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UPON THE

THE USE OF POETRY.

OF ENGLISH VERSE...ON THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 69 Thus Fabias gain'd repute of old,

| Verse, thus design'd, has no ill fate, When Roman glory gasping lay;

If it arrive but at the date In concil slor, in action cold,

Of fading beauty, if it prove His country sar'd, running away.

But as long-liv'd as present love. What better method could you take?

Then you by beauty's charms must move, ud must at once a progress make I th' stratagems of war and love.

EARL OF ROSCOMMON'S He, that a princess' heart would gain,

TRANSLATION OF HORACE, DE ARTE POETICA: AND OF Must leam submissively to yield; The stubborn ne'er their ends obtain;

Rome was not better by her Horace taught, The vanquish'd masters are oth' field.

Than we are here to comprehend his thought : Goma, brave prince, with like success,

The poet writ to noble Piso there; Süll to increase your hop'd renown;

A noble Piso does instruct us here; Till to your conduct and address,

Gives us a pattern in his flowing style, Not to your birth, you owe a crown.

And with rich precepts does oblige our isle:

Britain! whose genius is in verse express'd, Proud Alra vith the power of Spain

Bold and sublime, but negligently dress'd. Crald not the noble Dutch enslave;

Horace will our superfluous branches prune, And siser Parma strove in vain,

Give as new rules, and set our harp in tune; For to reduce a race so brave.

Direct us how to back the winged horse, They Dox those very armies pay

Favour his flight, and moderate his force. By shich they were forc'd to yield to you;

Though poets may of inspiration boast, Tzer ancient birthright they betray,

Their rage, ill govern'd, in the clouds is lost. Ey their own votes you them subdue.

He, that proportion'd wonders can disclose,

At once his fancy and his judgment shows. We can then liberty maintain

Chaste moral writing we may learn from hence; When by such arts it is withstood ?

Neglect of which no wit can recompense. Freedom to princes is a chain,

The fountain, which from Helicon proceeds,
To all that spring from royal blood.

That sacred stream ! should never water weeds,
Nor make the crop of thorns and thistles grow,
Which envy or perverted nature sow.

Well-sounding verses are the charm we use,

Heroic thoughts and virtue to infuse:
OF ENGLISH VERSE.

Things of deep sense we may in prose unfold,

But they move more in lofty numbers told : Poets may boast, as safely vain,

By the loud trumpet, which our courage aids, Toer works shall with the world remain :

We learn, that sound, as well as sense, persuades. Both bound together, live or die,

The Muses' friend, unto himself severe, Tee verses and the prophecy.

With silent pity looks on all that err :

But where a brave, a public action shines, Bet vite can hope his line should long

That be rewards with his immortal lines. laz, in a daily-changing tongue ?

Whether it be in council or in fight, Wore they are new, envy prevails ;

His country's honour is his chief delight; band as that dies, our language fails.

Praise of great acts he scatters as a seed, When architects have done their part,

Which may the like in coming ages breed.

Here tanight the fate of verses, (always priz'd The matter may betray their art:

With admiration, or as much despis'd) Tize, if we use ill-chosen stone,

Men will be less indulgent to their faults, Sica brings a well-built palace down.

And patience have to cultivate their thoughts. Ports, that lasting marble seek,

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Nast care in Latin or in Greek:

Could it be known what they discreetly blot, We write in sand, our language grows,

Finding new words, that to the ravish'd ear And, like the tide, our work o'erflows.

May like the language of the gods appear,

Such, as of old, wise bards employ'd, to make (harveer his sense can only boast,

Unpolish'd men their wild retreats forsake : The glory of his nambers lost!

Law-giving heroes, fam’d for taming brutes, fears hase defac'd his matchless strain,

And raising cities with their charming lutes: And yet be did not sing in vain.

For rudest minds with harmony were caught, The beauties, which adorn'd that age,

And civil life was by the Muses taught. The shining subjects of his rage,

So, wandering bees would perish in the air, Hoping they should immortal prove,

Did not a sound, proportion'd to their ear, Pavarded with success his love.

