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M r Addison.

POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS.

WITH A DISSERTATION UPON The Roman POETS.

By Mr. ADDISON.

LONDON: Printed for E. CURLL in Fleet-street. 1719.

PREFACE.

NOW the Translations of Mr. Addison's POEMS ap­pear together, it may not be improper to make a few Observa­tions on Modern Latin Poetry, and in particular the following Compo­sitions.

Since the general Disuse and Cor­ruption of the Latin Tongue, there are not many Attempts in Poetry in that Language that retain the Purity and [Page vi] Graces of the Augustan-Age. The Italians, by the Encouragement of the House of MEDICIS, first began the Study and Imitation of the best Roman Poets; and about the Time of Leo the X th, there appeared a great Number of fine Genius's, who endea­vour'd to shake off the Barbarity, and polish the Rust of an ignorant Age. The Event very near answer'd their Expectations, and the Muses seem'd to be re-instated in their old Land of Inheritance. The Reader may see a Collection of their best Pieces in a Volume intitul'd Poetae Italici; but among all of them Vida is the most pure and elegant, tho' some are of­fended at the perpetual Imitation of his Darling VIRGIL. The French have nothing considerable that I have [Page vii] seen in this way, but Rapin, whose Poems every where discover a Roman Colouring; and as he does not fol­low VIRGIL'S Expression so nearly as Vida, he is more agreeable to the Judicious. Vida with an easy Feli­city adapts VIRGIL'S Words to every Subject, Rapin chuses rather to imitate his manner of Expression than borrow his very Phrases: So that we may say of these Two, as Mr. Dryden does of Fletcher's and Johnson's copy­ing Shakespear:

One imitates him most, and t'other best.

The Dutch themselves have some no mean Latin Poems, as is evident from the Works of Grotius and Heinsius. [Page viii] Buchanan is the just boast of the Scots Nation: He was a perfect Master of the Latin Tongue, knew all its Strength and Beauties, and very happily trans­fus'd them into his own Poems. That neglected Piece of his De Sphaerâ is upon so nice and difficult a Subject as fine and noble a Poem as ever was wrote; tho' I don't know by what Fate, the Modern Criticks are never pleas'd to mention it to his Honour. I beg their Pardons for calling them Criticks, a Name too glorious for these Borrowers of others Opinions, who live upon the Plunder of Sca­liger and Rapin without consulting the Originals; where, if they have happen'd to praise any thing, these Gentlemen take all upon trust, and [Page ix] are Strangers to every Fault and Ex­cellence they have omitted to Blame or Commend.

As to our own Nation, the Occa­sional Copies in the Ʋniversity Col­lections, are the best Poems we have; the chief of which are publish'd in the Musae Anglicanae, tho' I have read a great many more which deserve an equal Honour. Out of these we have singled the Poems of Mr. Addison, as the most shining Ornaments of that Work, and given the unlearned Reader the Pleasure of admiring them in his Native Language. I will not say that it is absolutely necessary to be a good Latin Poet in order to become a good English One, but I [Page x] am sure that he who imitates the Antients in their own Language will slide more easily into their way of Thinking, adapt their Graces by De­grees, and beautifully transplant them into his Mother-Tongue; and these are no vulgar Beauties in an English Poem. I could mention how suc­cessfully this was done by Milton formerly, and in our Times by Mr. Addison, if it did not draw me into too great a length of Pre­face, which more properly belongs to the following Pieces.

Most of these, tho' very perfect in their kinds, I am apt to believe were design'd as Trials of a great Genius, after the modest manner of [Page xi] the Antients, who began to sport and play in Essays of their Poetical Strength before they attempted Sub­jects of a greater Dignity. To speak of them in general, I observe that the Language is Pure, Elegant, and Sounding; the Versification easy and numerous, happily adapted to the different Subjects it describes, free from the affected Turns, Puerile Le­vities, and other Flatnesses, which betray a false Taste, and Defect of Judgment. The Critick every where accompanies the Poet, and even here a discerning Eye might have seen the Promises of a CAMPAIGN and a CATO.

[Page xii] The Battel of the Pygmies and Cranes, The Puppet-Show, and The Bowling-Green, are of the Mock-Heroic kind, the Subjects mean and trivial, seemingly incapable of Poetical Ornaments, but are rais'd to the Heroic, by a splendid Boldness of Expression, a Pomp of Verse, by Metaphors, Allusions, and Simili­tudes drawn from Things of a higher Class, and such as are suited by Nature to convey Ideas of Great­ness and Magnificence to the Mind. VIRGIL, in his Georgicks, is the great Master in this way, with this Difference only, that his is a serious Geandeur, this a Mimic one, his pro­duces Admiration, this Laughter.

[Page xiii] The Resurrection is a noble Piece, drawn after the Painter with a master­ly Hand. As it has been spoken to by the Translator, I leave the Rea­der to his Observations.

The Barometer is a fine Philoso­phical Poem, describing the Effects of the Air on that wonderful Instru­ment with great Exactness, as well as in the most beautiful Poetry. The Odes to Dr. Burnett and Dr. Hannes are written in the true Spirit of HORACE, and are only equall'd among the Moderns by those excel­lent ones of the Latter.

[Page xiv] The Peace of Reswick is here plac'd last, but first in the Original, in which the Author seems to have exerted all his Powers, to make it shine above his other Compositions. It is, indeed, a Master-Piece, the Images are chosen with a nice Judg­ment, work'd up with a Delicacy of Imagination, and plac'd in the strong­est Light. Every thing strikes at the first View, and yet will bear the strictest Eye to re-examine it. The Descriptions being both just and surprizing, put the Mind upon the full stretch as they are preparing, and exceed the boldest Expectations when finish'd. Upon this occasion I can't help remarking, that the Art of [Page xv] War being so much chang'd since the Roman Times, it must be a difficult Task to find Words in that Lan­guage to express even the common Ideas of a Modern Battel; but to do it in all its terrible Scenes of new Inventions was reserv'd for the Pen of Mr. Addison.

The Translators, I hope, need not make any excuse to the Reader, tho' they will want an Apology to the Author, whose Excellencies their Co­pies but faintly imitate. All that I can say in our Defence, is, that some of them have fell into much worse Hands before, who have mangled his Sense, and debas'd his Poetry, by a cold, unspirited Translation. Thus [Page xvi] if he does some Kindness in a moral way, who takes off part of an In­jury, tho' he can't redress the Whole, we may hope at least to be forgiven who have corrected many Abuses cast on Mr. Addison by former Authors, tho' we could not in all things do him the Justice he de­serves.

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Ad Insignissimum Virum D. THO. BURNETTUM, Sacrae Theoriae Telluris Autorem.

NON usitatum carminis alitem,
BURNETTE, poscis, non humiles modos:
Vulgare plectrum, languidaeque
Respuis officium camoenae.
Tu mixta rerum semina conscius,
Molémque cernis dissociabilem,
Terrámque concretam, & latentem
Oceanum gremio capaci:
Dum veritatem quaerere pertinax
Ignota pandis, sollicitus parùm
Utcunque stet commune vulgi
Arbitrium & popularis error.
Auditur ingens continuò fragor,
Illapsa tellus lubrica deserit
Fundamina, & compage fractâ
Suppositas gravis urget undas.
Impulsus erumpit medius liquor,
Terras aquarum effusa licentia
Claudit vicissim; has inter orbis
Reliquiae fluitant prioris.
Nunc & recluso carcere lucidam
Balaena spectat solis imaginem,
Stellásque miratur natantes,
Et tremulae simulacra lunae.
[Page]Quae pompa vocum non imitabilis!
Qualis calescit spiritus ingenî!
Ut toll is undas! ut frementem
Diluvii reprimis tumultum!
Quis tam valenti pectore ferreus
Ut non tremiscens & timido pede
Incedat, orbis dum dolofi
Detegis instabiles ruinas?
Quin haec cadentûm fragmina montium
Natura vultum sumere simplicem
Coget refingens, in priorem
Mox iterum reditura formam.
Nimbis rubentem sulphureis Jovem
Cernas; ut udis saevit atrox Hyems
Incendiis, commune mundo
Et populis meditata Bustum!
Nudus liquentes plorat Athos nives,
Et mox liquescens ipse adamantinum
Fundit cacumen, dum per imas
Saxa fluunt resoluta valles.
Jamque alta coeli moenia corruunt,
Et vestra tandem pagina (proh nefas!)
BURNETTE, vestra augebit ignes,
Heu socio peritura mundo.
Mox aequa tellus, mox subitus viror
Ubique rident: En teretem Globum!
En laeta vernantis Favonî
Flamina, perpetuósque flores!
O pectus ingens! O animum gravem,
Mundi capacem! si bonus auguror,
Te, nostra quo tellus superbit,
Accipiet renovata civem.
Jo. Addison,
è Coll. Magd. Oxon. 1699.

