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Yet if the crowd be judge of fit and just, Which well the noblest objects knew to
Now more than half a father's name is If those who gave the sceptre could not tie lost.
830 By their own deed their own posterity, 770 His eldest hope, with every grace adorned, How then could Adam bind his future By me, so Heaven will have it, always race?
mourned How could his forfeit on mankind take And always honored, snatched in manplace?
hood's prime Or how could heavenly justice damn us all By unequal fates and Providence's crime: Who ne'er consented to our father's fall? Yet not before the goal of honor won, 835 Then kings are slaves to those whom they All parts fulfilled of subject and of command,
son; And tenants to their people's pleasure Swift was the race, but short the time to
stand. Add that the power, for property allowed, Is mischievously seated in the crowd; For who can be secure of private right, Indulge one labor more, my weary If sovereign sway may be dissolved by Muse, might?
For Amiel: who can Amiel's praise refuse? Nor is the people's judgment always true: Of ancient race by birth, but nobler yet 900 The most may err as grossly as the few; In his own worth, and without title great: And faultless kings run down by common The Sanhedrin long time as chief he ruled, cry
Their reason guided, and their passion For vice, oppression, and for tyranny.
cooled: So dexterous was he in the Crown's de
fence, Now what relief can righteous David So formed to speak a loyal nation's bring?
sense, How fatal 'tis to be too good a king! That, as their band was Israel's tribes in Friends he has few, so high the madness small, grows;
So fit was he to represent them all. Who dare be such must be the people's Now rasher charioteers the seat ascend, foes.
Whose loose careers his steady skill comYet some there were even in the worst of mend: days;
They, like unequal ruler of the day, gro Some let me name, and naming is to praise. Misguide the seasons and mistake the
In this short file Barzillai first appears, way, Barzillai, crowned with honor and with While he, withdrawn, at their mad labor years.
smiles, Long since the rising rebels he withstood And safe enjoys the Sabbath of his toils. In regions waste beyond the Jordan's These were the chief, a small but faithful flood:
band Unfortunately brave to buoy the state, Of worthies in the breach who dared to But sinking underneath his master's fate. stand
915 In exile for his godlike prince he mourned, And tempt the united fury of the land. For him he suffered, and with him re- With grief they viewed such powerful turned.
engines bent The court he practised, not the courtier's To batter down the lawful government. art:
A numerous faction, with pretended Large was his wealth, but larger was his frights, heart,
In Sanhedrins to plume the regal rights,
The true' successor from the court re- With how few tears a pardon might be won moved;
921 From nature, pleading for a darling son! The plot by hireling witnesses improved. Poor pitied youth, by my paternal care 961 These ills they saw, and, as their duty Raised up to all the height his frame could bound,
bear! They showed the King the danger of the Had God ordained his fate for empire born, wound;
He would have given his soul another turn: That no concessions from the throne Gulled with a patriot's name, whose would please,
965 But lenitives fomented the disease; Is one that would by law supplant his That Absalom, ambitious of the crown,
prince; Was made the lure to draw the people The people’s brave, the politician's tool, down;
Never was patriot yet but was a fool. That false Achitophel's pernicious hate Whence comes it that religion and the Had turned the plot to ruin Church and laws State;
930 Should more be Absalom's than David's The council violent, the rabble worse;
970 That Shimei taught Jerusalem to curse. His old instructor, ere he lost his place, With all these loads of injuries op- Was never thought endued with so much pressed,
grace. And long revolving in his careful breast Good heavens, how faction can a patriot The event of things, at last, his patience paint! tired,
935 My rebel ever proves my people's saint. Thus from his royal throne, by Heaven Would they impose an heir upon the inspired,
975 The godlike David spoke; with awful fear Let Sanhedrins be taught to give their His train their Maker in their master hear. “Thus long have I, by native mercy A king's at least a part of government, swayed,
And mine as requisite as their consent. My wrongs dissembled, my revenge de- Without
leave a future king to choose layed;
940 Infers a right the present to depose. 980 So willing to forgive the offending age, True, they petition me to approve their So much the father did the king assuage. choice; But now so far my clemency they slight, But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's The offenders question my forgiving right. voice: That one was made for many, they con- My pious subjects for my safety pray, tend;
945 Which to secure, they take my power away. But 'tis to rule, for that's a monarch's end. From plots and treasons Heaven preserve They call my tenderness of blood my fear, my years,
