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Till all-expressive Action call them forth.

Thus the sweet pipe, mute in itself, no sound

Sends forth, nor breathes its pleasing notes around;
But if some swain, with happy skill endu❜d,
Inspire with animating breath the wood,
Wak'd into voice, it pours its tuneful strains,
The harmony divine enchants the plains.

Quod spiro, et placeo, si placeo, tuum est.

HOR.

EPISTLE XXV.

ΤΟ

MR. GARRICK.

ON

RECEIVING HIS PORTRAIT, PAINTED BY MR. DANCE.

GARRICK! whate'er resembles thee
Must ever claim regard from me ;
Well pleas'd I view thy counter part,
And highly praise the Painter's art.

Arduous the task is, great the merit,
To represent that fire and spirit,
Those piercing eyes, that speaking face,
That form, compos'd of ease and grace :-
All this I feel ;-could feelings do,
Then I should be a Painter too;

I should draw GARRICK, and perchance
Produce a work, t'outrival DANCE.

But GARRICK, sure thou need'st not send

A gift of this sort to thy friend,

As if that friend requir'd to see
Something to make him think of thee.

Whoe'er has seen thy wond'rous pow'rs,
Whoe'er has shar'd thy social hours,
Can he, can such a one forget
Thy native humor, sterling wit?
No, GARRICK- -he must surely find,
Deeply imprinted on his mind,

In such warm tints thy form and face,
No time or distance can efface.

EPISTLE XXVI.

ΤΟ

DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.

AT

MOUNT EDGCUMBE.

BY THE LATE

EARL OF CHATHAM.

LEAVE, Garrick, the rich landscape, proudly gay,
Docks, forts, and navies, brightening all the bay :
To my plain roof repair, primaeval seat!
Yet there no wonders your quick eye can meet,
Save, should you deem it wonderful to find
Ambition cur'd, and an unpassion'd mind;
A statesman without power, and without gall,
Hating no courtiers, happier than them all;
Bow'd to no yoke, nor crouching for applause,
Votary alone to freedom and the laws.

Herds, flocks, and smiling Ceres deck our plain,
And, interspers'd, an heart-enlivening train

Of sportive children frolic o'er the green;

Meantime pure Love looks on, and consecrates the

scene.

Come, then, immortal Spirit of the stage,
Great Nature's proxy, glass of every age!

Come, taste the simple life of Patriarchs old,

Who, rich in rural peace, ne'er thought of pomp or gold.

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