AN ODE To the Learned Dr. Thomas Burnett, AUTHOR of The Theory of the EARTH.

I.
NO common Height the Muse must soar,
That wou'd thy Fame in Numberstry;
Nor dare in humble Verse adore,
But rise with Thee above the Sky,
You ask a bold and lofty strain,
And what we meanly sing, disdain.
II.
You Nature's early Birth explore,
Her disunited Frame disclose,
From what mix'd Cause, and jarring Power,
The Infant Earth to Being rose:
How, in her Circling Bosom sleep
Th' imprison'd Seas, and Bounded Deep.
III.
Resolv'd great hidden Truths to trace,
Each Learned Fable you despise;
And, pleas'd, enjoy the fam'd disgrace,
To think, and reason, singly wise:
Each Tale reject by Time allow'd,
And nobly leave the erring Crowd.
IV.
Hark! from her weak Foundations tore,
The bursting Earth asunder flies,
And, prop'd by yielding Seas no more,
The dreadful Crack alarms the Skies:
Whose Arches rent, their Weight forego,
And plunge in opening Gulphs below.
V.
Now rushing from their watry Bed,
The driving Waves disdain a shore;
And with resistless Force o'erspread
That Orb, which check'd their Rage before:
While scattered o'er the foamy Tide,
All Nature's floating Ruins ride.
VI.
New Heavens disclos'd, the Silver Train
The SUN beneath their Waves admire;
And gliding thro' th' enlight'ned Main,
Gaze at each STAR'S diminish'd Fire.
Well pleas'd, the MOON'S bright Orb survey,
Trembling along their Azure Way.
VII.
How strong each Line, each Thought how great,
With what an Energy you rise!
How shines each Fancy? with what Heat
Does every glowing Page surprize?
While spouting Oceans upward flow,
Or sink again to Caves below.
VIII.
As Nature's Doom you thus impart,
The moving Scene we scarce endure;
But, shrinking, ask our anxious Heart,
If on our Earth we tread secure?
Whose Fate unmov'd, as you persue,
We start and tremble but to view.
IX.
Yet these Remains, we now behold,
Which Tow'ring once in Hills arose;
Shall from a New and fairer Mould
A New and fairer Earth compose:
Which to her Fate shall Owe her Bloom,
And rise more lovely from her Tomb.
X.
Yet see This beauteous Fabrick end,
This Second Pride of Fate expire;
While gushing from the Clouds descend
The Burning Storm, the Liquid Fire;
Where Worlds and Men consuming lie,
And in One bright Confusion Die.
XI.
Their naked Tops the Hills admire,
No longer white with fleecy Dew;
And as they moan the spreading Fire,
Add to the Flames dissolving too:
While Rocks from melting Mountains flow,
And roll in Streams thro' Vales below.
XII.
And now the Kindling Orbs on high
All Nature's mournful End proclaim;
When thy great WORK, (Alas!) must die,
And feed the rich victorious Flame:
Give Vigour to the wasting Fire,
And with the World TOO SOON expire.
XIII.
Once more her Bloom the Earth renews,
Smooth'd into Green, eternal Vales;
Her Glebe still moist with fragrant Dews,
Her Air still rich with balmy Gales:
No Change her Flowry Seasons breed,
But Springs retire, and Springs succeed.
XIV.
Oh say, Thou Great, Thou Sacred Name,
What Scenes Thy thoughtful Breast employ,
Capacious as that mighty Frame
You raise with Ease, with Ease destroy?
Each World shall boast thy Fame; and YOU,
Who charm'd the OLD, shall grace the NEW.

AD D.D. HANNES, INSIGNISSIMUM MEDICUM & POETAM.

O QUI canoro blandiùs Orpheo
Vocale ducis carmen, & exitu
Feliciore luctuosis
Saepe animam revocas ab umbris,
Jam seu solutos in numerum pedes
Cogis, vel aegrum & vix animae tenax
Corpus tueris, seu cadaver
Luminibus penetras acutis;
Opus relinquens eripe te morae,
Frontémque curis solicitam explica,
Scyphúmque jucundus require
Purpureo gravidum Lyaeo.
Nunc plena magni pocula postules
Memor WILHELMI, nunc moveat sitim
Minister ingens, Imperîque
Praefidium haud leve, MONTACUTUS.
[Page 18]Omitte tandem triste negotium
Gravésque curas, heu nimium pius!
Nec caeteros cautus mederi
Ipse tuam minuas salutem.
Frustra cruorem pulsibus incitis
Ebullientem pollice comprimis,
Attentus explorare venam
Quae febris exagitet tumentem:
Frustra liquores quot Chymica expedit
Fornax, & error sanguinis, & vigor
Innatus herbis te fatigant:
Seriùs aut citiùs sepulchro
Debemur omnes, vitáque deseret
Expulsa morbis corpus inhospitum,
Lent [...]mque deflebunt nepotes
(Reliiquias Animae) cadaver.
Manes videbis Tu quoque fabulas,
Quos pauciores fecerit Ars tua;
Suúmque victorem vicissim
Subjiciet Libitina victrix.
Decurrit illi vita beatior
Quicunque Lucem non nimis anxius
Reddit molestam, urgétve curas
Sponte suâ satis ingruentes;
Et quem dierum lene fluentium
Delectat ordo, vitique mutuis
Felix amicis, gaudiisque
Innocuis benè temperata.
Jo. Addison,
è Coll. Magd. Oxon. 1699.

AN ODE TO Dr. HANNES, An Eminent PHYSICIAN and POET.

I.
WHILE flying o'er the Golden Strings,
You gently wake the tuneful Lyre;
Or tender, as when ORPHEUS sings,
With softer Sounds the Harp inspire:
Sad fleeting Ghosts with Art constrain
Back to a kinder Life again.
II.
Whether, in graceful Lays you shine,
And Verse your easy Hours employ;
Or give the Soul, her mouldring Shrine
Decay'd, a Fairer to enjoy:
The Body, cold in Death, explore
Thy Skill could only, not restore.
III.
Awhile thy learned Toil decline,
Nor anxious more, in smiles allow
The Circling Glass, the Generous Wine,
T' unbend, and smooth thy chearful Brow:
Nor longer to thy self severe,
In the rich Draught forget thy care.
IV.
Now with thy Monarch's Glory fir'd,
Let Great NASSAU thy Thirst inflame;
Or by his MOUNTAGUE * inspir'd,
Record the Patriot's faithful Name:
By whose wise Arts, and watchful Pains,
HE Rules in Peace, in Safety Reigns!
V.
At length thy mournful Task forbear,
From sad'ning Thoughts some respite find;
And while we bless thy pious Care,
Be to thy self, in pity, kind:
Inspir'd with your own Blessings, live;
Nor want Your self that Bloom you give.
VI.
In vain the Blood's tumultuous Tide,
And circling Stream your Hand restrains;
Taught o'er the Pulses to preside,
And well explore the bubbling Veins:
That with the Fever's swelling Heat
Glow more inflam'd, more fiercely beat.
VII.
In vain you try each Chymic Power,
Trace to its Spring the Sanguine Wave;
And kindly search each healing Flower
For Helps to guard us from the Grave:
In endless Bloom to bid us live,
Which THOU, nor THEY (Alas) can give.
VIII.
One certain Fate by Heaven decreed,
In spite of Thee we all must try;
When from her bursting Prison freed,
The mounting Soul shall claim the Sky:
Our Sons must once lament our Doom,
And shed their Sorrows round our Tomb.
IX.
Thou too shalt with pale Horror see
The Fabled Ghosts which glare below,
Which to the Shades, restrain'd by Thee,
In thinner Shoals, descending, flow:
And Death, whose Power you now defy,
Shall boast, her Conqueror can Die.
X.
His Life alone is greatly blest,
Whom no intruding Griefs annoy;
Who smiles each happy Day, possest
Of chearful Ease, and harmless Joy:
Nor sadly soothing his own Cares,
Augments himself the Weight he bears.
XI.
Pleas'd, with a few selected Friends,
He views each smiling Evening close;
While each succeeding Morn ascends,
Charg'd with Delights, unmark'd with Woes
In Pleasures innocently gay,
Wears the Remains of Life away.

ΠΥΓΜΑΙΟ-ΓΕΡΑΝΟ-ΜΑΧΙΑ, SIVE, PRAELIUM INTER PYGMAEOS & GRUES commissum.