Appease their rage, invite them to the hive,

Unite their force, and teach them how to thrives This was the gen'rous poet's scope;

To rob the flowers, and to forbear the spoil; Ad all an English pen can hope;

Preserv'd in winter by their summer's toil : To make the fair approve his fame.

They give us food, which may with nectar vie, That can so far extend their fame.

And wax, that does the absent Sun supply.

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And at the court his interest does employ AD COMITEM MONUMETENSEM That none, who 'scap'd his fatal sword, should die.

And now, these rash bold men their errour find,

Not trusting one, beyond his promise kind : Floribus Angligenis non hanc tibi necto corollam, One! whose great mind, so bountiful and brave,

Cùm satìs indigenis te probet ipse liber: Had learn'd the art to conquer and to save. Per me Roma sciet tibi se debere, quòd Anglo In vulgar breasts no royal virtues dwell; Romanus didicit cultiùs ore loqui.

Such deeds as these his high extraction tell, Ultima quæ tellus Aquilas duce Cæsare vidit, And give a secret joy to him? that reigns,

Candida Romulidum te duce scripta videt. To see his blood triumph in Monmouth's veins ; Consilio ut quondam Patriam nil juveris esto! To see a leader, whom he got and chose, Sed studio cives ingenioque juras.

Firm to his friends, and fatal to his foes. Namque dolis liber hic instructus, & arte Batava, But seeing envy, like the Sun, does beat A Belga nobis ut caveamus, ait.

With scorching rays, on all that's high and great: Horremus per te civilis dira furoris

This, ill-requited Monmouth! is the bough Vulnera; discordes Flandria quassa monet. The Muses send, to shade thy conquering brow. Hic discat miles pugnare, orare senator;

Lampoons, like squibs, may make a present blazer Qui regnant, leni sceptra tenere manu.

But time and thunder pay respect to bays. Macte, Comes ! virtute novâ; vestri ordinis ingens Achilles' arms dazzle our present view, Ornamentum, ævi deliciæque tui !

Kept by the Muse as radiant, and as new, Dum stertunt alii somno vinoque sepulti,

As from the forge of Vulcan first they came; Nobilis antiquo stemmate digna facis.

Thousands of years are past, and they the same:
Such care she takes to pay desert with fame!
Than which, no monarch, for his crown's defence

Knows how to give a nobler recompense.
TO MR. KILLEGREW,

UPON HIS ALTERING HIS PLAY, PANDORA, FROM A TRAGEDY
INTO A COMEDY, BECAUSE NOT APPROVED ON THE STAGE.

Sir, you should rather teach our age the way
Of judging well, than thus have chang'd your play:
You had oblig'd us by employing wit,
Not to reform Pandora, but the pit,
For, as the nightingale, without the throng
Of other birds, alone attends her song,
While the loud daw, his throat displaying, draws
The whole assembly of his fellow daws:
So must the writer, whose productions should
Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould;
Whilst nobler fancies make a flight too high
For common view, and lessen as they fly.

TO A
FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR,
A PERSON OF HONOUR, WHO LATELY WRIT A RELIGIOU

BOOK, ENTITULED, HISTORICAL APPLICATIONS, AN

OCCASIONAL MEDITATIONS UPON SEVERAL SUBJECTS.
Bolp is the man that dares engage
For piety, in such an age!
Who can presume to find a guard
From scorn, when Heaven's so little spar'd?
Divines are pardon'd; they defend
Altars on which their lives depend :
But the profane impatient are,
When nobler pens make this their care :
For why should these let in a beam
Of divine light to trouble them ;
And call in doubt their pleasing thought,
That none believes what we are taught?
High birth and fortune warrant give
That such men write what they believe,
And, feeling first what they indite,
New credit give to ancient light.
Amongst these few, our author brings
His well-known pedigree from kings.
This book, the image of his mind,
Will make his name not hard to find :
I wish the throng of great and good
Made it less easily understood !

ON THE
DUKE OF MONMOUTH'S EXPEDITION

INTO SCOTLAND, IN THE SUMMER SOLSTICE.
Swift as Jove's messenger, (the winged god)
With sword as potent as his charming rod,
He flew to execute the king's command,
And in a moment reach'd that northern land,
Where day, contending with approaching night,
Assists the hero with continued light.

