Leaves her Elyfium, as if glad to live,
To love, and wifh, to figh, despair, and grieve,
And die again for him that would again deceive.
Nor does the mighty Trojan lefs appear
Than Mars himself amidst the ftorms of war.
Now his fierce eyes with double fury glow,
And a new dread attends th' impending blow:
The Daunian chiefs their eager rage abate,
And, though unwounded, feem to feel their fate.
Long the rude fury of an ignorant age,
With barbarous fpite, prophan'd his facred page.
The heavy Dutchmen, with laborious toil,
Wrefted his fenfe, and cramp'd his vigorous ftyle;
No time, no pains, the drudging pedants spare ;
But ftill his fhoulders muft the burden bear.
While through the mazes of their comments led,
We learn not what he writes, but what they read.
Yet, through these shades of undistinguish'd night
Appear'd fome glimmering intervals of light;
Till mangled by a vile tranflating fect,
Like babes by witches in effigy rackt;
Till Ogleby, mature in dulnefs, rofe,
And Holborn doggrel, and low chiming profe,
His ftrength and beauty did at once depofe.
But now the magic spell is at an end,
Since ev'n the dead in you hath found a friend;
You free the Bard from rude oppreffors' power,
And grace his verse with charms unknown before:
He, doubly thus oblig'd, must doubting stand,
Which chiefly should his gratitude command;