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“See yonder hill, so green, so round,
Or I will tear your slighted bonghs, Its brow with ambient beeches crown'd!
And let them fade around my brows. 'Twould well become thy gentle care
And thou, my grot! whose lonely bounds To raise a dome to Venus there :
The melancholy pine surrounds! Pleas'd would the nymphs thy zeal survey; May she admire thy peaceful gloom, And Venus, in their arms, repay.
Or thou shalt prove her lover's tomb." I was such a shade, and such a nook,
And now the lofty domes were rear'd; In such a vale, near such a brook ;
Loud laugh'd the 'squires, the rabble star'd. From such a rocky fragment springing;
“See, neighbours, what our Damon 's doing ! That fam'd Apollo chose, to sing in.
I think some folks are fond of ruin! There let an altar wrought with art
I saw his sheep at random strayEngage thy tuneful patron's heart.
But he has thrown his crook away~ How charming there to muse and warble
And builds such huts, as in foul weather Beneath his bust of breathing marble!
Are fit for sheep nor shepherd neither.” With laurel wreath and mimic lyre,
“ Whence came the sober swain misled?" That crown a poet's vast desire.
Why, Phæbus put it in his head. Then, near it, scoop the vaulted cell
Phoebus befriends him, we are told; Where Music's 3 charming maids may dwell; And Phæbus coins bright tons of gold. Prone to indulge thy tender passion,
'Twere prudent not to be so vain on't, And make thee many an assignation.
I think he 'll never touch a grain on 't. Deep in the grove's obscure retreat
And if, from Pbæbus, and his Muse, Be plac'd Minerva's sacred seat;
Mere earthly laziness ensues ; There let her awful turrets rise,
'Tis plain, for aught that I can say, (For Wisdom flies from vulgar eyes :)
The Devil inspires, as well as they.” There her calm dictates shalt thou hear
So they-while fools of grosser kind, Distinctly strike thy listening ear :
Less weeting wbat our bard design'd, And who would shun the pleasing labour,
Impute his schemes to real evil; To have Minerva for his neighbour ?”
That in these haunts he met the Devil. In short, so charm'd each wild suggestion, He own'd, though their advice was vain, Its truth was little call'd in question:
It suited wights who trod the plain : And Damon dreamt he saw the Fauns,
For dulness-though he might abhor it And Nympbs, distinctly, skim the lawns;
In them he made allowance for it : Now trac'd amid the trees, and then
Nor wonder'd, if, beholding mottos, Lost in the circling shades again.
And urns, and domes, and cells, and grottos, With leer oblique their lover viewing
Folks, little dreaming of the Muses, And Cupid-panting-and pursuing
Were plagued to guess their proper uses. “ Fancy, enchanting fair," he cried,
But did the Muses haunt his cell ? “ Be thou my goddess ! thou my guide!
Or in his dome did Venus dwell ? For thy bright visions I despise
Did Pallas in his counsels share? What foes may think or friends advise.
The Delian god reward his prayer? The feign'd concern, when folks survey
Or did his zeal engage the fair? Expense, time, study, cast away ;
When all the structures shone complete ; The real spleen, with which they see:
Not much convenient, wondrous neat; I please myself, and follow thee.”
Adorn'd with gilding, painting, planting, Thus glow'd his breast by fancy warm'd; And the fair guests alone were wanting ; And thus the fairy landscape charm’d.
Ah, me! (Itwas Damon's own confession)
Came Poverty, and took possession.
“ Ye doves! for whom I reard the grove,
Why droops my Damon, whilst he moves Or I have reard the grove in vain !
Through ornamented meads and groves? Ye flowers! which early spring supplies,
Near columns, obelisks, and spires, Display at once your brightest dyes!
Which every critic eye adınires ? That she your opening charms may see:
'Tis Poverty, detested majd, Or what were else your charms to ine?
Sole tenant of their ample shade! Kind Zephyr! brush each fragrant flower,
'T is she, that robs him of his ease, And shed its odours round my bower;
And bids their very charms displease. Or ne'er again, O gentle wind !
