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And very whimsical, and mighty dull,
And pitiful, and wond'rous pitiful:

I wish I had not heard it"-blessed dame!
Whene'er she speaks her audience wish the same.
Next Neddy Nicely-" Fye, O fye, good lack,
A nasty man to make his face all black."
Then lady Stiffneck shows her pious rage,
And wonders we shou'd act-upon a stage.
"Why, ma'am," says Coquetilla, "a disgrace?
Merit in any form may show her face:
In this dull age the male things ought to play,
To teach them what to do, and what to say.'
In short, they all with diff'rent cavils cram us,
And only are unanimous to damn us:
But still there are a fair judicious few,
Who judge unbiass'd, and with candour view;
Who value honesty, though clad in buff,
And wit, though dress'd in an old English ruff.
Behold them here-I beaming sense descry,
Shot from the living lustre of each eye.
Such meaning smiles each blooming face adorn,
As deck the pleasure-painted brow of morn;
And show the person of each matchless fair,
Though rich to rapture, and above compare,
Is, ev'n with all the skill of Heav'n design'd,
But an imperfect image of their mind;
While chastity unblemish'd and unbrib'd
Adds a majestic mien that scomms to be describ'd:
Such we will vaunt, and only such as these,
'Tis our ambition, and our fame to please.

EPILOGUE TO THE APPRENTICE.

(Enters reading a Play Bill.)

A VERY pretty bill—as I'm alive!
The part of-nobody-by Mrs. Clive!
A paltry scribbling fool-to leave me out-
He'll say, perhaps he thought I cou'd not spout.
Malice and envy to the last degree!
And why?-I wrote a farce as well as he,
And fairly ventur'd it-without the aid

Of prologue dress'd in black, and face in masquerade;

Oh! Pit-have pity-see how I'm dismay'd!
Poor soul! this canting stuff will never do.
Unless like Bayes he bring his hangman too.
But granting that from these same obsequies,
Some pickings to our bard in black arise;
Should your applause to joy convert his fear,
As Pallas turns to feast-Lardella's bier;
Yet 'twould have been a better scheme by half
T have thrown his weeds aside, and learnt with
me to laugh.

I cou'd have shown him, had he been inclin❜d,
A spouting junto of the female kind.
There dwells a milliner in yonder row,
Well dress'd, full yoic'd, and nobly built for show,
Who, when in rage she scolds at Sue and Sarah,
Damn'd,damn'd dissembler !—thinks she's more
than Zara.

She has a daughter too that deals in lace,
And sings-O ponder well-and Chevy Chase,
And fain wou'd fill the fair Ophelia's place.
And in her cock'd up hat, and gown of camblet,
Presumes on something-touching the lord'
Hamlet.

A cousin too she has with squinting eyes,
With waddling gait,and voice like London Cries
Who for the stage too short by half a story,
Acts Lady Townly-thus-in all her glory.
And while she's traversing her scanty room,
Cries-" Lord! my lord,what can I do at home!*
In short, we've girls enough for all the fellows,
The ranting, whining, starting, and the jealous,
The Hotspurs, Romeos, Hamlets, and Othellos.
Oh! little do these silly people know,
What dreadful trials-actors undergo.
Myself-who most in harmony delight,
Am scolding here from morning until night.
Then take advice from me, ye giddy things,
Ye royal milliners, ye apron'd kings;
Young men beware, and shun our slippery ways,
Study arithmetic, and shun our plays;
And you, ye girls, let not our tinsel train
Enchant your eyes, and turn your madd'ning
brain;

Be timely wise, for oh! be sure of this;
A shop, with virtue, is the height of bliss.

EPILOGUE

SPOKEN BY MR. SHUTER, AT COVENT-GARDEN, AFTER THE PLAY OF THE CONSCIOUS LOVERS, ACTED FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE MIDDLESEX HOSPITAL FOR LYING-IN WOMEN, 1755, IN THE CHARACTER OF

A MAN-MIDWIFE.

(Enters with a child.)

WHOE'ER begot thee, bas no cause to blush: Thou'rt a brave chopping boy, (child cries) nay, bush! bush hush!

