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Nor suffers Horace more in
wrong Translations By Wits, thạn Critics in as wrong Quotations. See Dionysius Homer's thoughts refine,
665 And call new beauties forth from ev'ry line!
Fancy and art in gay Petronius please,
In grave Quintilian's copious work, we find
Thee, bold Longinus ! all the Nine inspire, 675
680 Thus long fucceeding Critics jaftly reignd, * License repress’d, and useful laws ordain'd. Learning and Rome alike in empire grew; And Arts ftill follow'd where her Eagles flew ; From the same foes, at last, both felt their doom, 685 And the fame age faw Learning fall, and Rome, With Tyranny, then Superstition join'd, As that the body, this endav'd the mind; Much was believ'd, but little understood, And to be dull was constru'd to be good ; 696
VER. 665. See Dionysius] Of Halicarnaffus.
Vain Wit's and Critics were no more allow'd,
A second deluge Learning thus o'er-run,
At length Erasmus, that great injur'd name,
But see! each Muse, in Leo's golden days, Starts from her trance, and crims her wither'd bays, Rome's ancient Genius, o'er its ruins spread, Shakes off the duft, and rears his rev'rend head. 700 Then Sculpture and her fifter-arts revive; Stones leap'd to form, and rocks began to live ; With sweeter notes each rising Temple rung; A Raphael painted, and a Vida sung. Immortal Vida: on whose honour'd brow 705 The Poet's bays and Critic's ivy grow: Cremona now shall ever boast thy name, As next in place to Mantua, next in fame!
But soon by impious arms from Latium chas'd, Their ancient bounds the banilh'd Muses pass’d; 710 Thence Arts o'er all the northern world advance, But Critic-learning flourish's most in France ; The rules a nation, born to serve, obeys ; And Boileau ftill in right of Horace sways. But we, brave Britons, foreign laws despis'd, 715 And kept unconquer'd, and unciviliz'd; Fierce for the liberties of wit, and bold, We still defy'd the Romans, as of old. Yet fome there were, among the founder few Of those who less presum'd, and better knew, 720 Who durft affert the jufter ancient cause, And here restor'd Wit's fundamental laws. Such was the Muse, whose rules and practice tell, “ Nature's chief Master-piece is writing well.”
VER. 723. Such was the Muse]-EDáy on Peetry by the Duke of Buckingham. Our Poet is not the only one of his time whe
Such was Roscommon, not more learn’d than good, With manners gen'rous as his noble blood;
726 To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known, And ev'ry author's merit but his own. Such late was Walth-the Muse's judge and friend, Who juftly knew to blame or to commend ;
730 To failings mild, but zealous for desert; The cleareft head, and the fincereft heart. This humble praise, lamented shade! receive, This praise at least a grateful Muse may give : The Muse, whose early voice you taught to sing, 735 Prescrib'd her heights, and prun'd her tender wing, (Her guide now loft) no more attempts to rise, But in low numbers short excursions tries : Content, if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew :
740 Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame; Still pleas'd to praife, yet not afraid to blame; A verse alike, to flatter or offend; Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.
complimented this Elay, and its noble Author. _Mr. Dryden had done it very largely in the Dedication to his Translation of the Æneid; and Dr. Garth, in the first edition of his Dispensary, says,
The Tyber now no courtly Gallus fees,
But smiling Thames enjoys his Normanbys. Tho' afterwards omitted, when parties were carried so high in the reign of Queen Anne, as to allow no commendation to an opposite in Politics. The Duke was all his life a fteady adherent to the Church of England Party, yet an enemy to the extravagant mea. sures of the Court in the reign of Charles II. On which account, after having strongly patronized Mr. Dryden, a coolness succeeded between them on that poet's absolute attachment to the Court, which carried him some lengths beyond what the Duke could ap
This Nobleman's true character had been very well marked by Mr. Dryden before,
The Muse's friend,
True to his Prince, but not a Nave of state. Abs. and Achite? Our Author was more happy, he was honour'd very young with his friendship, and it continued till his death in all the circumtances uf familiar esteem,