But now, by Fancy long control'd, Shall I, in thee, refreshment find :
And with the sons of Taste enroll’d, Ye streams, if e'er your banks I lov'a,
He deem'd it shameful to conimence If e'er your native sounds improv'd,
First minister to Common-sense: May each soft inurmur sooth my fair ;
Far more elated, to pursue Or, oh, 't will deepen my despair!
The lowest task of dear Vertù. Be sure, ye willows ! you be seen
And now behold his lofty soul, Array'd in liveliest robes of green;
That whilom flew from pole to pole,
Settle on some elaborate flower; 3 The Muses.
And, like a bee, the sweets devour!
PART THE FOURTH.
Now, of a rose enamour'd, prove
'Tis the prætexta's utmost bound, The wild solicitudes of love!
With radiant purple edg'd around, Now, in a lily's cup enshrin'd,
To please the child; whose glowing dyes Forgo the commerce of mankind!
Too long delight maturer eyes: As in these toils he wore away
And few, but with regret, assume The calm remainder of his day;
The plain-wrought labours of the loom. Conducting sun, and shade, and shower,
Ah ! let not me by fancy steer, As most might glad the new-born flower,
When life's autumnal clouds appear; So Fate ordain'd—before his eye
Nor een in learning's long delays Starts up the long-sought butterfly !
Consume my fairest, fruitless days: While, futtering round, her plumes unfold Like him, who should in armour spend Celestial crimson dropt with gold.
The sums that armour should defend. Adieu, ye bands of flowerets fair !
A while in Pleasure's myrtle bower, The living beauty claims his care,
We share her smiles, and bless her power; For this he strips-nor bolt, nor chain,
But find at last, we vainly strive Could Damon's warm pursuit restrain.
To fix the worst coquette alive. See him o'er hill, morass, or mound,
() you! that with assiduous flame Where'er the speckled game is found,
Have long pursued the faithless dame, Though bent with age, with zeal pursue ;
Forsake 'her soft abodes a while, And totter tow'rds the prey in view.
And dare her frown, and slight her smile: Nor rock, nor stream, his steps retard,
Nor scorn, whatever wits may say, Intent upon the blest reward!
The foot-path road, the king's high-way, One vassal fly repays the chase !
No more the scrupulous charmer tease, A wing, a film, reward the race!
But seek the roofs of honest Ease; Reward him, though Disease attend,
The rival fair, no more pursued, And in a fatal surfeit end.
Shall there with forward pace intrude; So fierce Camilla skimm'd the plain.
Shall there her every art essay, Smit with the purple's pleasing stain,
To win you to her slighted sway; She eye'd intent the glittering stranger,
And grant your scorn a glance more fair And knew, alas! nor fear, nor danger;
Than e'er she gave your fondest prayer. Till deep within her panting heart
But would you happiness pursue ? Malicious Fate impell’d the dart !
Partake both ease, and pleasure too? How studjous he what favourite food
Would you, through all your days, dispense Regales dame Nature's tiny brood !
The joys of reason, and of sense? What junkets fat the filmy people!
Or give to life the most you can, And what liqueurs they choose to tipple !
Let social virtue shape the plan. Behold him, at some crise, prescribe,
For does not to the virtuous deed And raise with drugs the sickening tribe !
A train of pleasing sweets succeed ; Or haply, when their spirits fau'ter,
Or, like the sweets of wild desire, Sprinkling my Lord of Cloyne's tar-water.
Did social pleasures ever tire? When Nature's brood of insects dies,
Yet midst the group be some preferr'd, See how he pimps for amorous flies !
Be some abhorr'd—for Damon err'd: See him the timely succour lend her,
And such there are of fair address And help the wantons to engender!
As 't were un social to caress. Or see him guard their pregnant hour ;
O learn by Reason's equal rule Exert his soft obstetric power;
To shun the praise of knave, or fool! And, lending each bis lenient hand,
Then, though you deem it better still With new-born grubs enrich the land !