A workman, faith! a man of rare discretion,
A friend to Britain, and to our profession:
With face so chubby, and with looks so glad,
O rare roast beef of England-here's a lad!
(Shows him to the Company f

(Child makes a noise again.)
Nay if you once begin to puke and cough,
Go to the nurse. Within!-bere take him off.
Well, Heav'n be prais'd, it is a peopling age,
Thanks to the bar, the pulpit, and the stage;
But not to th' army-that's not worth a farthing,
The captains go too much to Covent Garden,
Spoil many a girl,-but seldom make a mother,
They foil us one way-but we have them t'other.
(Shakes a box of pills.)

The nation prospers by such joyous souls,
Hence smokes my table, hence my chariot rolls.
Tho' some snug jobs, from surgery may spring,
Man-midwifry, man-midwifry's the thing!
Lean shou'd I be, e'en as my own anatomy,
By mere catharties and by plain phlebotomy.
Well, besides gain, besides the pow'r to please,
Besides the music of such birds as these,

(Shakes a purse.)

It is a joy refin'd, unmix'd and pure,
To hear the praises of the grateful poor.

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This day comes honest Taffy to my house, "Cot pless her, her has sav'd her poy and spouse; Her sav'd her Gwinnifrid, or death had swallow'd her, [Cadwallader." Tho' creat crand creat crand crand child of Cries Patrick Touzl'em, "I am bound to pray, You've sav'd my Sue in your same physic way, Aud further shall I thank you yesterday." Then Sawney came and thank'd me for my love, (I very readily excus'd his glove)

He bless'd the mon, e'en by St. Andrew's cross, "Who cur'd his bonny bearn and blithsome lass."

But merriment and mimicry apart,

Thanks to each bounteous hand and gen'rous heart

Of those, who tenderly take pity's part;
Who in good-natur'd acts can sweetly grieve,
Swift to lament, but swifter to relieve.
Thanks to the lovely fair ones, types of Heaven,
Who raise and beautify the bounty given;
But chief to him in whom distress confides,
Who o'er this noble plan so gloriously presides.

'The earl, afterwards duke, of Northumber land,

DE ARTE CRITICA.

A LATIN VERSION OF

MR. POPE'S ESSAY ON CRITICISM,

Nec me animi fallit-

Difficile illustrare Latinis versibus esse (Multa novis verb's præsertim cum sit agendum) Propter egestatem linguæ, & rerum novitatem.

DE ARTE CRITICA.

DICTU difficile est, an sit dementia major
Egisse invitâ vatem criticumne Minervâ;
Ille tamen certe venia tibi dignior errat
Qui lassat, quam qui seducit in avia, sensus.
Sunt, qui absurda canunt; sed enim stultissima
stultos

Quam longe exuperat criticorum natio vates;
Se solum exhibuit quondam, melioribus annis
Natus hebes, ridendum; at nunc musa improba
prolem

Innumeram gignit, quæ mox sermone soluto
Equiparet stolidos versus, certetque stupendo.
Nobis judicium, veluti quæ dividit boras
Machina, construitur, motus non omnibus idem,
Non pretium, regit usque tamen sua quemque.
Poetas

Divite perpaucos venâ donavit Apollo,
Et criticis recte sapere est rarissima virtus;
Arte in utraque nitent felices indole soli,
Musaque quos placido nascentes lumine vidit.
Ille alios melius, qui inclaruit ipse, docebit,
Jureque quam meruit, poterit tribuisse coronam.
Scriptores (fateor) fidunt propriæ nimis orti,
Nonne autem criticos pravus favor urget ibidem?
At vero propius si stemus, cuique fatendum est,
Judicium quoddam Natura inseverit olim :
Illa diem certe dubiam diffundere callet
Et, strictim descripta licet, sibi linea constat.
Sed minimum ut specimen, quod pictor doctus

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LUCRET.

AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM;

'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill
Appear in writing or in judging ill;
But of the two, less dang'rous is th' offence
To tire our patience, than mislead our sense.
Some few in that, but numbers err in this,
Ten censure wrong, for one who writes amiss.
A fool might once himself alone expose,
Now one in verse makes many more in prose.

