PROLOGUE SPOKEN AT THE COURT AT WHITEHALL, BEFORE KING CHARLES II. BY THE LADY ELIZABETH HOWARD. WIT IT has of late took up a trick t' appear Unmannerly, or at the beft, fevere: And poets share the fate by which we fall, When kindly we attempt to please you all. 'Tis hard your fcorn fhould against fuch prevail, Whofe ends are to divert you, though they fail. You men would think it an ill-natur'd jeft, Should we laugh at you when you do your best. Then rail not here, though you fee reason for 't If wit can find itself no better sport, Wit is a very foolish thing at court. Wit's business is to pleafe, and not to fright; 'Tis no wit to be always in the right; You'll find it none, who dare be fo to-night. Few fo ill-bred will venture to a play, To spy out faults in what we women say. For us, no matter what we fpeak, but how: How kindly can we fay-I hate you now! And for the men, if you'll laugh at them, do; They mind themselves so much, they'll ne'er mind TO THE KING. TO you (Great SIR) my meffage hither tends, From Youth and Beauty, your allies and friends; See my credentials written in my face, They challenge your protection in this place; Since 'tis well known, for your own part, great Prince, 'Gainft us you ftill have made a weak defence. E LE G. Y ON THE EARL OF ROCHESTER. BY MRS. WHARTON, DEEP waters filent roll; fo grief like mine Tears never can relieve, nor words define. Stop then, ftop your vain fource, weak springs of grief, Let tears flow from their eyes whom tears relieve. They from their heads fhew the light trouble there, Could my heart weep, its forrows 'twould declare: When drops of blood, my heart, thou'ft loft; thy pride, The caufe of all thy hopes and fears, thy guide! It is thy Elegy I write, not his : He was what no man ever was before, POEM S BY THE EARL OF ROSCOM M O N. AN ESS A Y ON TRANSLATED VERSE. To fearch the treafures of the Roman ftore; Who does not weep that reads the moving verfe! John Sheffield duke of Buckinghamshire. } Her excellent tranflators made her own: cares, The fault is more their language's than theirs: I fpeak my private, but impartial fense, For though materials have long fince been found, 4 [D] # The foil intended for Pierian feeds Must be well purged from rank pedantic weeds. Apollo ftarts, and all Parnaffus thakes, At the rude rumbling Baralipton makes. For none have been with admiration read, But who (befide their learning) were well bred. The first great work (a tafk perform'd by few) Is, that yourself may to yourself be true: No mak, no tricks, no favour, no reserve; Diffect your mind, examine every nerve. Whoever vainly on his ftrength depends, Begins like Virgil, but like Mævius ends. That wretch (in fpite of his forgotten rhymes) Condemn'd to live to all fucceeding times, With pompous nonsense and a bellowing found Sung lofty Ilium, tumbling to the ground. And (if my Mufe can through past ages fee) That noify, naufeous, gaping fool was he; Exploded, when with univerfal fcorn, The mountains labour'd and a moufe was born. Learn, learn, Crotona's brawny wrestler cries, Audacious mortals, and be timely wife! 'Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedg'd in that timber, which he ftrove to rend. Each poet with a different talent writes, One praises, one infructs, another bites. Horace did ne'er afpire to Epic bays, Nor lofty Maro ftoop to Lyric lays. Examine how your humour is inclin'd, And which the ruling paflion of your mind; Then, feek a poet who your way does bend, And choose an author as you choose a friend, United by this fympathetic bond, You grow familiar, intimate, and fond; Your thoughts, your words, your ftyles, your fouls agree, No longer his interpreter, but he. With how much eafe is a young Mufe betray'd! How nice the reputation of the maid! Your early, kind, paternal care appears, By chafte inftruction of her tender years. The first impreffion in her infant-breast Will be the deepeft, and fhould be the best. Let not aufterity breed fervile fear, No wanton found offend her virgin ear. Secure from foolish pride's affected state, And fpecious flattery's more pernicious bait, Habitual innocence adorns her thoughts, But your neglect muft anfwer for her faults. Immodeft words admit of no defence; For want of decency is want of fenfe. What moderate fop would rake the Park or ftews, Who among troops of faultlefs nymphs may choose? Variety of fuch is to be found: Take then a fubject proper to expound: Yet 'tis not all to have a fubject good, With nauseous images my fancy fills, For who, without a qualm, hath ever look'd On fure foundations let your fabric fife, A pure, an active, an aufpicious flame, came; But few, oh few fouls, præordain'd by fate, The race of Gods, have reach'd that envy's height. No Rebel-Titan's facrilegious crime, By heaping hills on hills can hither climb:. Pride (of all others the most dangerous fault) Heaven fhakes not more at Jove's imperial ned, Than poets fhould before their Mantuan God, Hail mighty Maro! may that facred name Kindle my breaft with thy celeftial flame; Sublime ideas and apt words infufe, The Muse inftru&t