ON Mr. HOBBS AND HIS WRITING S. UCH is the Mode of thefe cenforious Days, SUC The Art is loft of knowing how to praise ; Pocts are envious now, and Fools alone As Strings, alike wound up, fo equal prove, From From fuch a caufe our Satires please so much, (While in dark Ignorance we lay afraid Of Fancies, Ghofts, and every empty Shade; Great HоBBS appear'd, and by plain Reafon's Light Put fuch fantastick Forms to fhameful Flight. Fond is their Fear, who think Men needs must be To Vice enflav'd, if from vain Terrors free The Wife and Good, Morality will guide; In other Authors tho' the Thought be good, Some Words should be left out, and fome explain'd; So that in fearch of Senfe, we either stray, But here fweet Eloquence does always fmile, As must both Knowledge and Delight impart, Which never hides the Blood, yet holds it in: As finooth as Woman, but as ftrong as Man, While Fame is young, too weak to fly away, Gives over, weary'd with so high a Flight, HOBBS mile, HOBBS to this happy Pitch arriv'd at last, Might have look'd down with Pride on Dangers paft. Men toil for Fame, which no Man lives to find; part Long ripening under-ground this China lics; of & Fame bears no Fruit, till the vain Planter dies. To fpare her felf, was glad to let him die. t Writ N 4 |