Quintus Horatius Flaccus his Book of the Art of Poetry to the PISO'S.
IF to a womans head, a painter would
A horse neck joyn, & sundry plumes or [...]-fold
On every limb, ta'ne from a several creature,
Presenting upwards a fair female feature,
5 Which in a blacke foule fish uncomely ends:
Admitted to the sight, although his friends,
Could you containe your laughter? credit me,
That Book, my Piso's, and this piece agree,
Whose shapes like sick mēs dreams are form'd so vain,
10 As neither head, nor foot, one forme retain [...]
But equall power to Painter, and to Poet,
Of daring ought, hath still bin given we know it:
And both doe crave, and give again this leave:
Yet not as therefore cruell things should cleave
15 To gentle; not that we should Serpents see
With Doves; or Lambs with Tigres coupled be.
In grave beginnings, and great things profest
You have oft-times, that may out-shine the rest,
A purple piece, or two stitch'd in: when either
20 Diana's Grove, and Altar, with the nether
Bouts of fleet waters, that doe intertwine
The pleasant grounds, or when the River Rhine,
Or Rain-bow is describ'd; but here was now
No place for these: And Painter haply thou
25 Knowst well alone to paint a Cypresse Tree,
What's this, if he whose mony hireth thee
To paint him, hath by swimming, hopelesse, scap'd,
The whole Fleet wrack'd? a great jarre to be shap'd
Was meant at first, why, forcing still about
30 Thy labouring wheel, comes scarce a pitcher out?
Heare, me conclude; let what thou workst upon
Be simple quite throughout, and alwayes one.
The greater part, that boast the Muses fire
Father, and sons right worthy of your Sire,
35 Are with the likenesse of the truth beguil'd:
My selfe for shortnesse labour, and am stil'd
Obscure. Another striving smooth to runne,
Wants strength, and sinewes, as his spirits were done;
His Muse professing height, and greatnesse, swells;
40 Downe close by shore, this other creeping steales,
Being over-safe, and fearing of the flaw:
So he that varying still affects to draw
One thing prodigiously, paints in the woods
A Dolphin and a Boare amidst the floods:
45 The shunning vice, to greater vice doth lead,
If in th'escape an artlesse path we tread.
The worst of statuaries, here about
Th' Aemilian Schoole, in Brasse can figure out
The nailes, and every gentle haire disclose;
50 Yet in the main work haplesse: since he knowes
Not to designe the whole. Should I aspire
To frame a worke, I would no more desire
To be that fellow, then to be markt out
With faire blacke eyes, and hair, and some vile snout.
55 Take therefore, you that write a subject fit
Vnto your strength, and long be turning it:
Prove what your shoulders will, or will not beare,
His choise, who's matter to his power doth reare,
Nor language nor cleare order will forsake:
60 The vertue and grace of which, or I mistake,
Is now to speak, and even now to differ
Much that mought now be spoke, omitted here
Till fitter season; now to like of this,
Lay that aside, the Epicks office is,
[Page 4]65 In using also of new words, to be
Right spare, and wary: then thou speak'st to me
Most worthy praise, when words that vulgar grew
Are by thy cunning placing made meer new.
Yet, if by chance in uttering things abstruse,
70 Thou need new termes; thou maist without excuse,
Feigne words un-heard of to the girded Race
Of the Cethegi; and all men will grace
And give, being taken modestly, this leave,
And those thy new, and late-coyn'd words receive,
75 So they full gently from the Grecian spring,
And came not too much wrested. What's that thing
A Roman to Coecilius will allow,
Or Plautus, and in Virgil disavow,
Or Varius? Why am I now envy'd so,
80 If I can give some small encrease? when, loe,
Cato's, and Ennius tongues have lent much worth
And wealth unto our Language; and brought forth
New names of things. It hath beene ever free,
And ever will, to utter termes that be
85 Stampt to the time. As woods whose change appears
Still in their leavs, throughout the sliding years,
The first borne dying; so the aged Fate
Of words decay, and phrases borne but late
Like tender Buds shoot up, and freshly grow.