PEnnatas acies, & lamentabile bellum
Pygmeadum refero: parvas tu, Musa, cohortes
Instrue: tu gladios, mortémque minantia rostra,
Offensosque Grues, indignantésque pusillam
Militiam celebra; volucrúmque hominúmque tumultus.
Heroüm ingentes animos & tristia bella
Pieridum labor exhausit, versúque sonoro
Jussit, & aeternâ numerorum assurgere pompâ:
Quis lectos Grajûm juvenes, & torva tuentem
Thesea, Quis pedibus velocem ignorat Achillem?
Quem dura Aeneae certamina, quem GULIELMI
Gesta latent? fratres Thebani, & flebile fatum
Pompei quem non delassavêre legentem?
[Page 26] Primus ego intactas acies, gracilémque tubarum
Carmine depingam sonitum, nova castra secutus;
Exiguósque canam pugiles, Gruibusque malignos
Heroas, nigrisque ruentem è nubibus hostem.
Quâ solis tepet ortu, primitiisque diei
India laeta rubet, medium inter inhospita saxa
(Per placidam vallem, & paucis accessa vireta)
Pygmaeûm quondam steterat, dum fata sinebant,
Imperium. Hîc varias vitam excoluêre per artes
Seduli, & assiduo fervebant arva popello.
Nunc si quis dura evadat per saxa viator,
Desertósque lares, & valles ossibus albas
Exiguis videt, & vestigia parva stupescit.
Desolata tenet victrix impunè volucris
Regna, & securo crepitat Grus improba nido.
Non sic, dum multos stetit insuperabilis annos
Parvula progenies; tum, si quis cominùs ales
Congredi, & immixtae auderet se credere pugnae,
Miles atrox aderat, sumptisque feroculus armis
Sternit humi volucrem moribundam, humerisque reportat
Ingentem praedam; caesóque epulatur in hoste.
Saepè improvisas mactabat, saepè juvabat
Diripere aut nidum, aut ulcisci in prole parentem.
Nempe larem quoties multa construxerat arte,
Aut uteri posuisset onus, volucrémque futuram;
Continuò vultu spirans immane minaci
Omnia vastaret miles, foetúsque necaret
Immeritos, vitámque abrumperet imperfectam,
Cum tepido nondum maturuit hostis in ovo.
Hinc causae irarum, bella hinc, fatalia bella,
Atque acies letho intentae, volucrúmque virûmque
Commissae strages, confusáque mortis imago.
Non tantos motus, nec tam memorabile bellum
Maeonius quondam sublimi carmine Vates
Lusit; ubi totam strepitúque armisque paludem
Miscuit: hîc (visu miserabile!) corpora murum
Sparsa jacent juncis transfixa, hic gutture rauco
Rana dolet, pedibúsque abscisso poplite ternis
Reptat humi, solitis nec sese saltibus effert.
Jamque dies Pygmaeo aderat, quo tempore caesi
Poenituit foetûs, intactáque maluit ova.
Nam super his accensa graves exarsit in iras
Grus stomachans; omnésque simul, quas Strymonis unda,
Aut stagnum Mareotidis, imi aut uda Caystri
Prata tenent, adsunt; Scythicâque excita palude,
Et conjurato volucris descendit ab Istro,
Stragésque immensas & vulnera cogitat absens,
Exacuitque ungues ictum meditata futurum,
Et rostrum parat acre, fugaeque accommodat alas.
Tantus amor belli, & vindictae arrecta cupido.
Ergò ubi ver nactus proprium, suspensus in alto
Aëre concussis exercitus obstrepit alis,
Terraeque immensos tractus, semotáque longè
Aequora despiciunt, Boreámque & nubila tranant
Innumeri. Crebro circùm ingens fluctuat aether
Flamine, & assiduus miscet coelum omne tumultus.
Nec minor in terris motus, dum bella facessit
Impiger, instituitque agmen, firmátque phalangas,
Et furit arreptis animosus homuncio telis:
[Page 28] Donec turma duas compôsta excurrat in alas,
Ordinibásque frequens, & marte instructa perito.
Jamque acies inter medias sese arduus infert
Pygmeadum ductor, qui majestate verendus,
Incessáque gravis, reliquos supereminet omnes
Mole Giganteâ, mediámque assurgit in ulnam.
Torvior aspectu (hostilis nam insculpserat unguis
Ore cicatrices) vultúque ostentat honesta
Rostrorum signa, & crudos in pectore morsus.
Immortali odio, aeternisque exercuit iris
Alituum Gentem, non illum impunè volucris
Aut ore, aut pedibus peteret confisus aduncis.
Fatalem quoties Gruibus distrinxerat ensem,
Truncavitque alas, celerique fugam abstulit hosti!
Quot fecit strages! Quae nudis funera pullis
Intulit, heu! Quoties implevit Strymona fletu!
Jamque procul sonus auditur, piceámque volantûm
Prospectant nubem, bellúmque hostésque ferentem.
Crebrescit tandem, atque oculis se plurimus offert
Ordinibus structus variis exercitus ingens
Alituum, motisque eventilat aëra pennis.
Turba polum replet, speciéque immanis obumbrat
Agmina Pygmaeorum, & densa in nubibus haeret:
Nunc densa, at patriis mox reddita rarior oris.
Belli ardent studio Pygmaei, & lumine saevo
Suspiciunt hostem; nec longum tempus, & ingens
Turba Gruum horrifico sese super agmina lapsu
Praecipitat gravis, & bellum sperantibus infert.
Fit fragor; avulsae volitant circum aëra plumae.
Mox defessa iterum levibus sese eripit alis,
[Page 29] Et vires reparata iterum petit impete terras.
Armorum pendet fortuna: hîc fixa volucris
Cuspide, sanguineo sese furibunda rotatu
Torquet agens circùm, rostr [...]mque intendit in hostem
Imbelle, & curvos in morte recolligit ungues.
Pygmaei hîc stillat lentus de vulnere sanguis,
Singultúsque ciet crebros, pedibúsque pusillis
Tundit humum, & moriens unguem execratur acutum.
Aestuat omne solum strepitu, tepidóque rubescit
Sanguine, sparguntur gladii, sparguntur & alae,
Unguésque & digiti, commistáque rostra lacertis.
Pygmeadum saevit, mediisque in millibus ardet,
Ductor, quem latè hinc atque hinc pereuntia cingunt
Corpora fusa Gruum; mediâque in morte vagatur,
Nec plausu alarum, nec rostri concidit ictu.
Ille Gruum terror, illum densissima circum
Miscetur pugna, & bellum omne laborat in uno:
Cùm, subito appulsus (sic Dî voluêre) tumultu
Ex inopino ingens & formidabilis Ales
Comprendit pedibus pugnantem; & (triste relatu)
Sustulit in coelum; Bellator ab unguibus haeret
Pendulus, agglomerat strepitu globus undique densus
Alituum; frustra Pygmaei lumine maesto
Regem inter nubes lugent, solitóque minorem
Heroem aspiciunt Gruibus plaudentibus escam.
Jamque recrudescit bellum, Grus desuper urget
Pygmaeum rostro, atque hostem petit ardua morsu;
Tum fugit alta volans; is sursùm brachia jactat
Vulneris impatiens, & inanes saevit in auras.
Talis erat belli facies, cum Pelion ingens
[Page 30] Mitteret in coelum Briareus, solióque Tonantem
Praecipitem excuteret; sparguntur in aethere toto
Fulmináque scopulique: flagrantia tela deorsum
Torquentur Jovis acta manu, dum vasta Gigantum
Corpora fusa jacent, semiustáque sulphure fumant.
Viribus absumptis penitùs Pygmeïa tandem
Agmina languescunt; ergo pars vertere terga
Horribili perculsa metu, pars tollere vocem
Exiguam; latè populus Cubitalis oberrat.
Instant à tergo volucres, lacerántque trahúntque
Immites, certae gentem extirpare nefandam.
Sic Pygmaei domus multos dominata per annos,
Tot bellis defuncta, Gruum tot laeta triumphis,
Fundit [...]s interiit: Nempe exitus omnia tandem
Certus Regna maner, sunt certi denique fines,
Quos ultra transire nefas: sic corruit olim
Assyriae Imperium, sic magnae Persidis imis
Sedibus eversum est, & majus utroque Latinum.
Elysii valles nunc agmine lustrat inani,
Et veterum Heroum miscetur grandibus umbris
Plebs parva: aut, si quid fidei mereatur anilis
Fabula, Pastores per noctis opaca pusillas
Saepe vident umbras, Pygmaeos corpore cassos.
Dum secura Gruum, & veteres oblita labores,
Laetitiae penitùs vacat, indulgétque choreis,
Angustósque terit calles, viridésque per orbes
Turba levis salit, & Lemurum cognomine gauder.
Jo. Addison, M.A.
è Coll. Magd. Oxon. 1699.

