .

Cocles, whose face finds credit for his heart, With willing eyes, and wanton air,

Who can escape so smooth a villain's art ? Inviting every fazer.

Adorn'd with every grace that can persuade, But love's a summer flower, that dies

Seeing we trust, though sure to be betray'd; With the first weather's changing,

His looks are snares: But Macro's, cry Beware, The lover, like the swallow, flies

Believe not, though ten thousand oaths he swear ; From sun to fun, still ranging.

If thou 'rt deceiv'd, observing well this rule,

Not Macro is the knive, but thou the fool.
Myra, let this example move
Your foolish heart to reason;

11z this one point, he and his looks agree, Yuch is the proper time for love,

As they betray their master so did he. And age is virtue's feafon.



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ILOE's the wonder of her sex,

MR. JOHN DRY DEN, 'Tis well her heart is tender, How might such killing eyes perplex,

On his several excellent Translations of ibe ancient Poets, Hith virtue to defend her?

S powers transplanted from a southern sky, But Nature graciously inclin'd

But hardly bear, or in the railing die, With liberal hand to please us,

Milling their native fun, at best retain Has to her boundless beauty join'd

But a faint odour, and survive with pain :
A boundless bent to eale us.

Thus ancient wit, in modern numbers taught,
Wanting the warmth with which its author wrote,

Is a dead image, and a senseless draught.

While we transfuse the nimble {pirit lies,
Escapes unfeen, evaporates, and dies.

Who then to copy Roman wit desire,
Cloe complains, and wond’rously 's aggriev'd ; | Muft imitate with Roman force and fire,
That free, and lavish of a beauteous facc,

In elegance of style, and phrase che fame, The faireft, and the fouieft of her race;

And in the sparkling genius, and the fame; She's mine, or thine, or itrolling up and down, Whence we conclude from thy translated song, Sucks in more filth, than any fink in town,

So just, so finooth, so soft, and yet to strong i I noe deny: This I have said, 'tis true ;

Celestial Poet! Soul of harmony !
What wrong! to give so bright a nymph her due. That every genius was reviv'd in thec.

Thy trumpet sounds, the dead are rais'd to light,
Never to die, and take to heaven their flight ;

Deck'd in thy verse, as clad with rays they thine,

All glorify'd, immortal, and divine.
O well Corinna likes the joy,
She vows she'll never more be cny,

As Britain in rich foil, abounding wide,
Sie drinks eternal draughts of pleasure ;

Furnish'd for use, for luxury, and pride, Eternal draughts do not suffice,

Yet spreads her wanton fails on every shore

For foreign wealth, infatiate still of more ; 0! give me, give me more, the cries,

To her own wool the Silks of Asia joins ; Tis all too little, little measure.

And to her plenteous harvests, Indian mines : Thus wisely she makes up for time

So Dryden, not contented with the fame Mispent, while youth was in its prime :

Of his own works, though an immortal name, So travellers who waste the day,

To lands remote, sends forth his learned mule, Creful and cautious of their way,

The noblest seeds of foreign wit to choose ; Noting at length the setting fun,

Feasting our sense so many various ways, They mend their pace as night comes on,

Say, is 't thy bounty, or thy thirst of praise ? Doubic their speed to reach their inn,

That by comparing others all might see, And whip and spur through thick and thin.

Who moft excell’d, are yet excell'd by thee.

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