985 Though manly tempers can the longest | But save me most from my petitioners, bear.
Unsatiate as the barren womb or grave; Yet since they will divert my native course, God cannot grant so much as they can 'Tis time to show I am not good by force. Those heaped affronts that haughty sub- What then is left but with a jealous eye jects bring
To guard the small remains of royalty? 990 Are burdens for a camel, not a king. The law shall still direct my peaceful sway, Kings are the public pillars of the State, And the same law teach rebels to obey. Born to sustain and prop the nation's
weight: If my young Samson will pretend a call 955 By their own arts, 'tis righteously decreed, To shake the column, let him share the Those dire artificers of death shall bleed. fall.
Against themselves their witnesses will But oh that yet he would repent and live! How easy 'tis for parents to forgive! Till, viper-like, their mother-plot they tear,
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Thus on my
And suck for nutriment that bloody gore The rest to some faint meaning 'make preWhich was their principle of life before.
tence, Their Belial with their Beelzebub will But Shadwell never deviates into sense. 20 fight; 1016 | Some beams of wit on other souls may fall
, foes my
foes shall do me right. Strike through, and make a lucid interval; Nor doubt the event; for factious crowds But Shadwell's genuine night admits no engage
ray, In their first onset all their brutal rage. His rising fogs prevail upon the day. Then let them take an unresisted course; Besides, his goodly fabric fills the eye 25 Retire and traverse, and delude their force: And seems designed for thoughtless maj. But when they stand all breathless, urge esty, the fight,
Thoughtless as monarch oaks that shade And rise upon them with redoubled might:
the plain, For lawful power is still superior found, And, spread in solemn state, supinely reign. When long driven back at length it stands Heywood and Shirley were but types of the ground."
thee, He said. The Almighty, nodding, gave Thou last great prophet of tautology. 30 consent;
Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, And peals of thunder shook the firmament. Was sent before but to prepare thy way, Henceforth a series of new time began; And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget! The mighty years in long procession ran; Once more the godlike David was restored, To teach the nations in thy greater name. And willing nations knew their lawful lord. My warbling lute, the lute I whilom
35 When to King John of Portugal I sung, MAC FLECKNOE
Was but the prelude to that glorious day
When thou on silver Thames didst cut All human things are subject to decay, thy way, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must With well-timed oars before the royal obey.
barge, This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, Swelled with the pride of thy celestial young
charge, Was called to empire, and had governed And, big with hymn, commander of an long;
host; In prose and verse, was owned without The like was ne'er in Epsom blankets dispute,
tossed. Through all the realms of Nonsense, ab- Methinks I see the new Arion sail, solute.
Thelute still trembling underneath thy nail. This aged prince, now flourishing in peace, At thy well-sharpened thumb from shore And blest with issue of a large increase,
to shore Worn out with business, did at length de- The treble squeaks for fear, the basses roar;
bate To settle the succession of the state; And, pondering which of all his sons was About thy boat the little fishes throng, fit
As at the morning toast that floats along. To reign and wage immortal war with Sometimes, as prince of thy harmonious wit,
51 Cried, “'Tis resolved, for Nature pleads Thou wield'st thy papers in thy threshing that he
hand. Should only rule who most resembles me. St. André's feet ne'er kept more equal Shadwell alone my perfect image bears, 15 time, Mature in dulness from his tender years; Not even the feet of thy own Psyche's Shadwell alone of all my sons is he
rhyme: Who stands confirmed in full stupidity.
Though they in number as in sense excel, Now Empress Fame had published the
Roused by report of fame, the nations And vowed he ne'er would act Valerius meet more."
From near Bunhill and distant WatlingHere stopped the good old sire and wept street.
60 No Persian carpets spread the imperial In silent raptures of the hopeful boy.
way, All arguments, but most his plays, per- But scattered limbs of mangled poets lay;
suade That for anointed dulness he was made. Close to the walls which fair Augusta Much Heywood, Shirley, Ogleby, there bind,
lay; (The fair Augusta much to fears inclined,) But loads of Shadwell almost choked the An ancient fabric raised to inform the sight way. There stood of yore, and Barbican it hight; Bilked stationers for yeomen stood preA watch-tower once, but now, so fate or- pared, dains,
And Herringman was captain of the guard. Of all the pile an empty name remains; 69 The hoary prince in majesty appeared, 106
High on a throne of his own labors reared.