To gain some rustic'squire's good will; O Wilks 4! what poet's loftiest lays
And souls, however mean or vile, Can match thy labours, and thy praise ?
Like features, brighten by a smile; Immortal sage! by Fate decreed
Yet Reason holds it for a crime, To guard the moth's illustrious breed;
The trivial breast should share thy time: Till fluttering swarms on swarms arise,
And Virtue, with reluctant eyes, And all our wardrobes teem with flies!
Beholds this human sacrifice! And must we praise this taste for toys ?
Through deep reserve, and air erect, Admire it then in girls and boys.
Mistaken Damon won respect; Ye youths of fifteen years, or more,
But could the specious homage pass, Resign your moths—the season 's o'er.
With any creature, but an ass ? 'Tis time more social joys to prove;
If conscious, they who fear'd the skin, 'T were now your pobler task-to love.
Would scorn the sluggish brute within. Let *** *'s eyes more deeply warm;
What awe-struck slaves the towers enclose, Nor, slighting Nature's fairest form,
Where Persian monarchs eat and doze ! The bias of your souls determine
What prostrate reverence all agree Towards the mean love of Nature's vermin. To pay a prince they never see!
But, ah! how wondrous few have known, Mere vassals of a royal throne ! To give each stage of life its own!
The sophi's virtues must be shown,
To make the reverence his own. 4 Alluding to moths and butterflies, delineated As for Thalia—wouldst thou make her by Benjamin Wilks. See his very expensive pro- Thy bride without a portion ?-take her, posals.
She will with duteous care attend,
Whose wily arts, by creeping Time maturd, And all thy duteous hours befriend;
Advance them high on Power's tyrannic throne : Will swell thy joys, will share thy pain;
To lord it there in gorgeous uselessness, With thee rejoice, with thee complain;
And spurn successless Worth that pines below! Will smooth thy pillow, pleat thy bowers;
See the rich churl, amid the social sons And bind thy aching head with flowers,
Of wine and wit, regaling ; hark he joins But be this previous maxim known,
In the free jest delighted ! seems to show If thou canst feed on love alone :
A meliorated heart! he laughs! he sings ! If, blest with her, thou canst sustain
Songs of gay import, madrigals of glee, Contempt, and poverty, and pain :
And drunken anthems set agape the board. If so- then rifle all her graces
Like Demea, in the play, benign and mild, And fruitful be your fund embraces!
And pouring forth benevolence of soul, Too soon, by caitiff-spleen inspir'd,
Till Micio wonders: or, in Shakespeare's line, Sage Damon to his groves retird:
Obstreperous Silence; drowning Shallow's voice, The path disclaim'd by sober Reason;
And startling Falstaff, and his mad compeers. Retirement claims a later season;
He owns 't is prudence, ever and anon,
To smooth his careful brow! to let his purse
He likes our ways; he owns the ways of wit
Are ways of pleasaunce, and deserve regard. Love lurks within the rosy bower,
True we are dainty good society, And claims the speculative hour;
But what art thou? Alas! consider well, Ambition finds his calm retreat,
Thou bane of social pleasure, know thyself. And bids bis pulse too fiercely beat.
Thy fell approach, like some invasive damp (caves, E'en social Friendship duns his ear,
Breath'd through the pores of earth from Stygian And cites him to the public sphere.
Destroys the lamp of mirth; the lamp which we Does he resist their genuine force ?
Its flamens boast to guard: we know not how, His temper takes some froward course;
But at thy sight the fading flame assumes Till Passion, misdirected, sighs
A ghastly blue, and in a stench expires. (ensky'd; For weeds, or shells, or grubs, or flies !
True, thou seem'st' chang'd; all sainted, all Far happiest he, whose early days,
The trembling tears that charge thy melting eyes. Spent in the social paths of praise,
Say thou art honest, and of gentle kind. Leave, fairly printed on his mind,
But all is false! an intermitting sigh A train of virtuous deeds behind :
Condemns each hour, each moment giv'n to smiles, From this rich fund, the memory draws
And deems those only lost, thou dost not lose. The lasting mead of self-applause.