THE BATTEL OF THE PYGMIES and CRANES.

THE Feather'd Warriors, and the Pigmy-State,
Record, Oh Muse! their Battels, and their Fate.
Sing their great Wars, and as their Troops engage,
Guide the low Heroes, and direct their Rage.
[Page 32] Here Swords all flaming for the Fight display;
There Beaks as vengeful, and as keen as they:
Dreadfully mingling in one lofty Strain,
The Pygmies Courage, and the Foes Disdain.
While Birds and Men in dire dread Conflicts try
The Earth's Command, and Empire of the Sky.
Already fair in Verse each Warrior's Name,
The Muse has greatly sung, and paid with Fame.
His hardy Toil with Transport each admires,
The Poet rising, as the Chief inspires.
To distant Time the Muse has handed down
The Graecian Valour, and her Youths Renown.
How sternly brave in Fight great THESEUS glows;
How swift ACHILLES drives upon his Foes.
[Page 33] AENEAS' Fame with Wonder we peruse,
And WILLIAM'S wreaths are green in ev'ry Muse.
While Theban Chiefs, and POMPEY'S mourn­ful Name,
Weary each Eye, and tire us with their Fame.
My bolder Muse, unsung in antient Lays,
New Battels ranges, and new Camps surveys;
In Verse the Trumpet's Silver Sound describes,
And fatal to the Cranes, the Pygmy Tribes.
Dark thro' the Air, while hov'ring Nations flow,
And from the Clouds descends the Feather'd Foe.
Where happy India boasts a warmer Ray,
And, smiling, blushes at the Birth of Day:
Embrac'd by Rocks, a flow'ry Vale is seen,
By Few frequented, and for ever green.
[Page 34] Here high in Fame (till Heaven that Fame with­stand)
The spreading Pygmy Nations wide command;
By various Arts a frugal Life sustain,
While lab'ring Millions throng each crowded Plain.
But now their Desart Realms, as we descry,
Untill'd their Vales, their Bowers unpeopled lye.
While Bones of mighty Dwarfs, and Warriors slain,
Strike ev'ry Eye, and whiten all the Plain.
These Realms are now by Victor-Cranes possest;
There safe they triumph in each airy Nest.
Not thus they moan'd their Country's Fate of old,
When Subject States their Monarchs Arm con­troul'd.
[Page 35] The Soldier then, when e'er the Foe drew near,
Grasp'd hard his Sword, and, dreadful, shook his Spear:
Till gasping now, and breathless on the Ground,
Deep in his Breast he drives the deadly Wound.
His Shoulders scarce the pond'rous Spoil convey,
Alive his Terror, and, when dead, his Prey.
Oft in the Grove her curious Mansions hung,
His Rage o'erthrows, and slays the Crying Young.
The Mother-Bird, from far, beholds with Pain
Her Kingdoms rifled, and her Infants slain;
Whose little Lives their Parents Guilt atone
For Crimes alas! expiring, not their own.
His Breast no Pity to their Cries will give;
Doom'd by his Sword to dye, before they live;
E'er yet a Form th' imperfect Young enjoys;
And in the Egg the future Foe destroys.
From this dire Spring immortal Discords rose,
Which wrought the Sons of Fame unnumber'd Foes:
While warring Troops disturb the Earth and Sky,
And Birds, and Men, confus'd together, dye.
Less Tumults from less noble Causes sprung,
The Graecian Bard of old sublimely sung.
While Thund'ring Arms, and meeting Hosts around,
Mix in one Noise, and all the Lake * confound.
Here scatter'd o'er the bloody Plains are laid
Expiring Mice, by Bulrush-Spears destroy'd:
[Page 37] There limping Frogs, distain'd with gen'rous Gore,
In deep hoarse Plaints their absent Limbs deplore:
Unactive now, forget their springing Bound,
And hardly trail their sluggish Weight along the Ground.
Now the great Morn her Light began dis­close:
That Morn, which fatal to the Pygmies rose,
When they shall rue the Rashness of their Guilt,
And wish the Young unslain, the Egg unspilt.
For this the vengeful Sires in War engage,
Burn with Revenge, and call forth all their Rage;
[Page 38] Sad with Regret, they summon from afar
Wide distant Nations to the airy War.
What Troops remote Strymonian Waters breed,
And o'er Caisters flow'ry Meadows feed:
What hardy Bands the Scythian Lakes supply,
Or pour'd from Ister's Banks obscure the Sky;
Confed'rate join—with Slaughter all around
Their Bosomsswell, and, absent, seem to wound.
Each whet their Talons, and their Beaks prepare
To gore the Battel, and confuse the War.
For speedy Flight the sounding Pinions drest,
Such Thirst of Vengeance heaves each Warrior's Breast.
Now Spring arriv'd, the gath'ring Troops on high
Cut the mid Air, and sail along the Sky.
[Page 39] Beneath their Wings as they sublimely soar,
Wide Empires stretch, and wider Oceans roar.
Thro' the bleak North as they their Legions guide,
The Day grows darker, and the Clouds divide.
Fan'd with the Blast, and trembling as they fly,
A loud deep Murmur runs along the Sky.
Nor less on Earth the Pygmy Fury glows,
Whose Chiefs for Fight the Martial Troops dispose,
Direct the War—and as the Foe draws near,
Each gripes his Sword, and, eager, shakes his Spear.
While closely wedg'd, and dreadful to the Foe,
Their double Battel hides the Plain below.
And now the MONARCH of the Pygmy Throng,
Advancing, stalks with ample Strides along;
Slowly he moves, Majestically tall;
Tow'rs o'er his Subjects, and o'erlooks 'em all.
A Giant-Pygmy, whose high Spirits swell,
Elated with the Size of half an Ell.
Stern was his Visage—for his Face all o'er
Of Savage Clans the dire Impressions bore;
And seam'd with ghastly Wounds his manly Breast;
Still own'd the Foe, and still the Nails confest.
Hence Wrath, immortal Wrath, his Bosom fir'd
To quell the Nations, and his Fall conspir'd:
Who join'd in Arms his Fury to restrain,
Whet keen their Claws, and plunge their Beaks in vain.
[Page 41] Oft, as his Sword its Edge in Battel shows,
To lop a Pinion, and retard his Foes,
What Heaps of Dead, what Mountains of the slain,
What Slaughter reddens all the slipp'ry Plain?
While sighing o'er Strymonian Lakes alone,
Sad Widows languish, and sad Orphans moan.
Now broken Murmurs, sounding from afar,
Presage th' Approaches of the flying War.
Black with the Foe, the Clouds they now descry
Cleaving the Air, and marching thro' the Sky.
Wing'd Troops disclosing, as they wide unfold;
And what they heard aloft, they now behold.
In solemn State above, and strict Array,
A dreadful Scene the hov'ring Troops display.
[Page 42] Their spreading War extends along the Skies,
And the fann'd Air before their Pinions flies.
All Heaven is crowded, and the dark'ning Foe,
Hung in the Clouds, obscures the Camp below;
With gloomy Horror shades the nether Plain,
And Millions, ne'er to view their Native Groves again.
The Pygmy Troops beneath, in firm Array,
With eager Looks the hanging Foe survey:
Up to the Clouds their vengeful Eyes they turn,
Demand the Fight, and for the Combat burn.
When lo! the Cranes, descending from on high,
Rush thro' the Air, and dart along the Sky.
[Page 43] Amidst his Ranks they drive their plunging Bands,
And give that Battel which the Foe demands.
Both Hosts engage—dire deaf'ning Murmurs rise,
And Clouds of Feathers floating fill the Skies.
The fainting Birds, their Vigour to repair,
Now leave the Field, and skim aloft in Air:
Their Strength renew'd, they shoot along the Plain,
Mix in the Fight, and urge the War again.
Each side an equal Part of Glory shares,
And Conquest yet for neither Host declares.
Here a brave Warrior wounded as he flies,
In circling Eddies whirls around the Skies:
Still as the Foe his fruitless Vengeance tires,
Collects his Talons, and in Rage expires.
[Page 44] There gently streaming from the Heroes Veins,
A Pygmy's Gore the Purple Field distains;
Deep Murmurs from his heaving Heart resound;
Panting he falls, and beats the bleeding Ground.
While Shades of Death o'erspread his swimming Eyes,
Curses the Foe's avenging Claws, and dies.
And now the Ghostly Fields of Death, all o'er
Confus'd with Noise, and warm with smoak­ing Gore;
From every Eye a soft Compassion draw;
Here shines a Sword, there sprawls a trembling Claw:
[Page 45] While copious Slaughter gluts the slipp'ry Plain
With Wings of Birds, and Limbs of Mortals slain.
The Pygmy-Chief, his Faulchion waving high,
Wide wasting drops—while Millions round him die.
Amidst Ten Thousand Deaths secure he springs,
Mocks their sharp Beaks and persecuting Wings.
To stop his wasting Sword, th' avenging Foe
In circling Troops around the Warrior flow.
[Page 46] Dark o'er his Helmet thronging Legions spread,
And all the Battel rages round his Head.
When lo! a Crane, swift shooting from above,
(Such was the Will and dire Decree of JOVE)
Caught in his wounding Talons, as he flies,
Fast gripes the Foe, and bears him thro' the Skies.
A Cloud of Birds the Captive- King surround,
Clap their glad Wings, and waft him from the Ground:
While bore aloft, and less'ning as he soars,
Each Pygmy views his Lord, and each deplores.
But sigh in vain, their Monarch's Arm o'er­power'd,
Their Monarch vanquish'd first, and then de­vour'd.
But see the War once more revives on high,
Sounds thro' the Air, and ranges o'er the Sky.
The Pygmy's Sword around with Vengeance drove;
The Cranes disdain, and gore him from above.
Then skim aloft; the sprawling Chief with Pain
Shrinks from the Wound, and waves his Arm in vain.
Such was the War, when Mountains toss'd on high,
Shook JOVE'S High Throne, and labour'd up the Sky.
While Heav'n and Earth a doubtful Fight pre­pare,
And Rocks and Thunders mingle in the Air.
[Page 48] Till the wing'd Bolt, all flaming from above,
Launch'd from the dreadful red Right Hand of JOVE,
Confounds the War. His falling Rival's slain,
Gasp o'er the Fields—and smoaking hide the Plain.
And now their Vigour spent, their Martial Fire
Glowing in vain, the Pygmy-Troops retire.
Pale with Despair they leave the fatal Field,
For Pity raise their shrill low Voice, and yield.
But fierce behind the Cranes persue their way;
Dart from above, and tear the flying Prey.
Thro' Fields of Death the mangled Warriors chace,
And in one Battel end the faithless Race.
The Pygmy-Nation, thus so long renown'd,
O'erspread with Lawrels, and with Trophies crown'd,
Resigns her Fame—for Heaven and partial Fate
To Earth's great Empires fix one certain Date;
Assign the Period to each Nation's Fame.
Thus rose, and thus expir'd th' Assyrian Name;
Thus sunk (alike their Glory, and their Doom)
Thy Pride, O Persia, and thy Grandeur, Rome.
Now mix'd with Shades of mighty Heroes slain,
The empty Troops o'erspread th' Elysian Plain:
And if th' important Story be allow'd,
Confirm'd by Fame, each Night the Fairy-Crowd,
[Page 50] Unbody'd Forms, by wond'ring Shepherds seen,
Skim thro' the Gloom, and wanton o'er the Green.
With Schemes of War no more their Bosoms glow,
Forget their Labours, and their Feather'd Foe.
But sportive now in wanton Dances round,
With narrow Tracks they mark the flow'ry Ground:
A greener Turf the verdant Ring supplies,
And in the Fairy-Name the Pygmy dies.