90 Our selves, and all thats ours, to death we owe:
Whether the Sea receiv'd into the shore,
That from the North the Navy safe doth store,
A Kingly work; or that long barren Fen
Once rowable, but now doth nourish men
95 In neigbour-towns, and feels the weighty plough:
Or the wild River, who hath changed now
His course, so hurtfull both to grain and seeds,
Being taught a better way. All mortall deeds
Shall perish: so farre of it is, the Fate
100 Or grace of speech, should hope a lasting date,
Much phrase that now is dead shall be reviv'd,
And much shall dye, that now is nobly liv'd
If custome please, with whom both choyse, and will
Power, Art, and rule of speaking resteth still.
105 The deeds of Kings, great Captains, & sad wars,
What number best can fit, Homer declares,
In verse unequal match'd, first sowre laments,
After mens wishes, crown'd in their events
Were also clos'd: but who the man should be,
110 That first sent forth the dapper Elegie
All the Grammarians strive: and yet in Court
Before the Judge it hangs, and waits report.
Unto the Lyrick strings, the Muse gave grace,
To chant the gods, and all their god like race.
The conquering champion, the prime horse in course,
Fresh Lovers businesse, and the winds free source.
The Iambicke arm'd Archilochus to rave,
This foot the socks tooke up, and Buskins grave
As fit t'exchange discourse, and quell the rings
120 Of popular noyses, borne to actuate things.
If now the changes, and the severall hues
Of Poëms here describ'd, I can nor use,
Nor know t'observe; why (i'the Muses name)
Am I cald Poet? wherefore with wrong shame
125 Perversely modest had I rather owe
To ignorance still, then yet to learne, or know.
Yet Comick matter shunnes to be exprest
In Tragick verse, no lesse Thyestes feast
Abhorres low numbers, and the private straine
130 Fit for the Sock: Each subject should retaine
The place allotted it, with decent praise:
Yet sometime both the Comoedy doth raise
Her voyce, and angry Chremes chafes out-right,
With swelling throat: and, oft, the Tragick wight
135 Complaines in humble phrase. Both Telephus
And Peleus, if he seek to heart-strike us
That are spectators, with his misery,
When he is poore, and banisht, must throw by
His Bombard phrase, and foot-and-half-foot words:
140 Tis not enough the labouring Muse affords
Her Poëms beauty, but a sweet delight,
To worke the hearers minds, still to the plight.
Mens count'nances, with such as laugh, are prone
To laughter: so they grieve with those that mone:
145 If thou wouldst have mee weep, bee thou first dround
Thy selfe in tears, then me thy harms will wound,
Peleus, or Telephus. If thou speak vile
And ill-pen'd things, I shall or sleep, or smile.
Sad language fits sad looks; stuft menacings,
150 The angry brow: the sportive, wanton things;
And the severe, speech ever serious:
For nature first within doth fashion us
To every Fortunes habit; she helps on,
155 Or urgeth us to anger; and anon
With weighty woes she hurles us all along;
And tortures us, and after by the tongue,
Her Truck-man, she reports the minds each throe;
If now the phrase of him that speaks, shall flow
In sound, quite from his fortune; both the rout,
160 And Roman Gentry, will with laughter shout.
It much will sway whether a god speak, than;
Or an Heroe: If a ripe old man,
Or some hot youth, yet in his flourishing course;
Whe'r some great Lady, or her diligent Nurse;
165 A ventring Merchant, or the husband free
Of some small thankfull land: whether he be
Of Colchis borne: or in Assyria bred;
Or with the Milke of Thebes, or Argus fed:
Or follow fame, thou that dost write, or faine
170 Things in themselves agreeing: if againe
Honour'd Achilles chance by thee be seiz'd;
Keepe him still active, angry, unappeas'd,
Sharp, & contemning Lawes at him should aime,
Be nought so 'bove him, but his bold sword claime.
175 Medea make wild, fierce, impetuous:
Ino bewaild; Ixion trecherous;
Io still wandring; griev'd Orestes sad:
If something fresh, that never yet was had,
Unto the Stage thou bringst, and dar'st create
180 A meer new person, lock he keep his state
Unto the last, as when he first went forth,
Still to be like him selfe, and hold his worth.
'Tis hard, to speake things common-properly:
And thou maist better bring a Rhapsody
185 Of Homers forth in Acts, then of thine owne
First publish things unspoken, and unknowne.
Yet, common matter thou thine owne maist make,
If thou the vile, broad-troden ring forsake.