'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own. In poets as true genius is but rare, True taste as seldom is the critic's share; Both must alike from Heaven derive their light, These born to judge, as well as those to write. 'Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well. Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true; But are not critics to their judgment too?

Yet if we look more closely, we shall find, * Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind: Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light; The lines, though touch'd but faintly, are drawn

right.

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Sunt qui belli homines primo, tum deinde poetæ,

Mox critici evasére, meri tum denique stulti. Est, qui nec criticum nec vatem reddit, inersque Ut mulus medium quoddam est asinum inter equumque. [entum

Bellula semi-hominum vix pæne elementa sciPrimula gens horum est, premitur quibus Anglia, quantum

Imperfecta scatent ripis animalcula Nili,
Futile, abortivum genus, & prope nominis expers,
Usque adeo æquivoca est, e quá generantur,
origo.

Hos centum nequeunt linguæ numerare, nec una
Unias ex ipsis, quæ centum sola fatiget.

At tu qui famam simul exigis atque redonas
Pro meritis, criticique affectas nobile nomen.
Metitorte ipsum, prudensque expendito quæ sit
Judicii, ingeni tibi, doctrinæque facultas;
Si qua profunda nimis, cauto vitentor, & ista
Linea, quâ coeunt stupor ingeniunique, notator.
Qui finem imposuit rebus Deus omnibus aptum,
Humani vanum ingenii restrinxit acumen.
Qualis ubi oceani vis nostra irrumpit in arva,
Tunc desolatas alibi denudat arenas;
Sic animæ reminiscendi dum copia restat,
Consilii gravioris abest plerumque potestas ;
Ast ubi Phantasia fulgent radiantia tela,
Mnemosyne teneris cum formis victa liquescit.
Ingenio tantum Musa uni sufficit una,
Tanta ars est, tantilla scientia nostra videtur :
Non solum ad certas artes astric: a sequendas,
Sæpe has non nisi quâdam in simplice parte se-
quatur.

Deperdas partos utcunque labore triumphos,
Dum plures, regum instar, aves acquirere lauros;
Sed sua tractatu facilis provincia cuique est,
Si non, que pulchre sciat, ut vulgaria, temnat.

Naturam sequere imprimis, atque illius æquà
Judicium ex normà fingas, quæ nescia flecti:
Jila etenim, sine labe micans, ab origine divâ,
Clarâ, constanti, lustrantique omnia luce,
Vitamque, specimqne, & vires omnibus addat,
Et fons, & finis simul, atque criterion artis.
Quærit opes ex hoc thesauro ars, & sine pompâ
Præsidet, & nullas turbas facit inter agendum.
Talis vivida vis formoso in corpore mentis,
Lætitiam toti inspirans & robora massæ,
Ordinat & motus, & nervos sustinet omnes,
Inter opus varium tamen ipsa abscondita fallit.
Sæpe is, cui magnum ingenium Deus addidit,

idem

Indigus est majoris, ut hoc benè calleat uti ;Ingenium nam judicio velut uxor habendum est

But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd,
Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd,
So by false learning is good sense defac'd.
Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,
And some made coxcombs, Nature meant but
fools.

In search of wit, those lose their common sense,
And then turn critics in their own defence.
Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write,
Or with a rival's, or an eunuch's spite.
All fools have still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the laughing side:
If Mævius scribble in Apollo's spite,
There are, who judge still worse than he can

write.

Some have at first for wits, then poets past, Turn'd critics next: and prov'd plain fools at last. Some neither can for wits or critics pass, As heavy mules are neither horse, nor ass. Those half-learn'd witlings num'rous in our isle, As half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile, Unfinish'd things one knows not what to call, Their generation's so equivocal;

To tell 'em, wou'd a hundred tongues require, Or one vain wit's, that might a hundred tire.

But you who seek to give and merit fame, And justly bear a critic's noble name, Be sure yourself and your own reach to know, How far your genius, taste, and learning go. Lanch not beyond your depth, but be discreet And mark that point where sense and dulness

meet.

