And b great Nassau to Kneller's hand decreed To fix him graceful on the bounding Steed; So well in paint and stone they judg’d of merit: But Kings in Wit may want discerning Spirit. 385 The Hero William, and the Martyr Charles, One knighted Blackmore, and one pension d Quarles; Which made old Ben and surly Dennis swear, 66 No Lord's anointed, but a c Russian Bear." Not with such d majesty, such bold relief, 390 The Forms auguft, of King, or conquering Chief, E’er swellid on marble; as in verfe have shin'd (In polish'd verse) the manners and the Mind. Oh! could I mount on the Mæonian wing, Your e Arms, your Actions, your Repose to sing ! 395 What f seas you travers’d, and what fields you fought! Your Country's Peace, how oft, how dearly bought! How d Fortis 6 Alexandri vultum fimulantia. quod fi [At neque dedecorant tua de fe judicia, atque Munera quae multa dantis cum laude tulerunt, Dile&ti tibi Virgilius Variufque poetae ;] Nec magis expressi d vultus per ahenea figna, Quam per vatis opus mores animique virorum Clarorum apparent. nec sermones ego mallem Repentes per humum, e quam res componere gestas, Terrarumque f fitus et flumina dicere, et arces How g barbarous rage your word, And Nations wonder'd while they dropp'd the sword! How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep, 400 h Peace stole her wing, and wrapt the world in sleep; Till earth's extremes your mediation own, And i Asia's Tyrants tremble at your ThroneBut k Verse, alas ! your Majesty disdains ; And I'm not us'd to Panegyric strains : 405 The Zeal of 1 Fools offends at any time, But most of all, the Zeal of Fools in rhyme. Besides, a fate attends on all I write, 410 There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a owoful likeness; and if lyes, “ Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise :" Well Montibus impositas, et 8 barbara regna, tuisque n Well may he p blush, who gives it, or receives; And when I flatter, let my dirty leaves 415 (Like Journals, Odes, and such forgotten things As Eusden, Philips, Settle, writ of Kings) 9 Clothe spice, linc trunks, or, fluttering in a row, Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho. Nec prave factis decorari versibus opto : BOOK BOOK 11. EPISTLE II. # : “ Ludentis fpeciem dabit, & torquebitur.” Hor. DEAR EAR Col’nel, Cobham's and your country's Friend! You love a Verse, take such as I can send. b A Frenchman comes, presents you with his Boy, Bows, and begins" This Lad, Sir, is of Blois : “ Observe his shape how clean ! his locks how curld! “ My only son, I'd have hina see the world : " His French is pure ; his Voice too-you shall hear. « Sir, he's your slave, for twenty pound a year. “ Mere wax as yet, you fashion him with ease, “ Your Barber, Cook, Upholsterer, what you please : “ A perfect genius at an Opera song" To say too much, might do my honour wrong. " Take EPISTOL A II. FLORE, bono claroque fidelis amice Neroni, b Si quis forte velit puerum tibi vendere natum Tibure vel Gabiis, et tecum fic agat: “ Hic et • Candidus, et talos a vertice pulcher ad imos, “ Fiet eritque tuus nummorum millibus octo; “ Verna ministeriis ad nutus aptus heriles; “ Litterulis Graecis imbutus, idoneus arti “ Cuilibet : argilla quidvis imitaberis uda : a ! grace to cry: 20 “ Take him with all his virtues, on my word; Though faith, I fear, 'twill break his Mother's heart. o'erlook but that) it is, to steal.” cIf, after this, you took the graceful lad, Could you complain, my Friend, he prov'd so bad ? Faith, in such case, if you should prosecute, I think Sir Godfrey should decide the suit; Who sent the Thief that stole the Cash, away, And punish'd him that put it in his way. d Consider then, and judge me in this light; I told you when I went, I could not write; You 25 : Quin etiam canet indoctum, sed dulce bibenti. pauper in aere. “ Nemo hoc mangonum faceret tibi: non temere a me « Quivis ferret idem : semel hic cefiavit, et (ut fit) “ In scalis latuit metuens pendentis habenae : “ Des nummos, excepta nihil te si fuga laedit." c Ille ferat pretium, poenae fecurus, opinor. Prudens emisti vitiosum: dicta tibi eft lex. Insequeris tamen hunc, et lite moraris iniqua. d Dixi me pigrum proficiscenti tibi, dixi Talibus officiis prope mancum; ne mea saevus |