E’en for a demi-groat, this open'd soul, Such fair ideas lend their aid
This boon companion, this elastic breast To people their sequester'd shade.
Revibrates quick; and sends the tuneful tongue Such are the Naiads, Nymphs, and Fauns, To lavish music on the rugged walls That baunt his foods, or cheer his lawns.
Of some dark dungeon. Hence, thou caitiff, fly! If, where his devions ramble strays,
Touch not my glass, nor drain my sacred bowl, He Virtue's radiant form surveys;
Monster, ingrate! beneath one common sky [roof She seems no longer now to wear
Why shouldst thou breathe ? beneath one common The rigid mien, the frown severe 5;
Thou ne'er shalt harbour: nor my little boat To show him her remote abode;
Receive a soul with crimes to press it down. To point the rocky arduous road :
Go to thy bags, thou recreant ! hourly go, But from each flower, his fields allow,
And, gazing there, bid them be wit, be mirth, She twines a garland for his brow.
Be conversation. Not a face that smiles
With social purport, bid or ev'n or morn
Invest thee happy! but when life declines,
May thy sure heirs stand tittering round thy bed,
And, ushering in their favourites, burst thy locks,
With joy depart, and cry, “ We ask no more." Insanis; omnes gelidis quæcunque lacernis Ah never never may th' harmonious mind Sunt tibi, Nasones Virgiliosque vides. Mart. Endure the worldly! Poets, ever void
Of guile, distrustless, scorn the treasur'd gold,
Balanc'd with friendship, in the poet's eye
Than lightning swifter. From his cavern'd store Nor think some miser vents his sapient saw,
The sordid soul, with self applause, remarks Or some dull cit, unfeeling of the charms
The kind propensity ; remarks and smiles, That tempt profusion, sings ; while friendly zeal, And hies with impious haste to spread the snare. To guard from fatal ills the tribe he loves,
Him we deride, and in our comic scenes Inspires the meanest of the Muses' train!
Contemn the niggard form Moliere has drawn. Like you I loathe the grovelling progeny,
We loathe with justice; but alas the pain
To bow the knee before this calf of gold; 5 Alluding to the allegory in Cebes's tablet. Implore his envious aid, and meet his frownt
PART THE FIRST
But 't is not Gomez, 't is not he whose heart Alas! that he, amid the race of men, Is crusted o'er with dross, whose callous mind That he, who thinks of purest gold with scorn, Is senseless as his gold, the slighted Muse
Should, with unsated appetite, demand Intensely loa bes. T is sure no equal task And vainly court the pleasure it procures! To pardon him, who lavishes his wealth
When fancy's vivid spark impels the soul On racer, fox-hound, hawk or spaniel, all
To scorn quotidian scenes, to spurn the bliss But human merit; who with gold essays
Of vulgar minds, wliat nostrum shall compose All, but the noblest pleasure, to remove
Its fatal tension ? in what lonely vale The want of genius, and its smiles enjoy.
Of balmy medicine's various field aspires But you, ye titled youths! whose nobler zeal The blest refrigerant? Vain, ah vain the hope Would barnish o'er your coronets with fame; Of future peace, this orgasm uncontrol'd! Who listen pleas'd when poet tunes his lay; Impatient, hence, of all the frugal mind Permit him not, in distant solitudes,
Requires ; to eat, to drink, to sleep, to fill
Denied its continuity of joy.