Nature to all things fix'd the limits tit,
And wisely curb'd proud man's pretending wit.
As on the land while here the ocean gains,
In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains.
Thus in the soul, while memory prevails,
The solid pow'r of understanding fails;
Where beams of warm imagination play,
The memory's soft figures melt away.
One science only will one genius fit:
So vast is art, so narrow human wit:
Not only bounded to peculiar arts,
But oft in those confin'd to single parts.
Like kings we lose the conquests gain'd before,
By vain ambition still to make them more.
Each might his several province well command,
Would all but stoop to what they understand.

First follow Nature, and your judginent frame
By her just standard, which is still the same.
Unerring Nature, sili divinely bright,
One clear, unchang'd, and universal light,
Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart,
At once the source, and end, and test of art.
Art from that fund each just supply provides,
Works without show, and without pomp presides:
In some fair body thus th' informing soul
With spirits feeds, with vigour fills the whole,
Each motion guides, and every nerve sustaius;
Itself unseen, but in th' effect, remains.
There are whom Heav'n has blest with store of
Yet want as much again to manage it;
For wit and judgment ever are at strife,
Though mcaut each other's aid, like

[wit, [wife. man and

Atque viro, cui fas ut pareat, usque repugnat.
Muse quadrupedem labor est inhibere capistro,
Præcipites regere, at non irritare volatus.
Pegasus, instar equi generosi, grandior ardet
Cum sentit retinacula, nobiliorque tuetur.
Regula quæque vetus tantum observata peritis
Non inventa fuit criticis, debetque profecto
Naturæ ascribi, sed enim quam lima polivit;
Nul as naturæ divina monarchia leges,
Exceptis solum quas sanxerit ipsa, veretur.

Qualibus, audistin' resonat celeberrima normis Græcia, seu doctum premit, indulgetve furorem ? lila suas sistit Parnassi in vertice natos,

Et, quibus ascendêre docet, salebrosa viarum,
Sublimique manu dona immortalia monstrat,
Atque æqu's reliquos procedere passibus urget.
Sic magnis doctrinâ ex exemplaribus haustâ,
Sumit ab hisce, quod hæc duxerunt ab Jove

summo.

Ingenuus judex musarum ventilat ignes,
Et fretus ratione docet præcepta placendi.
Ars critica officiosa Carcenæ servit, & ornat
Egregias veneres, pluresque irretit amantes.
Nunc vero decti longè diversa sequentes,
Contempti dominæ, vilem petierè ministram ;
Propriaque in miseros verterunt tela poetas,
Discipulique suos pro more odête magistros.
Haud aliter sanè nostrates pharmacopɔlæ
Ex medicum crevit quibus ars plagiaria chartis,
Audaces errorum adhibent sine mente medelas,
Et veræ Hippocratis jactant convicia proli.
Hi veterum authorum scriptis vescuntur, & ipsos
Verniculos, & tempus edax vicêre vorando.
Stultitia simplex ille, & sine divite venà,
Carmina quo fiant pacto miserabile narrat.
Doctrinam ostentans, mentem alter perdidit

omnem,

Atque alter nodis vafer implicat enodando.

Tu quicunque cupis judex procedere rectè,
Fac veteris cujusque stylus discatur ad unguem;
Fabula, materies, quo tendat pagina quævis ;
Patria, religio quæ sint, queis moribus ævum :
Si non intuitu cuncta hæc complecteris uno,
Scurra, cavilator-criticus mihi non eris unquam.
Ilias esto tibi studium, tibi sola voluptas,
Perque diem lege, per noctes meditare serenas ;
Hinc tibi judicium, hinc ortum sententia ducat,
Musarumque undas fontem bibe lætus ad ipsum.
Ipse suorum operum sit commentator, & author,
Mæonidisve legas interprete scripta Marone.
Cum caneret primum parvus Maro bella viros-
que,

Nee monitor Phoebus tremulas jam velleret aures,
Legibus immunem criticis se fortè putabat,
Ni! nisi naturam archetypam dignatus adire:
Sed simul ac cautè mentem per singula volvit,
Naturam invenit, quacunque invenit Homerum.
Victus, & attonitus, malesaui desinit ausi,
Jamque laboratum in numerum vigil omnia cogit,
Cultaque Aristotelis metitur carmina normâ.
Hinc veterum discas præcepta vererier, illos
Sectator, sic Naturam sectaberis ipsam.

