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Mufic resembles poetry, in each

Are nameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a mafter-hand alone can reach.

If, where the rules not far enough extend,

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(Since rules were made but to promote their end) Some lucky licence anfwers to the full

Th' intent propos'd, that licence is a rule. 450
Thus Pegafus, a nearer way to take,

May boldly deviate from the common track.
Great wits fometimes may glorioufly offend,
And rife to faults true critics dare not mend;
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art,
Which, without paffing thro' the judgment, gains
The heart, and all its end at once attains.

In profpects, thus, fome objects please our eyes,
Which out of nature's common order rife,

The shapeless rock, or hanging precipice.
But care in poetry muft ftill be had,

It afks difcretion ev'n in running mad:

↑ Neque tam fan&ta funt ifta præcepta, fed hoc quicquid eft, utilitas excogitavit; non negabo autem fic utile effe plerunque; verùm fi eadem illa nobis aliud fuadebit utilitas, hanc relictis magiftrorum autoritatibus, fequemur. Quintil. lib. 2. cap. 13.

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And tho' the ancients thus their rules invade,

(As Kings dispense with laws themselves have made)

Moderns beware! or if you must offend

Against the precept, ne'er tranfgrefs its end;
Let it be feldom, and compell'd by need;
And have, at leaft, their precedent to plead.
The critic elfe proceeds without remorse,
Seizes your fame, and puts his laws in force.

I know there are, to whofe prefumptuous thoughts Those freer beauties, ev'n in them, feem faults. Some figures monftrous and mif-fhap'd appear, Confider'd fingly, or beheld too near,

Which, but proportion'd to their light, or place,
Due distance reconciles to form and grace.
A prudent chief not always must display
His pow'rs in equal ranks, and fair array,
But with th' occafion and the place comply,
Conceal his force, nay feem fometimes to fly.
Those oft' are ftratagems which errors seem,
Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.

Still green with bays each ancient altar ftands,
Above the reach of facrilegious hands;
Secure from flames, from envy's fiercer rage,
Destructive war, and all-devouring age.

1475

See,

See, from each clime the learn'd their incenfe bring:

Hear, in all tongues confenting Peans ring!

In praise fo juft let ev'ry voice be join'd,
And fill the gen'ral chorus of mankind!

Hail, bards triumphant! born in happier days;
Immortal heirs of univerfal praise !

Whofe honours with increase of ages grow,
As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow!
Nations unborn your mighty names fhall found,
And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
Oh may some spark of your celestial fire,

The laft, the meanest of your fons infpire,

(That on weak wings, from far, pursues your flights;200
Glows while he reads, but trembles as he writes)
To teach vain wits a fcience little known,
T'admire fuperior fenfe, and doubt their own!
Of all the causes which confpire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and mifguide the mind,
What the weak head with strongest biafs rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Whatever nature has in worth deny'd,
She gives in large recruits of needful pride;

For as in bodies, thus in fouls, we find

What wants in blood and spirits, fwell'd with wind:

Pride,

Pride, where wit fails, fteps in to our defence,
And fills up all the mighty void of fense!
If once right reafon drives that cloud away,
Truth breaks upon us with refiftless day;
Trust not your felf; but your defects to know,
Make use of ev'ry friend-and ev'ry foc.
A little learning is a dang'rous thing;
Drink deep, or tafte not the Pierian spring:
There fhallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely fobers us again.

Fir'd at first fight with what the mufe imparts,.
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts,
While from the bounded level of our mind,
Short views we take, nor fee the lengths behind; 25

But more advanc'd, behold with strange furprize

New diftant fcenes of endless science rife!

So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try,

Mount o'er the vales, and feem to tread the sky,
Th' eternal fnows appear already past,

And the first clouds and mountains feem the last:
But those attain'd, we tremble to furvey
The growing labours of the lengthen'd way,
Th' increafing profpect tires our wand'ring eyes,
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arife!"

* A perfec

* A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the fame spirit that its author writ,

Survey the whole, nor feek flight faults to find;
Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind;
Nor lofe, for that malignant dull delight,

The gen'rous pleasure to be charm'd with wit:
But in fuch lays as neither ebb, nor flow,
Correctly cold, and regularly low, `·

That fhunning faults, one quiet tenour keep;
We canot blame indeed-but we may fleep.
In wit, as nature, what affects our hearts
Is not th' exactness of peculiar parts;
'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call,

But the joint force and full refult of all.

Thus when we view fome well-proportion'd dome,250

(The world's just wonder, and ev'n thine O Rome!) No fingle parts unequally furprize;

All comes united to th' admiring eyes;

No monftrous height, or breadth, or length appear;
The whole at once is bold, and regular.

Diligenter legendum eft, ac pane ad fcribendi follicitudinem : Nec per partes modò fcrutanda funt omnia, fed perlectus liber utique ex integro refumendus. Quintil.

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