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Virtue repuls’d, yet knows not to repine:
Virtue, to crown her fav’rites, loves to try Some new unbeaten passage to the fky; Where Jove a seat among the gods will give To those who die for meriting to live.
Next, faithful silence hath a fure reward;
15 Within our breast be ev'ry secret barr'd : He who betrays his friend, shall never be Under one roof, or in one ship, with me. For who with traitors would his fafety trust, Left with the wicked heaven involve the juft? And though the villain 'scape a while, he feels Slow vengeance, like a blood-hound, at his heels.
Ad amicum eruditum THOMAM SHERIDAN.
Scripfit O&t. ann. Dom. 1717.
Sic tibi propitius Permefli ad flumen Apollo:
* A white staff is the ensign of the Lord Treasurer's office,
Nam tu pectus eris fine corpore, corporis umbra;
Natalis te horæ non fallunt figna, sed usque
Quin tu alté penitusque latentia semina cernis, 25. Quæque diu obtundendo olim fub luminis auras Erumpent, piomis; quo ritu fæpe puella Sub cinere hesterno sopitos suscitat ignes.
Te dominum agnoscit quocunque sub aëre natus ; Quos indulgentis nimium cuftodia matris
30 Peisundat : nam fæpe vides in ftipite matrem.
Aureus at ramus, venerandæ dona Sibyllæ, Æneæ fedes tantùm patefecit Avernus; Sæpe puer, tua quem tetigit semel aurea virga, Cælumque terrasque videt, noctemque profundam.
APOLLO to the DEAN.
Written in the year 1720.
Right Trusty, and so forth, we let you to
know We are very ill us’d by you mortals below.
For, first, I have often by chymists been told,
Curmudgecn, a word here used as an adjective, now signifies a fordid riggardly fellow, i út was perhaps in its orig nal sense of more exter five import, buing probably a cori uption of coeur mechant, a wicked heart.
Did maliciously, falsely, and trait'rously write, 35
talents endu'd 45 On lier promise of yielding, the acted the prude: That some verses were writ with felonious intent, Direct to the north, where I never went: That the letters appear'd reverse thro' the pane, But in Stella's bright eyes they were place'd right again;
see why his verses fo seldom are shown:
* See verses said to be cut by two of the Dean's friends upon a pane of glass in one of his parii urs, among : he posthuincus pieces in this vo'ume.
+ The mechanism of this poem is formed upon a mistake, which a very right confideration of the laws of vision wou dlare preve..to ed. The whole de penes upon Cyrthia's se dire in Stelia's eyes the writing, wlich appeared inve:ted through be pani : hue as the writirg wis nue inviti don that fde of the glofs at which Sie.ia looked, it mı? nece ari'y be inverted in bir ey:s, VOL. VIII. E
My fifter transcrib'd it last night to his forrow, 05
-70 But the secret is this; I did lately intend To write a few verses on you, as my
friend : I studied a fortnight before I could find, As I rode in my chariot, a thought to my mind, And refolv'd the next winter, (for that is iny time, 75 When the days are at shortest), to get it in rhyme; Till then it was lock'd in my box at Parnassus : When that fubtle companion, in hopes to surpass us, Conveys out my paper of hints by a trick, (For I think in my conscience he deals with old nick), And from 11:y own stock provided with topics, 81 He gets to a window beyond both the tropics; There out of my light, just against the north zone, Writes down my conceits, and calls them his own; And you, like a cully, the bubble can swallow : 85 Now, who but Delany, that writes like Apollo? High treason by statute! but here you object, He only stole hints, but the verse is correct; Tho'the thought be Apollo's, 'tis finely express’d. So a thief steals my horse, and has him well dress'd. Now, whereas the said criminal feemspastrepentance, We Phoebus think fit to proceed to th: fentence. Since Delany has dar'd, like Prometheus his fire, To climb to our region, and thence to steal fire ; We order a vulture, in shape of the fplcen, 95 To prey on his liver, but not to be seen. And we order our subjects of ev'ry degree To believe all his verses were written by me; And, under the pain of our highest displeasure, To call nothing his but the rhyme and the measure. And laitly, for Stella just out of her prime, I'm too much reveng'd already by time.