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Who pants for glory finds but short repose, 300
A breath revives him, or a breath o’erthrows.
z Farewell the stage! if just as thrives tire play,
The filly bard grows fat, or falls away.

a There still remains, to mortify a Wit, The many-headed Monster of the Pit;

305 A fenfeless, worthless, and unhonour'd crowd : Who, 6 to disturb their betters mighty proud, Clattering their sticks before ten lines are spoke. Call for the Farce, c the Bear, or the Black-joke. What dear delight to Britons Farce affords! Ever the Taste of Mobs, but now d of Lords; (Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies From heads to ears, and now from ears to eyes) The Play stands still; damn action and discourse, Back fly the scenes, and enter foot, e and horse; 315

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Sic leve, fic parvum est, animum quod laudis avarum
Subruit, ac reficit: 2 valcat res ludicra, fi me
Palma negata macrum, donata reducit opimum.

Saepe etiam audacem fugat hoc terretque poetam
Quod numero plures, virtute et honore minores
Indocti, ftolidique, et b depugnare parati
Si discordet eques, media inter carmina poscunt
Aut cursum aut pugiles : his nam plebecula gaudet.
Verum d equitis quoque jam migravit ab aure voluptas
Omnis, ad incertos oculos, et gaudia vana.
Quatuor aut plures aulaea premuntur in horas;
Dum fugiunt e equitum turmae, peditumque catervae :
Mox trahitur manibus regum fortuna retortis;

Pageants on pageants, in long order drawn,
Peers, Heralds, Bishops, Ermin, Gold and Lawn;
The Champion too! and, to complete the jest,
Old Edward's Armour beams on Cibber's breast.
With f laughter sure Democritus had dy'd, 320
Had he beheld an Audience gape fo wide.
Let Bear or : Elephant be e'er so white,
The people, sure, the people are the fight!
Ah luckless h Poet! stretch thy lungs and roar,
That Bear or Elephant shall heed thee more; 325
While all its i throats the gallery extends,
And all the Thunder of the Pit ascends!
Loud as the Wolves, on k Orca's stormy steep,
Howl to the roarings of the Northern deep.
Such is the thout, the long-applauding note,
At Quin's high plume, or Oldfield's ' petticoat;

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Efleda festinant, pilenta, petorrita, naves; Captivum portatur ebur, captiva Corinthus. f Si foret in terris, rideret Democritus;

seu Diversum confusa genus panthera camelo, Sive s elephas albus vulgi converteret ora. Spectaret populum ludis attentius ipfis, Ut fibi praebentem mimo spectacula plura : Scriptores autem h narrare putaret asello Fabellam surdo. nam quae i pervincere voces Evaluere sonum, referunt quem noftra theatra ? k Garganum mugire putes nemus, aut mare Tuscum. Tanto cum ftrepitu ludi fpectantur, et artes, 1 Divitiaeque peregrinae : quibus m oblitus actor

Or when from Court a birth-day fuit bestow'd,
Sinks the m loft Actor in the tawdry load.
Booth enters-hark! the universal peal !
“ But has he spoken ?" Not a fyllable.

335 What shook the stage, and made the people stare ? n Cato's long wig, flower'd gown, and lacquer'd chair.

Yet, lest you think I railly more than teach, Or praise malignly Arts I cannot reach, Let me for once presume t' instruct the times, 340 To know the Poet from the man of rhymes : 'Tis he o who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each Passion that he feigns; Inrage, compose, with more than magic Art, With pity, and with terror, tear my heart; 345 And snatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.

P But not this part of the Poetic state Alone, deserves the favour of the Great :

Think

Cum ftetit in scena, concurrit dextera laevae.
Dixit adhuc aliquid ? nil fane. Quid placet ergo?
n Lana Tarentino violas imitata veneno.
Ac ne forte putes me, quae facere ipse recusem,
Cum recte tractent alii, laudare maligne ;
Ille per extentum funem mihi poffe videtur

meum qui pectus inaniter angit, Irritat, mulcet, falfis terroribus implet, Ut magnus; et modo me Thebis, modo ponit Athenis. p Verum age, et his, qui se. lectori credere malunt, Quam spectatoris faftidia ferre fuperbi,

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Think of those Authors, Sir, who would rely 350
More on a Reader's sense, than Gazer's eye.
Or who shall wander where the Muses sing?
Who climb their mountain, or who taste their spring ?
How shall we fill 9 a Library with Wit,
When Merlin's Cave is half unfurnith'd yet?

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My Liege! why Writers little claim your thought,
I guess; and, with their leave, will tell the fault:
Wer Poets are (upon a Poet's word)
Of all mankind, the creatures most absurd :
The s season, when to come, and when to go,
To fing, or cease to sing, we never know;
And if we will recite nine hours in ten,
You lose your patience just like other men.
Then too we hurt ourselves, when, to defend
A e single verse, we quarrel with a friend; 365
Repeat u unalk'd; w lament, the Wit's too fine
For vulgar eyes, and point out every line;
But most, when, straining with too weak a wing,
We needs will write Epistles to the King ;

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Curam impende brevem : fi 9 munus Apolline dignum
Vis complere libris ; et vatibus addere calcar,
Ut studio majore petant Helicona virentem.

Multa quidem nobis facimus mala faepe poetae,
(Ut vineta egomet caedam mea) cum tibi librum
s Solicito damus, aut fesfo : cum laedimur, é unum
Si quis amicorum est ausus reprendere versum :
Cum loca jam u recitata revolvimus irrevocati :
Cum lamentamur non apparere labores

And x from the moment we oblige the town, 37
Expect a place, or Pension from the Crown;
Or, dubb'd Historians by express command,
T'enroll your triumphs o'er the feas and land,
Be callid to Court to plan fome work divine,
As once for Louis, Boileau and Racine.

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Yet think, great Sir! (so many Virtues fhown)
Ah think, what Poet best may make them known?
Or chuse at least some Minister of Grace,
Fit to bestow the 2 Laureat's aweighty place.

a Charles, to late times to be transmitted fair, Assign'd his figure to Bernini's care;

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Noftros, et tenui deducta poemata filo;
Cum * speramus eo rem venturam, ut, fimul atque
Carmina rescieris nos fingere, commodus ultro
Arcessas, et egere vetes, et scribere cogas.
Sed tamen est y operae pretium cognofcere, quales
Aedituos habeat belli spectata domique
Virtus, 2 indigno non committenda poetae.

a Gratus Alexandro regi Magno fuit ille
Choerilus, incultis qui versibus et male natis
Rettulit acceptos, regale numifma, Philippos.
Sed veluti tractata notam labemque remittunt
Atramenta, fere fcriptores carmine foedo
Splendida facta linunt. idem rex ille, poema
Qui tam ridiculum tam care prodigus emit,
Edicto vetuit, ne quis se praeter Apellem
Pingeret, aut alius Lyfippo duceret acis

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