On foes surpris'd, and by no night conceald,
He might have rush'd; but noble pity held
His hand a while, and to their choice gave space,
Which they would prove, his valour or his grace.
This not well heard, his cannon louder spoke,
And then, like lightning, through that cloud he

broke.
His fame, his conduct, and that martial look,
The guilty Scots with such a terrour strook,
That to his courage they resign the field,
Who to his bounty had refus'd to yield.
Glad that so little loyal blood it cost,
He grieves so many Britons should be lost :
Taking more pains, when he beheld them yield,
To save the flyers, than to win the field :

TO A
PERSON OF HONOUR,
UPON HIS INCOMPARABLE, INCOMPREHENSIBLE POEM,

ENTITLED THE BRITISH PRINCES.
Sir! you've oblig'd the British nation more,
Than all their bards could ever do before;
And, at your own charge, monuments, as hard
As brass or marble, to your fame have rear'd.

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For, as all Farlike nations take delight

So easy is thy sense, thy verse so sweet, To hear how their brare ancestors could fight, Thy words so proper, and thy phrase so fit, You hare advanc'd to wonder their renown, We reall, and read again, and still ailmire (fire! And no less virtuously improv'd your own; Whence came this youth, and whence this wondrous That 'twill be doubtful, whether you do write, Pardon this rapture, sir! But who can be Or they have acted, at a nobler height.

Cold and unmov'd, yet have his thoughts on thee? Yoa, of your ancient princes, have retriev'd Thy goodness may my several faults forgive, More than the ages knew in which they liv'd; And by your help these wretched lines may live. Explain'd their customs and their rights anew, Bat if, when view'd by your severer sight, Better than all their druids ever knew;

They seem unworthy to behold the light, Coriddled those dark oracles as well

Let them with speed in deserv'd fames be thrown! As those that made them could themselves foretell. They'll send no sighs, nor murmur out a groan, For, as the Britons long have hop'd in vain, But, dying silently, your justice own. Arthur would come to govern them again, You have fulfill'd that prophecy alone, And in your poem plac'd him on his throne.

THE TRIPLE COMBAT. Sah magic power has your prodigious pen, To raise the dead, and give new life to men, When through the world fair Mazarine had run, Make rival princes meet in arms and love, Bright as her fellow-traveller, the Sun, Wbom distant ages did so far remove.

Hither at length the Roman eagle flies,
Fæ, as eternity has neither past

As the last triumph of her conquering eyes.
Ner future, authors say, nor first nor last, As heir to Julius, she may pretend
But is all instant, your eternal Muse

A second time to make this island bend;
AR ages can to any one reduce.

But Portsmouth, springing from the ancient race Then why should you, whose miracles of art Of Britons, which the Saxon here did chase, Can life at pleasure to the dead impart,

As they great Cæsar did oppose, makes head, Trouble in vain your better-busied head,

And does against this new invader lead.
T observe what times they liv'd in, or were dead? That goodly nymph, the taller of the two,
For, since you have such arbitrary power,

Careless and fearless to the field does go.
It were defect in judgment to go lower,

Becoming blushes on the other wait, Op stoop to things so pitifully lewd,

And her young look excuses want of height. As use to take the vulgar latitude.

Beauty gives courage; for she knows the day For no man's fit to read what you have writ, Must not be won the Amazonian way. That holds not some proportion with your wit : Legions of Cupids to the battle come, As light can no way but by light appear,

For little Britain these, and those for Rome. He must bring sense, that understands it here. Dress'd to advantage, this illustrious pair

Arriv'd, for combat in the list appear.
What may the Fates design! for never yet

From distant regions two such beauties met.
TO MR. CREECH,

Venus had been an equal friend to both,
ON HIS TRANSLATION OF LUCRETIUS.

And Vict'ry to declare berself seems loath;

Over the camp with doubtful wings she flies, What all men wish'd, though few could hope to Till Chloris shining in the field she spies. We are now blest with, and oblig'd by thee. (see, The lovely Chloris well-attended came, Thoo! from the ancient learned Latin store, A thousand graces waited on the dame : Girst us one author, and we hope for more. Her matchless form made all the English glad, May they enjoy thy thoughts !--Let not the stage And foreign beauties less assurance had. The idlest moment of thy hours engage.