BAROMETRI DESCRIPTIO.

QUà penetrat fossor terrae caeca antra, metallo
Foecunda informi, rudibúsque nitentia venis;
Dum stupet occultas gazas, nummósque futuros,
Eruit argenti latices, nitidúmque liquorem;
Qui nullo effusus prodit vestigia tractu,
Nec terram signo revolubilis imprimit udo,
Sed fractus sparsim in globulos formam us (que) rotundam
Servat, & in teretes lapsans se colligit orbes.
Incertum quâ fit naturâ, an negligat ultrà
Perficier, jubar & maturus inutile temnat;
[Page 52] An potius solis vis imperfecta relinquat
Argentum maleè coctum, divitiasque fluentes:
Quicquid erit, magno se jactat nobilis usu;
Nec Deus effulfit magis aspectabilis olim,
Cùm Danaen flavo circum pretiosus amictu
Ambiit, &, gratam suadente libidine formam,
Depluit irriguo liquefactum Numen in Auro.
Quin age, sume tubum fragilem, cui densior aër
Exclusus; fundo vitri subsidat in imo
Argenti stagnum; ut pluvia impendente metallum
Mobile descendat, vel contr [...], ubi postulat aestus,
Prodeat hinc liquor emergens, & rursus inane
Occupet ascensu, tubulúmque excurrat in omnem.
Jam coeli faciem, tempestatesque futuras,
Conscia lympha monet, brumámque & frigora narrat.
Nam quoties liquor insurgit, vitreóque canali
Sublatum nequeunt ripae cohibere priores;
Tum laetos sperare dies licet, arva fatentur
Aestatem, & largè diffuso lumine rident.
Sin sese immodicùm attollens Argenteus humor,
Et nimium oppressus, contendat ad ardua vitri,
Jam fitiunt herbae, jam succos flamma feraces
Excoquit, & languent consumto prata virore.
Cum verò tenues nebulas spiracula terrae
Fundunt, & madidi fluitant super aequora fumi,
[Page 53] Pabula venturae pluviae; tum fusile pondus
Inferiora petit; nec certior Ardea coelos
Indicat humentes, medias quando aetheris oras
Tranando, crassâ fruitur sublimiùs aurâ,
Discutit & madidis rorantia nubila pennis.
Nunc guttae agglomerant, dispersas frigora stipant
Particulas, rarúsque in nimbum cogitur humor:
Prata virent, segetem foecundis imbribus aether
Irrigat, & bibulae radici alimenta ministrat.
Quin ubi plus aequo descendens unda metalli
Fundum amat, impatiens pluviae, metuens (que) procellam,
Agricolae caveant; non hoc impunè colonus
Aspicit; ostendet mox foeta vaporibus aura
Collectas hyemes, tempestatémque sonoram.
At licet Argentum mole incumbente levatum
Subsidat, penitúsque imo se condat in alveô,
Caetera quaeque tument; eversis flumina ripis
Expatiata ruunt, spumantibus, aestuat undis
Diluvium, rapidique effusa licentia ponti.
Nulla tacet secreta poli mirabile vitrum,
Quin varios coeli vultus & tempora prodit.
Antè refert, quando tenui velamine tutus
Incedes, quando sperabis frigidus ignem.
Augurio hoc fretus, quanquam atri nubila coeli
Dirumpunt obscura diem, pluviásque minantur;
[Page 54] Machina si neget, & sudum promittat apertum,
Audax carpat iter nimbo pendente viator;
Nec metuens imbrem, poscentes Messor aristas
Prosternat: terrae jam bruma incumbit inermis,
Frigoráque haud nocitura cadunt, feriúntque paratos.
Jo. Addison, A.B.
è Coll. Magd. Oxon. 1699.

THE BAROMETER: OR, WEATHER-GLASS.