For, being a Poet, thou maist feigne, create,
190 Not care, as thou wouldst faithfully translate,
To reader word for word: nor with thy sleight
Of imitation, leape into a streight
From whence thy modesty, or Poëms Law
Forbids thee forth againe thy foot to draw.
195 Nor so begin, as did that Circler, late,
I sing a noble warre, and Priams fate.
What doth this promiser, such great gaping worth
Afford? the Mountains travail'd, and brought forth
A trifling Mouse! O how much better this
200 Who nought assaies, unaptly, or amisse?
Speak to me, Muse, the man, who after Troy was sackt
Saw many towns, & men, & could their māners tract,
He thinks not how to give you smoak from light,
But light from smoak, that he may draw his bright
205 Wonders forth after: As Antiphates,
Scylla, Charybdis, Polypheme, with these.
Nor from the brand with which the life did burne
Of Meleager, brings he the returne
Of Diomede, nor Troyes sad wars begins
210 From the two Egges, that did disclose the twins.
He ever hastens to the end, and so
(As if he knew it) rapp's his hearer to
The middle of his matter: letting goe
What he [...]espaires being handled might not show.
215 And so well faines, so mixeth cunningly
Falshood and truth, as no man can espy
Where the midst differs from the first, or where
The last doth from the midst dis-joyn'd appeare.
[...] [...] [...] [...] [...] [...]
Heare, what it is the people, and I desire.
220 If such a ones applause thou dost require,
That tarries till the Hangings be tane downe,
And sits till the Epilogue sayes clap, or crowne:
The customes of each age thou must observe,
And give their years and natures as they swerve,
225 Fit dues. The child that now knows how to say,
And can tread firme, longs with like lads to play.
Soone angry, and soone pleas'd, is sweet, or soure,
He knowes not why, and changeth every houre.
The unbearded youth, his Guardian being gone,
230 Loves Dogs, and Horses; and is ever one
I'th open field; is waxe-like to be wrought
To every vice: as hardly to be brought
To endure Counsell: a provider slow
For his owne good, a carelesse letter-goe
235 Of Mony, haughty, to desire soone mov'd,
And then as swift to leave what he hath lov'd.
These Studies alter now, in one growne Man;
His betterd mind seeks wealth, and friendships than,
Looks after honours, and bewares to act
240 What straightway he must labour to retract.
The old man many evills doe girt round;
Either because he seeks, and having found,
Doth, wretchedly the use of things forbeare,
Or does all businesse coldly, and with feare:
[Page 11]245 A great differrer, long in hope, grown numbe
With sloth, yet greedy still of whats to come:
Froward, complaining; a commender glad
Of the times past, when he was a young lad,
And still correcting youth, and censuring.
250 Mans comming yeares much good with them doe bring,
At his departing take much thence: lest then
The parts of age to youth be given, or men
To children, we must alwayes dwell, and stay,
In fitting proper adjuncts to each day.
255 The businesse either on the stage is done,
Or acted told: but, ever, things that runne
In at the eare, doe stirre the mind more slow
Than those that faithfull eyes take in by show,
And the beholder to himselfe doth render.
260 Yet to the Stage at all thou maist not tender
Things worthy to be done within, but take
Much from the sight, which faire Report will make
Present anon. Medea must not kill
Her Sons before the people: or the ill-
265 Natur'd, and wicked Atreus cooke to the eye
His Nephews intrailes: nor must Progne flye
Into a Swallow there: nor Cadmus take
Upon the stage, the figure of a Snake.
What so is shewne, I not beleeve, and hate.
270 Nor must the Fable, that would hope the fate
Once seene, to be againe call'd for, and play'd;
Have more, or lesse than just five Acts: nor lay'd
To have a god come in; except a knot
Worth his untying happen there: and not
275 Any fourth man to speak at all desire.
An Actors part, and office too, the quire
Must manly keep, and not be heard to sing
Between the Acts a quite cleane other thing
Than to the purpose leads, and fitly agrees.
280 It still must favour good men, and to these
Be wonne a friend; it must both sway and bend
The angry, and love those that fear t'offend.
Praise the spare dyet, wholsome Justice, Lawes,
The open ports, and sports that peace doth cause,
285 Hide faults, and pray to th' gods, and wish aloud
Fortune would love the poore, and leave the proud.