Yet, like the three on Ida's top, they all Each year that place some wondrous monster breeds, Pretend alike, contesting for the ball: And the wits' garden is o'er-run with weeds. Which to determine, Love himself declind, There farce is comedy ; bombast call'd strong ; Lest the neglected should become less kind. Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song. Such killing looks! so thick the arrows fly! Tis hard to say they steal them now-a-days; That 'tis unsafe to be a stander-by. For sure the ancients never wrote such plays. Poets, approaching to describe the fight, These scribbling insects bave what they deserve, Are by their wounds instructed how to write Het plenty, nor the glory for to starve.

They with less hazard might look on, and draw That Spenser knew, that Tasso felt before, The ruder combats in Alsatia; And Death found surly Ben exceeding poor. And, with that foil of violence and rage, Heared turn the omen from their image here! Set off the splendour of our golden age: May he with joy the well-plac'd laurel wear! Where Love gives law, Beauty the sceptre sways, Great Virgil's happier fortune may he find, And, uncompell’d, the happy world obeys. And be our Cæsar, like Augustus, kind!

But let not this disturb thy tuneful head; Thou writ'st for thy delight, and not for bread: Thou art not curst to write thy verse with care, But art above what other poets fear.

ELEGY MADE BY MRS. WHARTON What may we not expect from such a hand, That has, with books, himself at free command ? Thou know'st in youth, what age has sought in vain, Thus mourn the Muses ! on the hearse And bring'st forth sons without a mother's pain. Not ,strowing tears, but lasting verse;

OF AN

ON THE EARL OF ROCHESTER.

Which so preserves the hero's name,

Make the sea shine with gallantry, and all They make him live again in fame.

The English youth flock to their admiral, Chloris, in lines so like his own,

The valiant duke! whose early deeds abroad Gives him so just and high renown,

Such rage in fight, and art in conduct show'd. That she th' afflicted world relieves,

His bright sword now a dearer interest draws, And shows, that still in her he lives:

His brother's glory, and his country's cause. Her wit as graceful, great, and good;

Let thy bold pencil, hope and courage spread Ally'd in genius, as in blood.

Through the whole navy, by that hero led :
His loss supply'd, now all our fears

Make all appear, where such a prince is by,
Are, that the nymph should melt in tears. Resolv'd to conquer, or resolv'd to die.
Then, fairest Chloris ! comfort take,

With his extraction, and his glorious mind,
For his, your own, and for our sake;

Make the proud sails swell, more than with the Lest his fair soul, that lives in you,

Preventing cannon, make his louder fame (wind : Should from the world for ever go.

Check the Batavians, and their fury tamne.
So hungry wolves, though greedy of their prey,
Stop, when they find a lion in their way.

Make him bestride the ocean, and mankind
TO CHLORIS.

Ask his consent to use the sea and wind :
Caloris! what's eminent, we know,

While his tall ships in the barr'd channel stand, Must for some cause be valued so:

He grasps the Indies in his armed hand. Things without use, though they be good,

Paint an east-wind, and make it blow away Are not by us so understood.

Th' excuse of Holland for their navy's stay: The early Rose, made to display

Make them look pale, and, the bold prince to shun, Her blushes to the youthful May,

Through the cold north, and rocky regions run. Doth yield her sweets, since he is fair,

To find the coast where morning first appears, And courts her with a gentle air.

By the dark pole the wary Belgian steers ; Our stars do show their excellence,

Confessing now, he dreads the English more Not by their light, but influence:

Than all the dangers of a frozen shore; When brighter comets, since still known,

While from our arms, security to find, Fatal to all, are lik'd by none.

They Ay so far, they leave the day behind.

Describe their fleet abandoning the sea, So, your admired beauty still

And all their merchants left a wealthy prey ; Is, by effects, made good or ill.

Our first success in war make Bacchus crown,
And half the vintage of the year our own.
The Dutch their wine and all their brandy Jose,
Disarm'd of that, from which their courage grows !