IN those dark Caverns of the teeming Earth,
Where Nature gives to various Metals Birth:
Where massy Bars of Oar unfashion'd lay,
And her Veins glitter with a ruddy Ray;
[Page 56] There, as the wond'ring Workman views the Mine
With secret Riches fraught, and future Coin,
His Hands a shining Silver Fountain force,
That runs, and rowls unmarking of its Course.
No Signs, no moisten'd Tracts of Earth betray
Or its first-flowing, or returning way;
Tho' broke, in gather'd Globes it still appears,
And recollects it self in rounded Spheres.
None know its Nature: whether greatly born,
The noble Fluid slow Perfection scorn;
And ripe, and finish'd in it self, despise
Subliming Sun-light, and maturing Skies.
Or rather, if the Sun's imperfect Beam
Leave it a loose, unripen'd Silver Stream,
[Page 57] A Fluid Treasure: Whatsoe'er it be,
It boasts of Uses of a high Degree.
But see the Fact: A Glassy Tube prepare,
And from the Vessel pump the grosser Air:
The Bottom let the Silver Lake supply,
Obsequious to the Motions of the Sky:
That so, when gath'ring Show'rs in Air de­pend,
The fluctuating Metal may descend.
And when the warmer, sultry Heats advise,
The quick-emerging Liquor may arise,
Possess the Void, from ev'ry Distance pass,
And leave, and fill, all Spaces of the Glass.
The Tube thus fix'd; the Conscious Liquors tries,
And tells before the Temper of the Skies.
[Page 58] In its bright Face you certainly behold
The distant Winter, and the future Cold.
For when the mounting Fluid upward tends,
And in the Glassy Channel high ascends;
Then comes the Promise of serener Days,
A brighter SUN in purer Aether plays;
And laughing Fields confess the Summer Rays.
But if the Silver Stream by too great Weight
Swells much, and rises to the top-most Height;
Then fade the wither'd Herbs, the Juices fly,
The Plants grow thirsty, and the Meadows die.
But when the breathing Earth thin Mists ex­hales,
And murky Smoak depends on heavy Gales,
[Page 59] Or slowly sailing o'er the Surface low'rs,
The Cause, and Nutriment of future Show'rs:
Then from their Height the pond'rous Liquids flow;
Sink down, and form a Silver Lake below.
Observers draw not from the Bittourn's Play,
Surer Presages of a weeping Day;
When the Bird mounts beyond her common Height,
And in the middle Aether shapes her Flight;
Sportful enjoys the misty Clouds, and flings
The dropping Moisture from her flaggy Wings.
But now the Cold produces new Effects,
The scatter'd Drops in shining Orbs collects.
Then Fields look green, in fruitful Show'rs the Rain
Soaks the dry Roots, and swells the teeming Grain.
But when the Streaming Metal's lucid Weight
Falls deeply down, and loves a lower State;
As if impatient of the Show'ry Skies,
Retires, and, fearful of the Tempest, flies.
That Sight, ye cautious Swains, observe with Skill:
Portentous Sign! and Ominous of Ill!
Soon will the pregnant Air her Vapours show;
Winter come arm'd, and sounding Whirlwinds blow.
But tho' the Fluid lesser press'd subsides,
And almost all its Silver Substance hides:
Yet other things beyond their Limits swell,
Streams burst their Banks, and mighty Floods rebel,
[Page 61] In frothy Tides each boiling Deluge raves,
And Seas o'erflow with mad licentious Waves.
This wond'rous Glass a thousand Truths dis­plays,
And all the Secrets of the Skies betrays.
By this the Face of Heav'n is justly shown;
The Changes told, and all the Seasons known.
This tells you when to trust a lose Attire,
And warns you when to hope a Winter Fire.
On this Prognostic Trav'lers may rely,
Tho' the Clouds gather, and obscure the Sky,
And threaten Tempests to the doubtful Eye.
Yet if inspecting of the sure Machine,
The Glass deny, and promise it serene;
[Page 62] Beneath the hanging Show'r they safe may go;
And fearless of the Rain the Swain may mow.
This faithful Glass the Wrath of Heav'n defies,
Makes Winter pointless, and disarms the Skies:
Frosts, Colds, and Tempests, when by This prepar'd,
Fall Innocent, and meet us on our Guard.

MACHINAE GESTICULANTES.

ADmiranda cano levium spectacula rerum,
Exiguam gentem, & vacuum fine mente popellum;
Quem, non surreptis coeli de fornice flammis,
Innocuâ melior fabricaverat arte Promo­theus.
Compita quà risu fervent, glomerátque tumultum
Histrio, delectátque inhiantem scommate turbam;
Quotquot laetitiae studio aut novitate tenentur,
Undique congressi permissa sedilia complent.
Nec confusus honos; nummo subsellia cedunt
Diverso, & varii ad pretium stat copia scamni.
Tandem ubi subtrahitur velamen, lumina passim
Angustos penetrant aditus, quà plurima visum
Fila secant, ne, cùm vacuo datur ore fenestra,
Pervia fraus pateat: mox stridula turba penates
Ingreditur pictos, & moenia squallida fuco.
[Page 64] Hic humiles inter scenas, angustáque claustra,
Quicquid agunt homines, Concursus, Bella, Triumphos,
Ludit in exiguo plebecula parva Theatro.
Sed praeter reliquos incedit HOMUNCIO raucâ
Voce strepens; major subnectit fibula vestem,
Et referunt vivos errantia lumina motus;
In ventrem tumet immodicum; ponè eminet ingens
A tergo gibbus; Pygmaeum territat agmen
Major, & immanem miratur turba Gigantem.
Hic magnâ fretus mole, imparibúsque lacertis
Confisus, gracili jactat convitia vulgo,
Et crebro solvit, lepidum caput, ora cachinno.
Quanquam res agitur solenni seria pompâ,
Spernit sollicitum intractabilis ille tumultum,
Et risu importunus adest, atque omnia turbat.
Nec raro invadit molles, pictámque protervo
Ore petit Nympham, invitóque dat oscula ligno.
Sed comitum vulgus diversis membra fatigant
Ludis, & vario lascivit mobile saltu.
Saepe etiam gemmis rutila, & spectabilis auro,
Lignea gens prodit, nitidisque superbit in ostris.
Nam, quoties festam celebrat sub Imagine lucem,
Ordine composito Nympharum incedit honestum
Agmen, & exigui Proceres, parvique Quirites.
Pygmaeos credas positis mitescere bellis,
Jamque, infensa Gruum temnentes prelia, tutos
Indulgere jocis, tenerisque vacare choreis.
Tales, cùm medio labuntur fidera coelo,
Parvi subsiliunt Lemures, populúsque pusillus
Festivos, rediens sua per vestigia, gyros
[Page 65] Ducit, & angustum crebro pede pulsitat orbem.
Manè patent gressus; hinc fuccos terra feraces
Concipit, in multam pubentia gramina surgunt
Luxuriem, tenerisque virescit circulus herbis.
At non tranquillas nulla abdunt nubila luces,
Saepe gravi surgunt bella, horrida bella, tumultu.
Arma cient truculenta cohors, placidámque quietem
Dirumpunt pugnae; usque adeò insincera voluptas
Omnibus, & mistae castigant gaudia curae.
Jam gladii, tubulique ingesto sulphure foeti,
Protensaeque hastae, fulgentiáque arma, minaeque
Telorum ingentes subeunt; Dant claustra fragorem
Horrendum, ruptae stridente bitumine chartae
Confusos reddunt crepitus, & sibila miscent.
Sternitur omne solum pereuntibus; undique caesae
Apparent turmae, civilis crimina belli.
Sed postquam insanus pugnae deferbuit aestus,
Exuerintque truces animos, jam Marte fugato,
Diversas repetunt artes, curásque priores.
Nec rarò prisci Heroes, quos Pagina sacra
Suggerit, atque olim peperit felicior aetas,
Hic parvâ redeunt specie. Cano ordine cernas
Antiquos prodire, agmen venerabile, Patres.
Rugis sulcantur vultus, prolixáque barbae
Canities mento pendet: sic tarda senectus
TITHONUM minuit, cùm moles tota Cicadam
Induit, in gracilem sensim collecta figuram.
Nunc tamen unde genus ducat, quae dextra latentes
Suppeditet vires, quem poscat turba moventem,
Expediam. Truncos opifex & inutile lignum
[Page 66] Cogit in humanas species, & robore natam
Progeniem telo efformat, nexúque tenaci
Crura ligat pedibus, humerisque accommodat armos,
Et membris membra aptat, & artubus insuit artus.
Tunc habiles addit trochleas, quibus arte pusillum
Versat onus, molique manu famulatus inerti
Sufficit occultos motus, vocémque ministrat.
His structa auxiliis jam machina tota peritos
Ostendit sulcos, duri & vestigia ferri:
Hinc salit, atque agili se sublevat incita motu,
Vocésque emittit tenues, & non sua verba.
Jo. Addison, A.B.
è Coll. Magd. Oxon. 1699.

THE PUPPET-SHOW.