The Han-boy, not as now with Latten bound,
And rivall with the Trumpet for his sound,
But soft and simple, at few holes breath'd time,
290 And tune too, fitted to the Chorus Rime,
As loud enough to fill the Seats, not yet
So over-thick, but where the people met,
They might with case be numbred, being a few
Chast, thrifty, modest folk, that came to view.
[Page 13]295 But as they conquer'd, and inlarg'd their bound,
The wider walls imbrac't their City round,
And they un-censur'd might at feasts, and playes,
Steep the glad Genius in the Wine, whole dayes,
Both in their Tunes the license greater grew,
300 And in their Numbers; for alas, what knew
The Idiot, keeping holy day, or drudge,
Clowne, townsman, base, and noble, mixt to judge:
Thus to his ancient art the piper lent
Gesture, and Riot, whilst he wandring went
305 In his train'd Gown, about the stage, thus grew
To the grave Harp, and Violl voyces new;
The rash and headlong eloquence brought forth,
Unwonted language; and that sense of worth
That found out profit, and fore-told each thing,
310 Now differ'd not from Delphick ridling.
He too, that did in Tragicke Verse contend
For the vile Goat, soone after forth did send
The rough rude Satyrs naked, and would trye,
Though sower, with safety of his gravity,
315 How he could jest; because he mark't & saw
The free spectators subject to no law,
Having well eate and drunke: the Rites being done,
Were to be staid with softnesses, and wonne
With something, that was acceptably new.
Yet so the scoffing Satyrs to mens view,
And so their pratling to present were best,
And so to turne our earnest into jest,
As neither any god, be brought in there,
Or semi-god, that late was seene to weare
325 A royall Crown, and Scarlet, be made hop
With poore base termes, through every baser shop:
Or, whilst he shuns the earth, to catch the aire,
And empty clouds. For Tragedy is faire,
And farre unworthy to blurt out light Rimes;
330 But, as a Matron drawne at solemne times
To dance, so she should, shame-fac'd, differ farre
From what th'obsceene, and petulant Satyres are.
Nor I, when I write Satyres, will so love
Plaine phrase, my Piso's, as alone t'approve
335 Meere raigning words: nor will I labour so
Quite from all face of Tragedy to goe,
As not make difference whether Davus speake,
And the bold Pythias, having cheated weake
Simo, and of a talent cleans'd his purse;
340 Or old Silenus, Bacchus Guard, and nurse.
I can, out of knowne stuffe, a Fable frame,
And so, as every man may hope the same:
Yet he that offers at it, may sweat much,
And toyle in vaine: the excellence is such
345 Of order, and connexion; so much grace
There comes sometimes to things of meanest place;
But let the Faunes, drawne from the groves beware,
Be I their judge, they doe at no time dare,
Like men Town-born, and neare the place rehearse,
350 Or play young tricks in over-wanton verse;
Or cracke out shamefull speeches, or uncleane.
The Roman Gentry; men of birth, and meane,
Take just offence at this: nor, though it strike
Him that buyes Pulse there, or perhaps may like
355 The nut-crackers throughout, will they therfore
Receive, or give it any Crowne the more.
Two rests, a short & long, th'Iambicke frame,
A foote, whose swiftnesse gave the verse the name
Of Trimeter, when yet it was sixe-pac'd,
360 But meere Iambicks all, from first to last.
Nor is't long since they did with patience take
Into their Birth-right, and for fitnesse sake,
The steady Spondoees; so themselves to beare
More slow, and come more weighty to the eare:
365 Provided, ne're to yield, in any case
Of fellowship, the fourth, or second place.
This foote yet in the famous Trimeters
Of Accius, and Ennius, rare appeares;
So rare as with some taxe it doth engage
370 Those heavy verses sent so to the stage
Of too much hast, and negligence in part,
Or a worse crime, the ignorance of art:
But every Judge hath not the faculty
To note, in Poëms breach of harmony;
375 And there is given too unworthy leave
To Roman Poets: shall I therefore weave
My verse at randome, and licentiously?
Or rather thinking all my faults may spy,
Grow a safe Writer, and be wary-driven
380 Within the hope of having all forgiven.
'Tis cleare, this way I have got off from blame,
But in conclusion merited no fame.
