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Rofcommon. Habitual Innocence adorns her thoughts;

But your Neglect muft answer for her Faults.

Immodeft Words admit of no Defence;
For want of Decency is want of Sense.
What mod’rate Fop wou'd rake the Park or Stews,
Who among Troops of faultless Nymphs may choo-

Variety of such is to be found;
Take then a subject, proper to expound;
But moral, great, and worth a Poet's Voice,
For Men of sense despise a trivial Choice:
And such Applause it must expeet to meet;
As would some Painter busy in a Street,
To copy Bulls and Bears, and ev'ry Sign
That calls the itaring Sots to nasty Wine.

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Yet ’tis not all to have a Subject good,
It must delight us, when 'tis understood.
He that brings fulsom Objects to my View,
(As many Old have done, and many New)
With nauseous Images my fancy fills,
And all goes down like Oximel of Squills.
Instruct the list'ning World how Maro fings
Of useful Subjects, and of lofty Things.
Those will such true, such bright Ideas raise,
As merit Gratitude as well as Praile :
But foul Descriptions are offensive still,
Either for being like, or being ill.
For who, without a Qualm, hath ever look'd
On holy Garbage, tho' by Homer cook'd?
Whose railing Heroes, and whose wounded Gods,
Make some suspect, He snores, as well as nods.
But I offend Virgil begins to frown,
And Horace looks with Indignation down:
My blushing Muse with conscious Fear retires,
And whom they like, implicitly admires.

On sure foundations let your Fabrick rise,
And with attractive Majesty surprise.


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Nòt by affected, meretricious Arts,
But strict harmonious Symmetry of Parts,
Which through the Whole insensibly must pass;
With vital Heat to animate the Mass.
А pure, an active, an auspicious Flame,
And bright as Heav'n, from whence tlie Blessing

But few, oh few Souls, preordain'd by Fate,
The Race of Gods, have reach'd' that envy'à

No Rebel-Titan's facrilegious Crimê,
By leaping Hills on Hills can thither climb:
The grizly Ferry.inan of Hell deny'd
Aeneas Entrance, 'till he knew his Guide
How justly then will impious Mortals fall,
Whose Pride wou'd foar to Heav'nt without a


Pride Cof all others the most dang'rous Fault,)
Proceeds from want of Sense, or want of Thoughts
The Men, who labour and digest things most,
Will be much apter to despond, thian boast.
For if your Author be profoundly good;
'Twill cost you dear, before he's understood.
How many Ages fince has Virgil writ?
How few are they who understand him yet?
Approach his Altars with religious Fear,
No vulgar Deity inhabits there:
Heav'n i hakes not more at Jove's imperial Nod,
Than Poets shou'd before their Mantuan God:
Hail mighty Maro! may that facred Name

Breast with thy celestial Flame!
Sublime Ideas, and apt Words infuse;
The Mufe instruct my Voice, and thou inspire the

Mufe !

Kindle my

What I have instanc'd only in the best, is, in proportion, true of all the rest

.. Take pain's, the genuine Meaning to explore; There sweat, there strain, tug the laborious Qar:

Beifp. Samml. 3. B.


Xomscomon, Search ev'ry Comment that your Care can find,
Some here, some there, 'may , hit the Poet's

Yet be not blindly guided by the Throng;
The Multitude is always in the Wrong.
When Things appear unnatural or hard,
Consult your Author, with himself compar'd.
Who knows what Blessing Phoebus may bestow,
And future Ages to your Labour owe?
Such Secrets are not easily found out,
But once discover'd, leave no room for doubt.
Truth ftamps Conviction in your ravish'd Breast,
And Peace and Joy attend the glorious Guest.

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John Philip 8.

John philips.

Von dem oben (B. I. S. 449.) vorgekommenen Schäfer, Dichter Umbrore Philips ist der, vornehmlich in der Lehrgat. tung berühmte, englische Dichter Join Philips zu unter: scheiden, der von 1676 bis 1708 lebte. Auch von ihm hat man nur wenige Gedichte, unter welchen die komische Paros die der Miltonschen Schreibart, The Splendid Shilling, und das Lehrgedicht, The Cyder, oder von der Bereitung des Aes pfelmoftes, die berühmtesten sind. Dieß lektre ist Nachah mung des Virgilischen Gedichts vom Landbau, und hat, außer dem poetischen Verdienste, auch noch den Vorzug véls liger Wahrheit und Richtigkeit der darin ertheilten Auweiz fungen. Der auch unter und berühmte Botanist and Gars tenkenner Niller &ußerte darüber gegen Dr. Johnson vas Urtheil, es gebe manche Bücher in Prose über die nämliche Materie, die nicht so viel Wahres enthielte'n, als dieses Gedicht, welches sich auch durch die geschickte Anlegung des Plans, und durch eine wirklich Virgilische Verflechtung des Nogenehmen und Gefühlvollen mit dem Nütlichen und uns terrichtenden empfiehlt. Von minder vortheilhafter Wirs kung ist, der, deu Engländern fonft in , Lehrgedichten nie gew:hnliche, Gebrauch reimlører Verse, den auch Dr. Jolina ron tadelt, weil diese Versart zu sehr an den feierlichen Gang des Heldengedichts erinnert, und leicht den poetischer Ausdruck über die hier weit engeru Grånzen hinaus führt. -6. auch Durch's Briefe, 1. 9.


A thousand accidents the farmer's hopes
Subvert, or check; uncertain all his toil,
'Till lusty autumn's luke-warm days allay'd
With gentle colds, insensibly confirm
His ripening labours: autumn to the fruits
Earth's various lap produces, vigour giver
Equal; intenerating milky grain,

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Wohn Berries, and sky-dy'd Plumbs, and what in coat
Prilips. Rough, or soft rind, or bearded husk, or shell;

Fat Olives, and Pilacio's fragrant nut,
And the Pine's tasteful Apple: autumn paints
Ausonian hills with Grapes, whilst English

- plains
Blush with pomaceous harvests, breathing tweets.
O let me now, when the kind early dew
Unlocks th' embofom'd odors, walk among
The well-rang'd files of trees, whose full ag'd

Diffuse Ambrofial steams, than Myrrh, or Nard
More grateful, or perfuming flow'ry Bean!
Soft whisp'ring airs, and the lark's matin long
Then woo to musing, and becalm the mind
Perplex'd with irksome thoughts.

Thrice happy

Best portion of the various year, in which
Nature rejoiceth, smiling on her works
Lovely, to full perfection wrought! but ah,
Short are our joys, and neighb'ring griefs di.

Our pleasant hours. Inclement winter dwells
Contiguous; forth with frosty blasts deface
The blithsome year :

trees of their shriveld

Are widow'd, dreary storms o'er all prevail.
Now, now's the time; ere hafty suns forbid
To work, disburden thou thy fapless wood
Of its rich progeny; the turgid fruit
Abounds with mellow liquor; now exhort
Thy hinds to exercise the pointed steel
On the hard rock, and give a wheely form
To the expected grinder: now prepare
Materials for thy mill, a sturdy post
Cylindric, to support the grinder's weight
Excessive, and a flexile fallow entrench'd,
Rounding, capacious of the juicy hord.
Nor must thou not be mindful of thy press
Long ere the vintage; but with timely care

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