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Those rules of old discover'd, not devis'd,
Are Nature still, but Nature methodiz'd:
Nature, like monarchy, is but restrain'd
By the same laws, which first herself ordain'd.

Hear how learn'd Greece her useful rules in-
dites,

[v'n,

When to suppress, and when indulge our flights!
High on Parnassus' top her sons she show'd,
And pointed out those arduous paths they trod,
Held from afar, aloft, th' immortal prize,
And urg'd the rest by equal steps to rise.
Just 3 precepts thus from great examples giv'n,
She drew from them what they deriv'd from Hea-
The generous critic fann'd the poet's fire,
And taught the world with reason to admire.
Then Criticism the Muse's handmaid prov'd,
To dress her charms, and make her more belov'd:
But following wits from that intention stray'd:
Who could not win the mistress woo'd the maid:
Against the poets their own charms they turn'd,
Sure to hate most the men from whom they learn'd,
So modern 'pothecaries taught the art,
By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part,
Bold in the practice of mistaken rules,
Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
Some on the leaves of ancient authors prey,
Nor time, nor moths e'er spoil'd so much as they.
Some dryly plain, without invention's aid,
Write dull receipts how poems should be made;
These lose the sense their learning to display,
And those explain the meaning quite away.

You then whose judgment the right course wou'd
Know well each ancient's proper character,[steer,
His fable, subject, scope of ev'ry page,
Religion, country, genius of his age:
Without all these at once before your eyes,
Cavil you may, but never criticize.

Be Homer's works your study and delight,
Read them by day and meditate by night. [bring,
Thence form your judgment, thence your notions
And trace the Muses upward to their spring.
Still with itself compar'd, his text peruse;
Or let your comment be the Mantuan muse.

4 When first young Maro sung of kings and

wars,

Ere warning Phœbus touch'd his trembling ears,
Perhaps he seem'd above the critic's law,
And but from Nature's fountains scorn'd to draw;
But when t' examiue every part he came,
Nature and Homer were, he found, the same;
Convinc'd, amaz'd, he checks the bold design,
And rules as strict his labour'd work confine,
As if the Stagyrite o'erlook'd each line.
Learn hence for ancient rules a just esteem,
To copy Nature, is to copy them.

Nec enim artibus editis factum est ut argumenta inveniremus, sed dicta sunt omnia antequam preciperentur, mox ea scriptores observata & collecta ediderunt.

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At vero virtus restat jam plurima, nullo Describenda modo, nulláque parabilis arte, Nam felix tam fortuna est, quam cura canendi. Musicam in hoc reddit divina poesis, utramque Multæ ornant veneres, quas verbis pingere non est,

[tam)

Quasque attingere nil nisi summa peritia possit.
Regula quandocunque minus diffusa videtur,
(Quum tantum ad propriam collinet singula me-
Si modo consiliis inserviat ulla juvandis
Apta licentia, lex enim ista licentia fiat.
Atque ita quo citius procedat, calle relicto
Communi musæ sonipes benè devius erret.
Accidit interdum, ut scriptores ingenium ingens
Erehat ad culpam egregiam,maculasque micantes
Quas nemo criticorum audet detergere figat;
Accidit ut linquat vulgaria claustra furore
Magnanimo, rapiatque solutum lege decoreni,
Hui, quum judicium non intercedat, ad ipsum
Cor properat, finesque illic simul obtinet omnes.
Haud aliter si forte jugo speculamur aprico,
Luminibus res arrident, quas Dadala tellus
Parcior ostentare solet, velut, ardua montis
Asperitas, scopulive exesi pendulus horror.
Cura tamen semper magna est adhibenda poesi,
Atque hic cam ratione insaniat author, oportet:
Et, quamvis veteres pro tempore jura refigunt,
Et leges violare suas regalitèr audent,
Tu caveas, monco, quisquis nunc scribis, & ipsam
Si legem frangas, memor ejus respice finem.
Hoc semper tamen evites, nisi te gravis urget
Nodus, præmonstrantque autho um exempla pri-
Ni facias, criticus totam implacabilis iram[orum.
Exercet, turpique notâ tibi nomen inurit.