Take you the Greeks examples, for your light,
In hand, and turne them over, day, and night:
385 Your Ancestors, old Plautus numbers prais'd,
And jests, and both to admiration rais'd;
Too patiently, that I not fondly say;
If either you, or I know any way.
To part scurrility from wit: or can
390 A lawfull Verse, by th' eare, or finger scan.
Thespis is said to be the first, found out
The Tragoedy, and carried it about,
Till then unknowne, in Carts, wherein did ride
Those that did sing, and act: their faces dy'd
395 With lees of Wine. Next Aeschilus more late
Brought in the visor, and the robe of state,
Built a small timber'd stage, and taught them talke
Lofty, and great; and in the [...]uskin walk.
To these succeeded the old Comoedy,
400 And not without much praise; till liberty
Fell into fault so farre, as now they saw
Her force was fit to be restrain'd by law:
Which law receiv'd, the Chorus held his peace,
His power of fowly hurting made to cease.
405 Our Poets, too, left nought unproved here:
Nor did they merit the lesse Crowne to weare,
In daring to forsake the Graecian Tracts,
And celebrating their owne home-born facts:
Whether the guarded Tragoedy they wrought,
410 Or 'twere the gowned Comoedy they taught.
Nor had our Italy more glorious bin
In vertue, and renowne of Armes, than in
Her language, if the stay, and care t'have mended
Had not our every Poet like offended.
415 But you, Pompilius off-spring spare you not
To taxe that Verse, which many a day and blot
Have not kept in, and (least perfection faile)
Not, ten times o're, corrected to the naile.
Because Democritus believes a wit
420 Happier than wretched Art, and doth by it
Exclude all sober Poets from their share
In Helicon; a great sort will not pare
Their nails, nor shave their beards, but seek by-paths
In secret places, flee the publick baths.
[Page 18]425 For so, they shall not onely gaine the worth,
But fame of Poets, if they can come forth,
And from the Barber Licinus conceale
The head that three Anticira's cannot heale.
O [...], left-witted, that purge every spring
430 For Choler! if I did not, none could bring
Our better Poems: but I cannot buy
My title at their rate. I had rather, I,
Be like a whetstone, that an edge can put
On steele, though't selfe be dull, and cannot cut.
435 I, writing nought my selfe, will teach them yet
Their charge, and office, whence their wealth to fit:
What nourisheth, what formed, what begot
The Poet, what becommeth, and what not:
Whether truth will, and whether errour bring.
440 The very root of writing well, and spring
Is to be wise, thy matter first to know,
Which the Socratick writing best can show:
And, where the matter is provided still,
There words will never follow 'gainst their will.
445 He, that hath studied well the debt, and knowes
What to his Country, what his friends he owes,
What height of love a Parent will fit best,
What brethren, what a stranger, and his guest,
Can tell a States-mans duty, what the Arts
450 And office of a Judge are, what the parts
Of a brave Chiefe sent to the warres, he can
Indeed give fitting dues to every man.
And I still bid the learned maker look
On life, and manners, and make those his booke:
455 Thence draw forth true expressiōs, for somtimes,
A Poëm, of no grace, waight, art in Rimes
With specious places, and being humour'd right,
More strongly takes the people with delight,
And better stayes them there than all fine noyse
460 Of empty Verses, and meere tinckling toyes.
The Muse that onely gave the Greeks a wit
But a well compass'd mouth to utter it,
Being men were covetous of nought but praise.
Our Roman youthes they learne more thriving wayes
465 How to divide into a hundred parts,
A pound, or piece, by their long counting Arts;
There's Albin's sonne will say, substract an ounce
From the five ounces, what remaines? pronounce
A third of twelve, you may: foure ounces: Glad,
470 He cryes, good boy, thou'lt keep thine owne: now adde
An Ounce, what makes it then? the halfe pound just,
Sixe ounces: O, when once the canker'd rust,
And care of getting thus our minds hath stain'd
Thinke we, or hope, there can be verses feign'd
[Page 20]475 In juyce of Caedar worthy to be steep'd,
And in smooth Cypresse boxes to be keep'd?
Poets would either profit, or delight,
Or mixing sweet, and fit, teach life the right.
Be briefe in what thou wouldst command, that so.
480 The docill mind may soon thy precepts know,
And hold them faithfully; for nothing rests
But flowes out, that ore swelleth in full brests.
