"Who's this with nonsense, nonsense would restrain? "Who's this (they cry) so vainly schools the vain ? "Who damns our trash, with so much trash replete ? "As, three ells round, huge Cheyne rails at meat?" Shall I with Bavius then my voice exalt, And challenge all mankind to find one fault? With huge Examens overwhelm my page, And darken reason with dogmatic rage? As if, one tedious volume writ in rhyme, In prose a duller could excuse the crime : Sure, next to writing, the most idle thing Is gravely to harrangue on what we sing. At that tribunal stands the writing tribe, While snarlers strive with proud but fruitless pain, Sore prest with danger, and in awful dread As turns a flock of geese, and, on the green, Poke out their foolish necks in awkward spleen, (Ridiculous in rage!) to hiss, not bite, So war their quills, when sons of dulness write. Α PARAPHRASE ON PART OF THE BOOK OF THRICE happy JоB+ long liv'd in Regal State, It is disputed amongst the critics who was the author of the book of Job; some give it to Moses, some to others. As I was engaged in this little performance, some arguments occurred to me which favor the former of those opinions; which arguments I have flung into the following notes, where little else is to be expected. †The Almighty's speech, chapter xxxviii. &c. which is what I paraphrase in this little work, is by much the finest part of the noblest and most ancient poem in the world. Bishop Patrick says, its grandeur is as much above all other poetry, as thunder is louder than a whisper. In or der to set this distinguished part of the poem in a fuller light, and give the reader a clearer conception of it, I have abridged the preceding and sub His friends around the deep affliction mourn'd, Then Joв contain❜d no more; but curs'd his fate. His words were daring, and displeas'd his friends; And summon all their reason to the field: sequent parts of the poem, and joined them to it; so that this piece is a sort of an epitome of the whole book of Jub. I use the word paraphrase, because I want another which might better answer to the uncommon liberties I have taken. I have omitted, added, and transposed. The mountain, the comet, the sun, and other parts, are entirely added: those upon the peacock, the lion, &c. are much enlarg ed; and I have thrown the whole into a method more suited to our notions of regularity. The judicious, if they compare this piece with the original, will, I flatter myself, find the reasons for the great liberties I have indulged myself in through the whole. Longinus has a chapter on interrogations, which shews that they contribute much to the sublime. This speech of the Almighty is made up of them. Interrogation seems indeed the proper style of majesty incensed. It differs from our manner of reprooff, as bidding a person execute himself, does from a common execution; for he that asks the guilty a proper question, makes him, in effect, pass sentence on himself. |