While the glad English, to relieve their toil,
THE DUKE OF CAMBRIDGE.

In healths to their great leader drink the spoil. The failing blossoms, which a young plant bears,

His high commands to Afric's coast extend, Engage our hope for the succeeding years :

And make the Moors before the English bend : And hope is all which Art or Nature brings,

Those barbarous pirates willingly receive At the first trial, to accomplish things.

Conditions such as we are pleas'd to give. Mankind was first created an essay;

Deserted by the Dutch, let nations know, That ruder draught the deluge wash'd away.

We can our own and their great business do; How many ages pass'd, what blood and toil,

False friends chastise, and common foes restrain, Before we made one kingdom of this isle !

Which, worse than tempests, did infest the main. How long in vain had Nature striv'd to frame

Within those straits, make Holland's Smyrna fleet A perfect princess, ere her bighness came?

With a small squadron of the English meet; For joys so great we must with patience wait,

Like falcons these, those like a numerous flock "Tis the set price of happiness complete.

Of fowl, which scatter to avoid the shock. As a first-fruit, Heaven claim'd that lovely boy :

There paint confusion in a various shape,
The next shall live, and be the nation's joy.

Some sink, some yjeld, and, flying, some escape.
Europe and Africa, from either shore,
Spectators are, and hear our cannon roar;

While the divided world in this agree,
INSTRUCTIONS TO A PAINTER, Men that fight so, deserve to rule the sea.
FOR THE DRAWING OF THE POSTURE AND PROGRESS OF

But, nearer home, thy pencil use once more, HIS MAJESTY'S FORCES AT SEA, UNDER THE COMMAND

And place our navy by the Holland shore; OF HIS HIGHNESS-ROYAL: TOGETHER WITH THE BAT

The world they compass'd while they fought with TLE AND VICTORY OBTAINED OVER THE DUTCH, JUNE

But here already they resign the main : 3, 1665.

Those greedy mariners, out of whose way

Diffusive Nature could no region lay, First draw the sea; that portion, which between At home, preserv'd from rocks and tempests, lie, The greater world, and this of ours, is seen: Compell’d, like others, in their beds to die. Here place the British, there the Holland feet, Their single towns th’ Iberian armies prest; Vast Boating armies! both prepar'd to meet. We all their provinces at once invest, Draw the whole world, expecting who should reign, And in a month ruin their traffic more, After this combat, o'er the conquer'd main. Than that long war could in an age before. Make Heaven concern'd, and an unusual star But who can always on the billows lie? Declare th' importance of th' approaching war. The wat'ry wilderness yields no supply.

UPON OUR LATE LOSS OF

(Spain,

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Spreading our sails, to Harwich we resort, Three worthy persons 7 from his side it tore,
And meet the beauties of the British court. And dy'd his garment with their scatter'd gore.
TV' illustrious dutchess, and her glorious train, Happy! to whom this glorious death arrives,
(Lke Thetis with her nymphs) adom the main. More to be valued than a thousand lives!
The gazing sea-gods, since the Paphian queen 6 On such a theatre as this to die,
Sprung from among them, no such sight had seen. For such a cause, and such a witness by!
Charm'd with the graces of a troop so fair, Who would not thus a sacrifice be made,
Those deathless powers for us themselves declare, To have his blood on such an altar laid ?
Resolrd the aid of Neptune's court to bring, The rest about him strook with borrour stood,
And help the nation where such beauties spring : To see their leader cover'd o'er with blood.
The soldier here his wasted store supplies,

So trembled Jacob, when he thought the stains
And takes new valour from the ladies' eyes. Of his son's coat had issued from his veins.

Meanwhile, like bees when stormy winter's gone, He feels no wound, but in his troubled thoughts
The Dutch (as if the sea were all their own) Before for honour, now revenge, he fought :
Desert their ports, and, falling in their way, His friends in pieces torn (the bitter news
Oar Hamburgh merchants are become their prey. Not bronght by Fame) with his own eyes he views.
This flourish they, before th' approaching fight, His mind at once reflecting on their youth,
As dying tapers give a blazing light.