No lavish cost; to crown its utmost prayer
Entire profusion! Days, and nights, and hours, Two lawless powers, engag'd by mutual hate Thy voice, hydropic Fancy! calls aloud In endless war, beneath their fags enroll
Por costly draughts, innndant bowls of joy, • The vassal world. This Avarice is nam’d, Rivers of rich regalement ! seas of bliss ! That Luxury; 't is true their partial friends Seas without shore ! infinity of sweets! Assign them softer names; usurpers both;
And yet, unless sage Reason join her hand That share by dint of arms the legal throne In pleasure's purchase, pleasure is uusure: Of just Economy; yet both betray'd
And yet, unless Economy's consent By fraudful ministers. The niggard chief, Legitimate expense, some graceless mark, Listening to want, all faithless, and prepar'd Some symptom ill-conceald, shall, soon or late, To join each moment in his rival's train,
Burst like a pimple from the vicious tide His conduct models by the needless fears
Of acid blood, proclaiming want's disease, The slave inspires; while Luxury, a chief
Amidst the bloom of sbow. The scanty stream Of amplest faith, to Plenty's rule resigns (sounds Slow-loitering in its channel, seems to vie His whole campaign. 'Tis Plenty's flattering With Vaga's depth; but should the sedgy power, Engross his ear; 't is Plenty's smiling form Vain-glorious, empty his penurious urn Mores still before his eyes. Discretion strives, O'er the rough rock, how must his fellow But strives in vain, to banish from the throne
streams The perjur'd minion. He, secure of trust, Deride the tinklings of the boastive rill! With latent malice to the hostile camp,
I not aspire to mark the dubious path Day, night, and hour, his monarch's wealth conveys. That leads to wealth, to poets mark'd in vain!
Ye towering minds ! ye sublimated souls ! But ere self-flattery sooth the vivid breast Who, careless of your fortunes, seal and sign, With dreams of fortune ne'er allied to faine, Set, Jet, contract, acquit, with easier mien
Refect how few, who charm'd the listening ear Than fops take snuff! whose economic care Of satrap or of king, her smiles enjoy'd ! Your green-silk purse engrosses ! casy, pleas'd, Consider well, what meagre alms repaid To see gold sparkle through the subtle folds; The great Maonian, sire of tuneful song, Lovely, as when th' Hesperian fruitage smild And prototype of all that soar'd sublime, Amid the verdurous grove! who fondly hope And left dull cares below; what griefs impelld Spontaneous harvests! harvests all the year! The modest bard of Icarn’d Eliza's reign Who scatter wealth, as though the radiant crop To swell with tears his Mulla's parent stream, Glitter'd on every bough; and every bough And mourn aloud the pang “ to ride, to run, Like that the Trojan gather'd, once avuls'd To spend, to give, to want, to be undone.” Were by a splendid successor supplied
Why should I tell of Cowley's pensive Muse Instant, spontaneous ! listen to my lays.
Belov'd in vain ? too copious is my theme! For 't is not fools, w bate'er proverbial phrase Which of your boasted race might bope reward Have long decreed, that quit with greatest ease Like loyal Butler, when the liberal Charles, The treasur'd gold. Of words indeed profuse, The judge of wit, perus'd the sprightly pase, Of gold tenacious, their torpescent soul
Triumphant o'er his foes ? Believe not Hope,
Poet and rich ! tis-solecism extreme!
In every nerve and fibre of his soul,
Has Nature wove; and Fate confirm'd the clue. Illume; the glittering chariot gild anew,
Nor yet despair to shun the ruder gripe And add strange wisdom to the furs of power, Of Penury; with nice precision learn
A dollar's value. Foremost in the page
When linnets drop the wing, nor grove nor stream That marks th' expense of each revolving year, Invites thee forth, to sport thy drooping Muse; Place inattention. When the lust of praise, Seize the dull hour, nor with regret assign Or honour's false idea, tempts thy soul
To worldly prudence. She nor nice nor coy To slight frugality, assure thine heart
Accepts the tribute of a joyless day; That danger's near This perishable coin She smiles well-pleas'd, when wit and mirth recede, Is no vain ore. It is thy liberty,
And not a Grace, and not a Muse will bear. It fetters misers, but it must alone
Then, from majestic Maro's awful strain, Enfranchise thee. The world, the cit-like world, Or towering Homer, let thine eye descend Bids thee beware; thy little craft essay;
To trace, with patient industry, the page Nor, piddling with a tea-spoon's slender form, Of income and expense. And oh! beware See with soup-ladles devils gormandize.