Let what thou feign'st for pleasure sake, be neare
The truth; nor let thy Fable think, what e're
485 It would, must be: lest it alive would draw
The child, when Lamia' has din'd, out of her maw,
The Poëms voyd of profit, our grave men
Cast out by voyces; want they pleasure, then
Our gallants give them none, but passe them by:
490 But he hath every suffrage can apply
Sweet mix'd with foure, to his reader, so
As doctrine and delight together goe.
This book will get thee Socij money; this
Will passe the Seas; and long as Nature is
495 With honour make the far-known Author live.
There are yet faults, which we would well forgive,
For, neither doth the string still yield that sound,
The hand, and mind would; but it will rebound
Oft-times a sharp, when we require a flat:
500 Nor alwayes doth the loosed bow hit that
Which it doth threaten: Therefore, where I see
Much in a Poëm shine, I will not be
Offended with few spots, which negligence
Hath shed, or humane frailty not kept thence.
505 How then? why, as a Scrivener, if h'offend
Still in the same, and warned, will not mend,
Deserves no pardon; or who'd play and sing
Is laught at, that still jarreth in one string:
So he that flaggeth much, becomes to me
510 A Choerilus, in whom if I but see
Twice, or thrice good, I wonder: but am more
Angry, if once I heare good Homer snore.
Though I confesse, that, in a long work, sleep
May, with some right, upon an Author creep.
515 As Painting, so is Poësie: some mans hand
Will take you more, the nearer that you stand;
As some the farther off: this loves the dark.
This, fearing not the subtlest Judges mark
Will in the light be view'd: this, once, the sight
520 Doth please, this ten times over will delight.
You Sir, the elder brother, though you are
Informed rightly, by your Fathers care,
And, of your selfe too understand; yet mind
This saying: to some things there is assign'd
525 A meane, and tolleration, which doth well,
There may a Lawyer be, may not excell;
Or pleader at the Barre; that may come short
Of eloquent Mesalla's powers in Court;
Or knowes not what Cassellius Aulus can
530 Yet, there's a value given to this man.
But neither men, nor gods, not Pillars meant
Poets should ever be indifferent.
As jarring Musick doth at jolly feasts,
Or thick grosse oyntment but offend the guests.
535 Poppy, with hony of Sardus; 'cause without
These, the glad Meal, might have bin wel drawn out;
So any Poëm fancy'd, or forth-brought
To bettering of the mind of man in ought,
If ne're so little it depart the first,
540 And highest; it sinketh to the lowest, & worst.
He that not knowes the games, nor how to use
The Armes in Mars, his field, he doth refuse;
Or who's unskilfull at the Coyt, or Ball,
Or trundling wheele, he can sit still from all:
545 Lest the thrōg'd rings should a free laughter take:
Yet who's most ignorant, dares Verses make.
Why not; being honest, and free-borne, doth hate
Vice, and is knowne to have a Knights estate.
Thou, such thy judgement is, thy knowledge too,
Wilt nothing against Nature speak, or doe:
But, if hereafter thou shalt write, not feare
To send it to be judg'd by Metius care,
And to your fathers, and to mine; thought be
Nine yeares kept by: your papers in, y'are free
555 To change, & mend, what you not forth do set.
The word once out, never returned yet.
Orpheus, a Priest, and speaker for the gods,
First frighted men, that wildly liv'd in woods,
From slaughters, and foule life; and for the same
Was Tygers said, and Lyons fierce to tame:
560 Amphion too, that built the Theban towers,
Was said to move the stones by his Lutes powers,
And lead them with his soft songs, where he would:
This was the wisedome that they had of old,
Things sacred from prophane to separate;
565 The publicke from the private; to abate
Wild ranging lusts, prescribe the marriage good,
Build townes, and carve the lawes in leaves of wood.
And thus at first, an honour, and a name
To divine Poets, and their verses came.
570 Next these, great Homer, and Tyrtaeus set
On edge the Masculine spirits, and did whet
Their minds to wars, with rimes they did rehearse:
The Oracles too were given out in verse;
All way of life was shewn; the grace of Kings
575 Attempted by the Muses tunes, and strings:
Playes were found out; the rest, the end, & crowne
Of their long labours, was in verse set downe.
Lest of the finger Apollo, and Muses fam'd
Upon the Lyre, thou chance to be asham'd.