OF Trivial Things I sing surprizing Scenes,
Crowds void of Thought, and Nations in Machines.
A Race Diminutive; whose Frames were built
Free from the Sacrilege of antient Guilt;
Who from a better new PROMETHEUS came;
Nor boast the Plunder of Coelestial Flame.
There, where facetious Andrew rises high,
And draws the Peopled Street beneath his Eye;
With witty Jests the gaping Crowd derides,
Distorts their Muscles, and fatigues their Sides.
All Sons of Mirth, the Gay, the Curious come,
Enter the Booth, and fill the spacious Room.
Not undistinguish'd are the Honours there;
But different Seats their different Prices bear.
At length, when now the Curtain mounts on high,
The narrow Scenes are open'd to the Eye;
Where Wire-Partitions twinkle to the Sight,
That cut the Vision, and divide the Light.
Ingenious Artifice! of sure Deceit,
Since naked Prospects would betray the Cheat.
[Page 69] And now the squeaking Tribe proceeding roams
O'er painted Mansions, and illustrious Domes.
Within this humble Cell, this narrow Wall,
Assemblies, Battels, Conquests, Triumphs, All
That Human Minds can Act, or Pride survey,
On their low Stage, the Little Nation play.
But One above the rest distinguish'd stalks;
A Hero, who in hoarser Accents talks.
Large is the Buckle that his Vest controuls;
His Mimic Eye with living Motion rowls.
His Belly turgid of enormous Size;
Behind his Back a Bulk of Mountain lies.
Huge, manly, tall, he frights the Pygmy-Court,
Who fly and wonder at his Giant-Port.
Audacious Hero He; who much relies
On his unequal Arm, and haughty Size.
[Page 70] Of these Superior Gifts and Talents proud,
He mocks and rallies all the Lesser Crowd:
Scatters his Satire round, and oft provokes
The Croud to Laughter by facetious Jokes.
E'en when some serious Action is display'd,
And solemn Pomps in long Procession made,
He uncontroulable, of Humour rude,
Must with unseasonable Mirth intrude:
Scornful he grins upon their Tragic Rage,
And disconcerts the Fable of the Stage.
Sometimes the graceless Wight with saucy Air,
Makes rude Approaches to the painted Fair.
The Nymph retires, he scorns to be withstood,
And forces Kisses on th' unwilling Wood.
Not so his Fellows of inferior Parts,
They please the Theatre with various Arts,
Lascivious Sport, in circling Turns advance,
And tire their little Limbs in active Dance.
Sometimes the Wooden People you behold,
Attir'd in rich Array of figur'd Gold:
Rows of dissembled Jewels blaze around,
And Robes of Tyrian Purple stain the Ground.
For when their Tribes in Pageantry display
The Mimic Grandeur of some Solemn Day,
The painted Nymphs proceed a comely Train,
In Order just, and brighten all the Plain.
Nobles of Stature small attract the Eyes,
And last the Commons of an humbler Size.
[Page 72] The pleas'd Spectator, as these Scenes he views,
The Pygmy-Nation in his Mind renews:
He fancies now the Cranes Invasions cease;
Their warlike Souls are soften'd by a Peace,
And now secure in guiltless Sports they play,
Laugh down the Sun, and dance away the Day.
Thus, when the Stars obtain their Midnight Sphere,
A Race like these of Human Form appear;
The Fairy Train, that dancing in the Dark,
Return in Circles, and their Footsteps mark:
The merry Goblins, constant to the Round,
In measure trip, and beat the hallow'd Ground.
[Page 73] The Morn betrays the Print. The fruitful Earth
From hence teems pregnant with a juicy Birth,
Luxuriant Growths of bolder Grass are seen,
That rise in Circles of a deeper Green.
Yet O! some Clouds obscure their peaceful Days,
Wars, horrid Wars, disastrous Tumults raise.
The Joys of Peace are broke by rough Alarms,
Their Troops breath Slaughter, and prepare for Arms.
So insincere is mortal Bliss! so sure
Care blends our Joys, and makes them all im­pure!
[Page 74] Now Swords, and warring Arms the Prospect mar,
Protended Spears that glitter from afar,
And sulph'rous Tubes; dread Equipage of War.
The Din of Fight begins; a direful Sound
Flies thro' the Dome, and shakes the Walls around,
From the burst Volumes sputt'ring Sulphurs tost
Promiscuous Hiss, and Sounds in Sounds are lost.
Confusion reigns; the Field of War bespread,
Reveals, unhappy View! her Heaps of Dead:
Thick on all Hands, extended on the Stage,
Slain Troops appear, the Guilt of Civil Rage.
But when they have allay'd their Martial Ire,
And their calm Spirits breath a sober Fire;
The War concluded. They resume their Parts,
Repeat their former Toils, and various Arts.
Now oft the Heroes of the Sacred Page;
Great Souls! the Product of a better Age,
Redeem'd and rescu'd from the silent Urn,
On this low Stage in Miniature return.
There may you see a venerable Band
Of Patriarch-Sires in hoary Order stand;
Their Faces furrow'd, as they once appear'd,
And their Chins cloath'd with Silver Lengths of Beard.
[Page 76] So, long consuming Age, from Day to Day,
Contracted TITHON by a slow Decay.
From wasting Stage to Stage he gradual past,
And sunk into a Grashopper at last.
Now sing we, whence the Puppet-Actors came,
What hidden Power supplies the hollow Frame;
What cunning Agent o'er the Scenes presides,
And all the secret Operation glides.
The Turner shapes the useless Log with Care,
And forces it a Human Form to wear:
With the sharp Steel he works the Wooden Race,
And lends the Timber an adopted Face.
[Page 77] Tenacious Wires the Legs and Feet unite,
And Arms connected keep the Shoulders right.
Adapted Organs to fit Organs join,
And Joints with Joints, and Limbs with Limbs combine.
Then adds he active Wheels and Springs unseen,
By which he artful turns the small Machine,
That moves at Pleasure by the secret Wires;
And last his Voice the senseless Trunk in­spires.
From such a Union of Inventions came,
And to Perfection grew the Puppet Frame;
[Page 78] The Workman's Mark its Origin reveal,
And own the Traces of the forming Steel.
Hence are its Dance, its Motions, and its Tone,
Its squeaking Voice, and Accents not its own.

THE RESURRECTION: A POEM.

Venient cito Saecula, cum jam
Socius Calor ossa revisat,
Animataque Sanguine vivo
Habitacula pristina gestet.
Prud.

The FOURTH EDITION.

THE PREFACE.

THE following Lines are esteemed by the best Judges to be the finest Sketch of the Resurrection, that any Age or Language has produced: Nor do their only Excellence consist in being an accurate Poem; but also in being an exact Copy of the Painter's Ori­ginal upon the Altar in Magdalen College; but so much improved with [Page 82] all the strongest Figures and most lively Embellishments of a Poetical Description, that the Reader receives a double Satisfaction in seeing the two Sister-Arts so useful to each other, in borrowing mutual Helps, and mu­tual Advantages.

It is, indeed, wonderful to find in the narrow Compass of so few Pages all the most dreadful Circum­stances of that last terrible Crisis of Time: The Poem is a beautiful and succinct Epitome of all that has or can ever be said on that important Subject; the very Text, which the ingenious Mr. Young has so largely and elegantly paraphras'd upon, in his excellent Poem on the LAST DAY.

[Page 83] Mr. Addison is to be distinguish'd thro' all his Performances both Latin and English (and in his Latin, parti­cularly in the following one, and that on the Peace of Reswick,) by the Strength of his Images, and by a forcible and unaffected Vivacity of Expression, which none of our Mo­derns have attain'd to in so much Perfection; and which is very rarely to be met with even in any of the Antients since Virgil and Horace.

Having mention'd Mr. Addison, I cannot avoid congratulating my Country on his Preferment to one of her greatest Civil Employments; nor forbear observing how happy we are in a KING, who has shown the [Page 84] World that he will distribute his Fa­vours amongst those only, whom Merit and Virtue shall recommend to his Service.

With what uncommon Lustre must that Man appear to Posterity, who is not only the best Writer, and most candid Patron of the Age he lives in; but also the finest Gentleman, the sincerest Friend, the most affectionate Husband, the most accomplish'd Statesman, and the most exemplary Christian? Under every one of these Views Mr. Addison gains the Esteem and Admiration even of the bitterest Enemies to that Cause which he so warmly espouses, of the most furious Partisans, and the most prejudic'd of Mankind.

[Page 85] I must forbear to enlarge any far­ther on the Character of that truly great and good Man, lest I draw upon my self the Imputation of a Flatterer, by relating what all the World (except himself only) will allow to be the severest Truth.

I shall make no Excuse for of­fering the following Poem to the World in an English DRESS, and under all the Disadvantages of an imperfect Translation. I have often read it in the Original with the greatest Pleasure and Satisfaction; and I hope it will need no Apo­logy to be willing to communi­cate so useful and sublime an En­tertainment, [Page 86] in the best manner I can, to those of my Fellow-Subjects who are not qualify'd to read it in the Latin Original.

RESURRECTIO DELINEATA Ad Altare Coll. Magd. Oxon.