Thy breast, self-ilattering, place no courtly smile, Economy ! thou good old aunt' whose mien No golden promise of your faithless Muse, Porrow'd with age and care the wise adore. Nor latent mine which Fortune's hand may show, The wits contemn! reserving still thy stores Amid thy solid store. The Syren's song To cheer thy friends at last! why with the cit, Wrecks not the listening sailor half so sure. Or bookless churl, with each ignoble name, See by what avenues, what devious paths, Each earthly nature, deign'st thou to reside? The foot of Want detested steals along, And, shunning all who by thy favours crown'd And bars each fatal pass. Some few short hours Might glad the world, to seek some vulgar mind Of punctual care, the refuse of thy ear Inspiring pride, and selfish shapes of ill ?
On frugal schemes employ'd, shall give the Muse Why, with the old, infirm, and impotent,
To sing intrepid many a cheerful day. And childless, love to dwell; yet leave the breast But if too soon before the tepid gales Of youth, unwarn’d, uoguided, uninform'd? Thy resolution melt; and ardent vows, Of youth, to whom thy monitory voice
In wary hours preferr'd, or die forgot, Were doubly kind ? for sure to youthful eyes Or seem the forc'd effect of bazy skics; (How short soe'er it prove) the road of life Then, ere Surprise, by whose impetuous rage Appears protracted ; fair on either side
The massy fort, with which thy gentler breast The Loves, the Graces play, on Fortune's child I not compare, is won, the song proceeds. Profusely smiling; well might vou essay
Know too, by Nature's nndininish'd law, 'The frugal plan, the lucrative employ,
Thronghout her realms obey'd, the various parts
O that the Muse's voice inight pierce the ear In each idea it imbibes, is found
And grow familiar, various though their tribe, Requires the pruner's hand; the seqnent stage, Their tempers various, vow perpetual faith : It barely vegetates : nor long the space
That, should the world's disjointed frame once more Ere robb’d of warmth its arid trunk display To chaos yield the sway, amid the wreck Fell Winter's total reign. O lovely source Their union should survive ; with Roman warmth, Of generous foibles, youth! when opening minds By sacred hospitable laws endear'd. Are honest as the light, lucid as air,
Should each idea recollect its friend. As fostering breezes kind, as linnets gay,
Here then we fix; on this perennial base Tender as buds, and lavish as the Spring!
Erect thy safety, and defy the storın. Yet, hapless state of man ! his earliest youth Let soft Profusion's fair idea join Cozens itself; his age defrauds mankind.
Her hand with Poverty; nor bere desist, Nor deem it strange that rolling years abrade Till, o'er the group that forms their various train, The social bias. Life's extensive page
Thou sing lond hymeneals. Let the pride What does it but unfold repeated proofs
Of outward show in lasting leagues combine Of gold's omnipotence? With patriots, friends, With Shame threadbare; the gay vermilion face Sickening beneath its ray, enervate some,
Of rasb Intemperance be discreetly pair'd And others dead, whose putrid name exhales With sallow Hunger; the licentious Joy, A noisome scent, the bulky volume teers. With mean Dependence; e'en the dear delight With kinsmen, brothers, suns, moi-tening theshroud, Of sculpture, paint, intaglios, books, and coins, Or honouring tbe grave, with specious grief Thy breast, sagacious Prudence ! shall connect Of short duration; soon in Fortune's beams With filth and beggary ; nor disdain to link Alert, and wondering at the tears they shed. With black Insolvency. Thy soul alarm'd
But who shall save by tamne prosaic strain Shall shun the syren's voice; nor boldly dare That glowing breast, where wit with youth conspires To bid the soft enchantress share thy breast, To sweeten luxury? The fearful Muse
With such a train of horrid fiends conjoin'd.
Could other rules impart; the friendly strain,
Whatever Colchos bore; and in your breast
It greatly shall avail, if e'er thy stores
PART THE SECOND