At his right hand our young Ascanius Near these a Nursery erects its head
sate, Where queens are formed and future Rome's other hope and pillar of the state. heroes bred,
His brows thick fogs instead of glories Where unfledged actors learn to laugh and
And lambent dulness played around his Where infant trulls their tender voices try, face. And little Maximins the gods defy.
As Hannibal did to the altars come, Great Fletcher never treads in buskins here, Sworn by his sire a mortal foe to Rome; Nor greater Jonson dares in socks appear; So Shadwell swore, nor should his vow be But gentle Simkin just reception finds 81 vain, Amidst this monument of vanished minds; That he till death true dulness would Pure clinches the suburbian muse affords, maintain;
115 And Panton waging harmless war with And, in his father's right and realm's dewords.
fence, Here Flecknoe, as a place to fame well Ne'er to have peace with wit nor truce known,
with sense. Ambitiously designed his Shadwell's The king himself the sacred unction made, throne.
As king by office and as priest by trade. For ancient Dekker prophesied long since In his sinister hand, instead of ball, That in this pile should reign a mighty He placed a mighty mug of potent ale; prince,
Love's Kingdom to his right he did conBorn for a scourge of wit and flail of sense, vey, To whom true dulness should some At once his sceptre and his rule of sway; Psyches owe,
Whose righteous lore the prince had pracBut worlds of Misers from his pen
And from whose loins recorded Psyche Humorists and hypocrites it should pro- sprung duce,
His temples, last, with poppies were o'erWhole Raymond families and tribes of spread, Bruce.
That nodding seemed to consecrate his
head. 1 puns.
Just at that point of time, if fame not lie, But write thy best, and top; and in each On his left hand twelve reverend owls did line fly.
Sir Formal's oratory will be thine. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's brook, Sir Formal, though unsought, attends thy Presage of sway from twice six vultures quill, took.
131 And does thy northern dedications fill. 170 The admiring throng loud acclamations Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to make,
fame And omens of his future empire take. By arrogating Jonson's hostile name; The sire then shook the honors of his Let father Flecknoe fire thy mind with head,
praise, And from his brows damps of oblivion And uncle Ogleby thy envy raise. shed
135 Thou art my blood, where Jonson has no Full on the filial dulness: long he stood,
part: Repelling from his breast the raging god; What share have we in nature or in art? At length burst out in this prophetic mood: Where did his wit on learning fix a brand, “Heavens bless my son! from Ireland let And rail at arts he did not understand? him reign
Where made he love in Prince Nicander's To far Barbadoes on the western main; 140 vein, Of his dominion may no end be known, Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble And greater than his father's be his throne; strain?
180 Beyond Love's Kingdom let him stretch his
He paused, and all the people cried When did his muse from Fletcher scenes ir Amen.”
purloin, Then thus continued he: “My son, ad- As thou whole Etheredge dost transfuse
to thine? Still in new impudence, new ignorance. But so transfused as oil on water's flow, Success let others teach; learn thou from His always floats above, thine sinks below. me
This is thy province, this thy wondrous Pangs without birth, and fruitless indus
New humors to invent for each new play:
191 Make Dorimant betray, and Loveit rage; And, in all changes, that way bends thy Let Cully, Cockwood, Fopling, charm the will. pit,
Nor let thy mountain belly make pretence And in their folly show the writer's wit. Of likeness; thine's a tympany of sense. Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy de- A.tun of man in thy large bulk is writ, 195 fence,
155 But sure thou art but a kilderkin of wit. And justify their author's want of sense. Like mine, thy gentle numbers feebly Let them be all by thy own model made
creep; Of dulness, and desire no foreign aid, Thy tragic muse gives smiles; thy comic, That they to future ages may be known, sleep. Not copies drawn, but issue of thy own. 160 With whate'er gall thou set'st thyself to Nay, let thy men of wit too be the same, write, All full of thee, and differing but in name. Thy inoffensive satires never bite; But let no alien Sedley interpose
In thy felonious heart though venom lies, To lard with wit thy hungry Epsom prose. It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies. And when false flowers of rhetoric thou Thy genius calls thee not to purchase wouldst cull,
165 fame Trust nature; do not labor to be dull; In keen iambics, but mild anagram.