my voice, and thou infpire the Mufe! What I have inftanc'd only in the best, Is, in proportion, true of all the rest. Take pains the genuine meaning to explore, There fweat, there ftrain, tug the laborious car; Search every comment that your care can find, Some here, fome there, may hit the poet's mind; Yet be not blindly guided by the throng; The multitude is always in the wrong. When things appear unnatural or hard, Confult your author, with himself compar'd; Who knows what bleffing Phœbus may bestow, And future ages to your labour owe? Such fecrets 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. Truth ftill is one; truth is divinely bright, No cloudy doubts obscure her native light; While in your thoughts you find the least debate, You may confound, but never can translate. Your ftyle will this through all disguises show, For none explain more clearly than they know. He only proves he understands a text Whofe expofition leaves it unperplex'd. They who too faithfully on names infift, Rather create than diffipate the mist; grow unjust by being over-nice, (For fuperftitious virtue turns to vice.) Let Craffus's ghost and Labienus tell How twice in Parthian plains their legions fell. Since Rome hath been fo jealous of her fame. That few know Pacorus' or Monæfes' name. And } Th' Ænean Muse, when the appears in flate, And turn your veering heart with every gale, A quack (too fcandaloufly mean to name) * Hor. 3 Od. vi, For, greedy of physicians frequent fees, too; In this fad cafe, what could our vermin do? 'Tis very dangerous, tampering with a Muse, But what they feel tranfport them when they write, Have you been led through the Cumaan cave, But, though we must obey when heaven commands, And man in vain the facred call withstands, Thus have I feen a rapid headlong tide, While he, with eager force, urg'd his impetuous way. The privilege that ancient poets claim, Abfurd expreffions, crude, abortive thoughts, "Tis like a warning-piece, which gives the fign Finds nothing harsh or out of order there. A fkilful ear in numbers fhould prefide, Of many faults, rhyme is (perhaps) the cause; Too ftrict to rhyme, we flight more ufeful laws, For that, in Greece or Rome, was never known, Till by barbarian deluges o'erflown: Subdued, undone, they did at last obey, And change their own for their invaders' way. I grant that from fome mofly, idol oak, In double rhymes our Thor and Woden spoke; And by fucceffion of unlearned times, As Bards began, fo Monks rung on the chimes. But now that Phoebus and the facred Nine, With all their beams on our bleft ifland fhine, Why should not we their ancient rites restore, And be, what Rone or Athens were before? Have we forgot how Raphael's numerous ' profe • Led our exalted fouls through heavenly campt, And mark'd the ground where proud apoftate ' thrones 'Defy'd Jehovah! Here, 'twixt hoft and heft, (A narrow, but a dreadful interval) Portentous fight! before the cloudy van 'Satan with vaft and haughty ftrides advanc'd, Came towering arm'd in adamant and gold. 'There bellowing engines, with their fiery tubes, Difpers'd æthereal forms, and down they fell By thousands, angels on archangels roll'd; Recover'd, to the hills they ran, they flew, Which (with their ponderous load, rocks, waten, woods) · From their firm feats torn by the fhaggy tops They bore like fhields before them through the • air, 'Till more incens'd they hurl'd them at their fort, All was confufion, heaven's foundation fhook, Threatning no less than univerfal wreck, For Michael's arm main promontories flung, And over-preft whole legions weak with fin: Yet they blafphem'd and struggled as they bay, 'Till the great ensign of Meffiah blaz'd, · And (arm'd with vengeance) God's viĉteriou • Son (Effulgence of paternal deity) Grafping ten thoufand thunders in his hand, Drove th' old original rebels headlong dowa, And fent them flaming to the vast abyss." O may I live to hail the glorious day, And fing loud pans through the crouded way, When in triumphant ftate the British Mufe, True to herself, fhall barbarous aid refuse, And in the Roman majesty appear, Which none know better, and none come fo near. TO THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON, ON HIS ESSAY ON TRANSLATED VERSE, BY DR. CHETWOOD, 1684. AS when by labouring ftars new kingdoms riút, The mighty mafs in rade confufion lies, A court unform'd, diforder at the bar, And ev'n in peace the rugged mien of war, Till fome wife ftatefman into method draws The parts, and animates the frame with laws; Such was the cafe when Chaucer's early toil Founded the Mufes' empire in our foil. Spenfer improv'd it with his painful hand, But loft a noble Mufe in Fairy-land. Shakspeare faid all that Nature could impart, And Jonfon added Industry and Art. Cowley and Denham gain'd immortal praife; And fome, who merit as they wear the bays, Search'd all the treasuries of Greece and Rome, And brought the precious fpoils in triumph hott * An effay on blank verfe, out of Paradife Loft, But ftill our language had fome ancient ruf; B. VI. Our flights were often high, but feldom juft. |