580 'Tis now inquir'd which makes the nobler verses
Nature, or Art. My judgement will not pierce
Into the profits, what a meer rude braine
Can, or all toyle, without a wealthy vaine:
So doth the one, the others helpe require,
585 And friendly should unto their end conspire.
He that's ambitious in the race to touch
The wished Goale, both did and suffered much
While he was young: he sweat, and freez'd again,
And both from wine and women did abstaine.
590 Who now to sing the Pythian Rites is heard,
Did learne them first, and once a Master feard.
But, now, it is enough to say, I make
An admirable verse: the great Scab take
Him that is last, I scorne to be behind,
595 Or, of the things, that ne're came in my mind,
Once say I'me ignorant: just as a Cryer,
That to the sale of wares calls every buyer,
So doth the Poet, that is rich in Land,
Or wealthy in monyes out at use, command
600 His praisers to their gaine: but say he can
Make a greate Supper, or for some poore man
Will be a surety, or can helpe him out
Of an intangling suit, or bring't about,
I wonder how this happy man should know,
605 Whether his soothing friend speake truth, or no.
But, you, my Piso, carefully beware,
Whether y'are given to, or giver are,
You doe not bring to judge your verses one
With joy of what is given him over-gone:
610 For he'le cry good, brave, better, excellent!
Look pale, distill a dew was never meant
Out at his friendly eyes, leap, beat the ground!
As those that hir'd to weep at funeralls sound,
Cry, and doe more than the true mourners, so
615 The scoffer, the true prayser doth out-goe.
Great men are said with many cups to plye,
And rack with wine the man whom they would try,
If of their friendship to be worthy, or no;
When you make verses, with your judge doe so:
Looke through him, and be sure you take no mocks
620 For praises, where the mind harbours a Fo [...]e.
If to Quinctilius you recited ought,
He'd say mend this my friend, and this, 'tis nought.
If you deny'd, you had no better straine,
625 And twice, or thrice assay'd it, but in vain;
He'd bid blot all; and to the Anvill bring
Those ill-torn'd verses to new hammering.
Then, if your fault you rather had defend
Then change; no word nor work more would he spend
[Page 26]630 In vaine, but you, and yours you should love still
Alone, without a rivall at your will.
A good and wise man will crye open shame
On artlesse Verse; the hard ones he will blame:
Blot out the carelesse with his turned pen;
635 Cut off superfluous ornaments; and, when
They're dark, bid cleare 'hem; al thats doubtful wrote
Dispute; and what is to be changed, note:
Become an Aristarchus: And, not say,
Why should I grieve a friend this trifling way?
These trifles into serious mischiefs lead
The man once mock'd, and suffered wrong to tread.
Those that are wise, a furious Poet feare,
And flye to touch him, as a man that were
Infected with the Leprosie, or had
645 The yellow jaundis, or were truely mad,
Under the angry Moon: but then the boyes
They vexe, and carelesse follow him with noise.
This, while he belcheth lofty Verses out,
And stalketh, like a Fowler, round about,
650 Busie to catch a Black-bird; if he fall
Into a pit, or hole, although he call
And crye aloud, helpe gentle Country-men;
There's none will take the care to help him, then,
For, if one should, and with a rope make hast
655 To let it downe, who knowes, if he did cast
Himselfe there purposely, or no; and would
Not thence be sav'd, although indeed he could;
Ile tell you but the death, and the disease
Of the Sycilian Poet, Empedocles;
660 He, while he labour'd to be thought a god,
Immortall, took a melancholick, odd
Conceipt, and into burning Aetna leap't:
Let Poets perish that will not be kept.
He that preserves a man against his will,
Doth the same thing with him that would him kill.
Nor did he doe this, once; if yet you can
Now, bring him backe, he'le be no more a man,
Or love of this his famous death lay by.
Here's one makes verses, but there's none knows why:
670 Whether h hath pissed upon his Fathers grave:
Or the sad thunder-strucken thing he have,
Polluted, touch't: but certainly he's mad:
And as a Beare, if he the strength but had
To force the Grates that hold him in, would fright
675 All; so this grievous writer puts to flight
Learn'd, and unlearn'd; holdeth whom once he takes;
And there an end of him with reading makes:
Not letting goe the skin, where he drawes food,
Till, horse-leech like, he drop off, full of blood.
FINIS.