Beauties and bards have equal pride, A Poet sought the sweets of May, There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye, Involved in fragrance, burn and die. 66 'Know, hapless flower! that thou shalt find More fragrant Roses there: I see thy withering head reclined One common fate we both must prove; "Spare your comparisons," replied (1) "For malice will with joy, the lie receive, Vide Yalden's Ovid's Art of Love. In every love-song Roses bloom, To wither, envy, pine, and fade?" 1 (1) The rose remarks justly, upon the poet's need of flowers for apostrophe to his "ladye love," for indeed all the blossoms of creation,-above, the stars, and below, the flowers,-have been ransacked to furnish images of compliment, by every poetaster that ever penned a sonnet "to his mistress' eyebrow." Hence "to speak ill of the bridge which carries one over" is sheer ingratitude, yet how often do we sacrifice a friend, to court the pleasure of a mere acquaintance, and willingly deteriorate the service of one who had no more to give, in order to obtain the good offices of him, whose only superiority is in the power, and not the will, to serve us! It is seldom, but that the most independent characters leave some stain upon the steps by which they climb to fame. The Ethics of Aristotle, b. iv. c. 4, should be studied in relation to this fable, as he therein draws, with his usual accuracy, this distinction, amongst others, between the magnanimous and the little-minded man, viz. that the first is not fond of talking of people,-cares more for truth than opinion,-and does not care that he himself should be praised, nor that others should be blamed. Hence, I am sorry to say, you do not often find magnanimity amongst women, whose friendship is easier got by maligning a rival, than by impartial vindication of truth. THE lad of all-sufficient merit, With modesty ne'er damps his spirit;1 (1) Which, strange to say, is in one sense, good policy; for never was there a high-mettled steed yet, who won the race, and would have done so, had he started, already beaten in his own estimation. A proper self-estimate is the sure stimulus to successful exertion; the abuse of it, as exhibited here, is to be repudiated. Many clap-trap sentiments have obtained currency, from the inattention to the marks by which right is separated from wrong; but one thing is certain, that if clever men had not known their own value in some degree, they would not have troubled the world with their lucubrations, and art, science, and industry, had perished together. Presuming on his own deserts, A Shepherd's Dog, who saw the deed, Bespoke him thus: "When coxcombs prate, (1) The malice which often disgraces irony, is never better detected and chastised, than by a blow from the same weapon, and this remark applies to many talented but ill-bred men, who reckless where they plant the thorn, whilst they pursue for themselves the garland, sometimes by an unlucky" contretemps," exchange the two, to their own cost. Thus a jest is frequently paid in kind, as in the case of the poet, Madera, who having 'calumniated a noble lady, called Fontana, was called to account for his impropriety, by Pope Sextus V. He declared he had no reason for the slander, but that 'Putana' rhymed to 'Fontana,' upon which the witty Pontiff, in the same humour, condemned him to the galleys, "merely," said he," because Galera,' is a good rhyme to 'Madera.'" Upon another occasion, a young man having picked his friend's pocket in joke, in order to witness his distress when requiring his money, found the tables most unpleasantly turned upon himself, for on putting his hand into his own pocket, to refund the money, he discovered that a real thief had walked off with it, in no joke, and left him to pay the cost in sad earnest. So true is it, that those who "come to shear, often go back shorn." |