Their worth, their love, their valour, and their truth,
To check their pride, our fleet half victual'd goes, The joys of court, their mothers, and their wives,
Encogb to serve us till we reach our foes;

To follow him, abandon'd—and their lives! who now appear so numerous and bold,

He storms, and shoots : but flying bullets now,
The action worthy of our arms we hold.

To execute his rage, appear too slow :
A greater force than that which here we find They miss, or sweep but common souls away;
Ne'er press'd the ocean, nor employ'd the wind. For such a loss, Opdam his life must pay.
Restrain'd awhile by the unwelcome night,

Encouraging his men, he gives the word,
Th' impatient English scarce attend the light. With fierce intent that hated ship to board,
But now the morning (heaven severely clear!) And make the guilty Dutch, with his own arın,
To the fierce work indulgent does appear;

Wait on his friends, while yet their blood is warm.
And Phoebus lifts above the waves his light, His winged vessel like an eagle shows,
That he might see, and thus record, the fight. When through the clouds to truss a swan she goes:

As then loud winds from different quarters rush, The Belgian ship unmov'd, like some huge rock
Tag clouds encount'ring one another crush: Inhabiting the sea, expects the shock.
With swelling sails, so, from their sev'ral coasts, From both the fleets men's eyes are bent this way,
Join the Batavian and the British hosts.

Neglecting all the bus'ness of the day:
For a less prize, with less concern and rage, Bullets their fight, and guns their noise suspend;
The Roman fleets at Actium did engage:

The silent ocean does th' event attend,
They, for the empire of the world they knew, Which leader shall the doubtful vict'ry bless,
These, for the old contend, and for the new. And give an earnest of the war's success,
At the first shock, with blood and powder stain'd, When Heaven itself, for England to declare,
Ncr hearen nor sea their former face retain'd: Turns ship, and men, and tackle into air.
Fury and art produce effects so strange,

Their new commander from his charge is tost,
They trouble Nature, and her visage change. Which that young prince 8 had so unjustly lost,
Where burning ships the banish'd Sun supply, Whose great progenitors, with better fate,
An no light shines, but that by which men die, And better conduct, sway'd their infant state.
There York appears; so prodigal is he

His flight tow'rds Heaven th' aspiring Belgian took;
Of mral blood, as ancient as the sea !

But fell, like Phaëton, with thunder strook :
Which down to him, so many ages told,

From vaster hopes than his, he secm'd to fall,
Has through the veins of mighty monarchs rollid! That durst attempt the British admiral:
The great Achilles march'd not to the field, From her broadsides a ruder Aame is thrown,
Till Fulcan that impenetrable shield

Than from the fiery chariot of the Sun:
And arms had wrought: yet there no bullets flew; That bears the radiant ensign of the day,
Bat shants, and darts, which the weak Phrygians And she, the flag that governs in the sea.
Our bulder hero on the deck does stand (threw. The duke (ill-pleas'd that fire should thus prevent
Eupa'd, the bulwark of his native land;

The work, which for his brighter sword he meant)
Defansite arms laid by as useless here,

Anger still burning in his valiant breast,
Where massy balls the neighbouring rocks do tear. Goes to complete revenge upon the rest.
Some pow'r unseen those princes does protect, So, on the guardless herd, their keeper slain,
Wbo for their country thus themselves neglect. Rushes a tiger in the Lybian plain.

Against him first Opdam his squadron leads, The Dutch, accustom'd to the raging sea,
Proud of his late success against the Swedes, And in black storms the frowns of Heaven to see,
Made by that action, and his bigh command, Never met tempest which more urg'd their fears,
Worthy to perish by a prince's hand.

Than that which in the prince's look appears.
The tall Batavian in a vast ship rides,

Fierce, goodly, young! Mars he resembles, when
Bearing an army in her hollow sides;

Jove sends him down to scourge perfidious men;
Yet, not inclin'd the English ship to board, Such as with foul ingratitude have paid,
More on his guns relies, than on his sword; Both those that led, and those that gave them aid.
From whence a fatal volley we receiv'd,
It miss'd the duke, but his great heart it griev'd: ? Earl of Falmouth, lord Muskerry, and Mr.

Boyle.
6 Venus.

8 Prince of Orange

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