He more to his new Friend than Mistress kind, To Love, and living in a Lady's Arms. What fhameful and what monftrous things are these? And then they rail at those they cannot please; And grudge the Sign of old BEN. JOHNSON'S Head; Can scarce be judg'd but by a following Age: For Dances, Flutes, Italian Songs, and Rhime, But that must fail, which now fo much o'er-rules, By painful Steps at last we labour up And with juft Pride behold the rest below. Heroick Heroick Poems have a juft Pretence To be the utmost stretch of human Sense; A Work of fuch ineftimable Worth, There are but two the World has yet brought forth; Do those mere Sounds the World's Attention draw! As much above the reft of Human Kind! Read HOMER Once, and you can read no more Like Indians, view'd this wondrous Piece of Skill Not hop'd to be inftructed, but inspir'd: But But he, disclosing facred Myfteries, Has fhewn where all the mighty Magick lics; To fee this promis'd Land, yet ftay behind? Whofe Fancy flies beyond weak Reason's Sight, But he must do beyond what I can fay; Muft above Tasso's lofty Flights prevail, Succeed where SPENCER, and ev'n MILTON fail. VOL, I. L ODE с 'Tis only one Man tells another fo. And, for this great Dominion here, Which over other Beasts we claim, Reafon, our best Credential does appear; But how abfurdly, we may fee with fhame. Reafon, Reason, that folemn Trifle! light as Air ; Driv'n up and down, by Cenfure, or Applaufe: By partial Love away 'tis blown, Or the leaft Prejudice can weigh it down; Thus our high Privilege becomes our Snare. How weak, at beft, is Reason! yet the Grave II. In all those Wits, whofe Names have fpread fo wide, And ev'n the force of Time defy'd, Some Failings yet may be defcry'd. Among the reft, with Wonder be it told That BRUTUS is admir'd for CÆSAR'S Death; By which he yet furvives in Fame's immortal Breath. BRUTUS, ev'n he, of all the rest, In whom we should that Deed the most deteft, Is of Mankind esteem'd the best. |