Sed non me latuêre, quibus sua liberiores
Has veterum veneres vitio dementia vertit.
Et quædam tibi signa quidem monstrosa videntur,
Si per se vel perpendas, propriorave lustres,
Quæ rectâ cum constituas in luce locoque,
Formam conciliat distantia justa venustam.
Non aciem scmper belli dux callidus artis
Instruit æquali sèrie ordinibusque decoris,
Sed se temporibusque locoque accomodat, agmen
Celando jam, jamque fugæ simulachra ciendo.
Mentitur speciem erroris sæpe astus, & ipse
Somniat emunctus judex, non dormit Homerus.

Aspice, laurus adhuc antiquis vernat in aris,
Quas rabidæ violare manus non amplius audent;
Flammarum a rabie tutas, Stygiæque veneno
Javidiæ, Martisque minis & morsibus ævi.
Pocta caterva, viden! fert ut fragrantia thura;
Audin omnigenis resonant præconia linguis !
Laudes usque adeo meritas vox quæque rependat
Humanique simul generis chorus omnis adesto.
Salvete, O vates! nati melioribus annis,
Manus & immortale æternæ laudis adepti !
Queis juvenescit honos longo maturior ævo,
Ditior ut diffundit aquas, dum defluit amnis!
Vos populi mundique canent, sacra nomina, quos
jam

Inventrix (sic diis visum est) non contigit ætas !
Pars aliqua, o utinam! sacro scintillet ab igne
Illi; qui vestra, est extrema & humillima proles!
(Qui longe sequiter vos debilioribus alis
Lector magnanimus, sed enim, sed scriptor inau-
Sic critici vani, me præcipiente, priores [dax)
Mirari, arbitrioque suo diffidere discant.

Some beauties yet, no precepts can declare,
For there's a happiness as well as care.
Music resembles poetry, in each
Are Dameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master-hand alone can reach.
5 If where the rules not far enough extend,
(Since rules were made but to promote their end)
Some lucky license answers to the full
Th' intent propos'd, that licence is a rule.
Thus Pegasus a n arer way to take,
May boldly deviate from the common track.
Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend,
And rise 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 passing through the judgment,
The heart, and all its end at once attains. [gaius
In prospects thus some objects please our eyes,
Which out of Nature's common order rise,
The shapeless rock, or banging precipice.
But care and poetry must still be had,
It asks discretion ev'n in running mad.
And though the ancients thus their rules invade,
(As kings dispense with laws themselves have
Moderns beware! or if you must offend [made)
Against the precept, ne'er transgress its end.
Let it be seldom, and compell'd by need,
And have, at least, their precedent to plead.
The critic else proceeds without remorse,
Seizes your fame, and puts his laws in force.
I know there are, to whose presumptuous
thoughts

Those freer beauties, ev'n in them, seem faults.
Some figures monstrous, and mis-shap'd appear,
Consider'd singly, or beheld too near,
Which, but proportion'd to their light, or place,
Due distance reconciles to form and grace.
A prudent chief not a'ways must display,
His pow'rs in equal ranks, and fair array ;
But with th' occasion, and the place comply,
Conceal his force, nay, sometimes seem to fly.
Those oft are stratagems which errours seem,
Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.

Still green with bays each ancient altar stands,
Above the reach of sacrilegious hands;
Secure from flames, from envy's fiercer rage,
Destructive war, and all-devouring age. [bring
See, from each clime the learn'd their incense
Hear in all tongues consenting pœans ring!
In praise so just let ev'ry voice be join'd;
And fill the general chorus of mankind!
Hail, bards triumphant ! born in happier days,
Immortal heirs of universal praise!
Whose honours with increase of ages grow,
As streams roll down enlarging as they flow!
Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound,
And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
Oh! may some spark of your celestial fire
The last, the meanest of your sons inspire,
(That on weak wings from far pursues your flights,
Glows while he reads, but trembles as he writes)
To teach vain wits a science little known,
T'admire superior sense, and doubt their own.

5 Neque tam sancta sunt ista præcepta, sed hoc quicquid est, utilitas excogitavit; non negabo autem, sic utile est plerumque; verum si eadem illa nobis aliud suadebit utilitas, hanc, relictis magistrorum autoritatibus, sequemur.

QUINT. lib. 2, cap. 13.

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