EGregios fuci tractus, calamique labores,
Surgentesque hominum formas, ardentiáque ora
Judicis, & simulacra modis pallentia miris,
Terribilem visu pompam, Tu Carmine Musa
Pande novo, vatique sacros accende furores.
Olim Planitiem (quam nunc foecunda colorum
Insignit Pictura) inhonesto & simplice cultu
Vestiit albedo, sed nè rima ulla priorem
Agnoscat faciem, mox fundamenta futurae
Substravit Pictor tabulae, humorémque sequacem
[Page 88] Per muros traxit; velamine moenia crasso
Squallent obducta, & rudioribus illita fucis.
Utque (polo nondum stellis fulgentibus apto)
Nè spatio moles immensa dehiscat inani,
Per cava coelorum, & convexa patentia latè
Hinc atque hinc interfusus fluitaverat Aether;
Mox radiante novum torrebat lumine mundum
Titan, & pallens alienos mitiùs ignes
Cynthia vibrabat; crebris nunc consitus astris
Scintillare polus, nunc fulgor Lacteus omne
Diffluere in Coelum, longóque albescere tractu.
Sic, operis postquam lusit primordia Pictor,
Dum sordet paries, nullúmque fatetur Apellem,
Cautiùs exercet Calamos, atque arte tenacem
Confundit viscum, succósque attemperat, omnes
Inducit tandem formas; apparet ubique
Muta cohors, & Picturarum vulgus inane.
Aligeris muri vacat ora suprema Ministris,
Sparsáque per totam Coelestis turba Tabellam
Raucos inspirat lituos, buccásque tumentes
Inflat, & attonitum replet clangoribus orbem.
Defunctis sonus auditur, tabulámque per imam
Picta gravescit humus, terris emergit apertis
Progenies rediviva, & plurima surgit imago.
Sic, dum foecundis Cadmus dat semina sulcis,
Terra tumet praegnans, animatáque gleba laborat,
Luxuriatur ager segete spirante, calescit
Omne solum, crescitque virorum prodiga messis.
Jam pulvis varias terrae dispersa per oras,
Sive inter venas teneri concreta metalli,
Sensim diriguit, seu sese immiscuit herbis,
Explicita est; molem rursùs coalescit in unam
Divisum funus, sparsos prior alligat artus
[...]unctura, aptanturque iterum coëuntia membra.
Hic nondum specie perfecta resurgit imago,
Vultum truncata, atque inhonesto vulnere nares
Manca, & adhuc deest informi de corpore multum.
[...]aulatim in rigidum hic vita insinuata cadaver
[...]otu aegro vix dum redivivos erigit artus.
[...]ficit his horror vultus, & imagine totâ
[...]usa per attonitam pallet formido figuram.
Detrahe quin oculos Spectator, &, ora nitentem
[...] poterint perferre diem, medium inspice murum,
Quâ sedet orta Deo proles, Deus ipse, sereno
[...]umine perfusus, radiisque inspersus acutis.
[...]rcum tranquillae funduntur tempora flammae,
[...]egius ore vigor spirat, nitet Ignis ocellis,
[...]urimáque effulget Majestas Numine toto.
Quantùm dissimilis, quantùm ô! mutatus ab illo,
[Page 90] Qui peccata luit cruciatus non sua, vitam
Quando luctantem cunctatâ morte trahebat!
Sed frustrà voluit defunctum Golgotha Numen
Condere, dum victâ fatorum lege triumphans
Nativum petiit coelum, & super aethera vectus
Despexit Lunam exiguam, Solémque minorem.
Jam latus effossum, & palmas ostendit utrasque,
Vulnúsque infixum pede, clavorúmque recepta
Signa, & transacti quondam vestigia ferri.
Umbrae hùc felices tendunt, numerosáque coelos
Turba petunt, atque immortalia dona capessunt.
Matres, & longae nunc reddita corpora vitae
Infantûm, Juvenes, Pueri, innuptaeque Puellae
Stant circùm, atque avidos jubar immortale bibentes
Affigunt oculos in Numine; laudibus aether
Intonat, & laeto ridet coelum omne triumpho.
His Amor impatiens conceptáque gaudia mentem
Funditùs exagitant, imóque in pectore fervent.
Non aequè exultat flagranti corde Sibylla,
Hospite cùm tumet incluso, & praecordia sentit
Mota Dei stimulis, nimióque calentia Phoebo.
Quis tamen ille novus perstringit lumina fulgor?
Quam Mitrâ effigiem distinxit Pictor, honesto
Surgentem è tumulo, alatoque Satellite fultam?
Agnosco faciem, vultu later alter in illo.
[Page 91] WAINFLETUS, sic ille oculos, sic ora ferebat:
[...]heu quando animi par invenietur Imago!
Quando alium similem virtus habitura!—
[...]ati innocuas securus Numinis iras
[...]spicit, impavidósque in Judice figit ocellos.
Quin age, & horrentem commixtis igne tenebris
[...]am videas scenam; multo hic stagnantia fuco
[...]oenia, flagrantem liquefacto sulphure rivum
[...]ingunt, & falsus tantâ arte accenditur Ignis,
Ut toti metuas tabulae, ne flamma per omne
[...]ivida serpat opus, tenuésque absumpta recedat
[...]ictura in cineres, propriis peritura favillis.
[...]ùc turba infelix agitur, turpisque videri
[...]frendet dentes, & rugis contrahit ora.
[...]index à tergo implacabile saevit, & ensem
[...]ulmineum vibrans acie flagrante scelestos
[...]m Paradiseis iterum depellit ab oris.
[...]eu! quid agat tristis? quò se coelestibus iris
[...]ubtrahat? ô! quantùm vellet nunc aethere in alto
[...]irturem colere! at tandem suspiria ducit
Nequicquam, & serò in lacrymas effunditur; obstant
[...]rtes non revocandae, & inexorabile Numen.
Quàm varias aperit veneres Pictura! periti
Quot calami legimus vestigia! quanta colorum
[Page 92] Gratia se profert! tales non discolor Iris
Ostendat, vario cùm lumine floridus imber
Rore nitet toto, & guttâ scintillat in omni.
O fuci nitor, ô pulchri durate colores!
Nec, Pictura, tuae languescat gloria formae,
Dum lucem videas, qualem exprimis ipsa, supremam.
Jo. Addison, A.B.
è Coll. Magd. Oxon. 1699.

F [...]ller Pinxit ad Alt: Coll: Magd: Oxon: Delin Mburg. sculpt. Univ. [...]

THE RESURRECTION: A POEM.

THE Pencil's glowing Lines and vast Command,
And Mankind rising from the Painter's Hand,
The awful Judge array'd in beamy Light,
And Spectres trembling at the dreadful Sight,
[Page 96] To sing, O Muse, the pious Bard inspire,
And waken in his Breast the Sacred Fire.
The hallow'd Field, a bare white Wall of late,
Now cloath'd in gaudy Colours, shines in State;
And lest some little Interval confess
Its antient simple Form, and homely Dress;
The skilful Artist laid o'er every Part
The first Foundation of his future Art:
O'er the wide Frame his ductile Colours led,
And with strong Primings all the Wall o'er­spread.
As e'er yon spangling Orbs were hung on high,
Lest one great Blank should yawn thro' bound­less Sky,
[Page 97] Thro' the wide heavenly Arch and trackless Road
In Azure Volumes the pure Aether flow'd;
The Sun at length burns out, intensely bright,
And the pale Crescent sheds her borrow'd Light.
With thick-sown Stars the radiant Pole is crown'd,
Of milky Glories a long Tract is found,
O'erflows, and whitens all the Heav'ns around.
So when the Ground-work of the Piece was laid,
Nor yet the Painter had his Art display'd,
With slower Hand, and Pencil more divine,
He blends each Colour, heightens ev'ry Line;
[Page 98] Till various Forms the breathing Picture wears,
And a mute Groupe of Images appears.
Celestial Guards the topmost height attend,
And Crouds of Angels o'er the Wall descend;
With their big Cheeks the deaf'ning Clarions wind,
Whose dreadful Clangors startle all Mankind:
Ev'n the Dead hear; the lab'ring Graves con­ceive,
And the swoln Clod in Picture seems to heave:
Ten thousand Worlds revive to better Skies,
And from their Tombs the thronging Coarses rise.
So when fam'd Cadmus sow'd the fruitful Field,
With pregnant Throws the quicken'd Furrow swell'd:
From the warm Soil sprung up a warlike Train,
And Human Harvests cover'd all the Plain.
And now from ev'ry Corner of the Earth
The scatter'd Dust is call'd to second Birth;
Whether in Mines it form'd the rip'ning Mass,
Or humbly mix'd, and flourish'd in the Grass.
The sever'd Body now unites again,
And kindred Atoms rally into Men:
The various Joints resume their antient Seats,
And ev'ry Limb its former Task repeats.
[Page 100] Here an imperfect Form returns to Light,
Not half renew'd, dishonest to the Sight;
Maim'd of his Nose appears his blotted Face,
And scarce the Image of a Man we trace.
Here by Degrees infus'd, the vital Ray
Gives the first Motion to the panting Clay:
Slow to new Life the thawing Fluids creep,
And the stiff Joints wake heavily from Sleep.
Here on the guilty Brow pale Horrors glare,
And all the Figure labours with Despair.
From Scenes like these now turn thy wond'ring Sight,
And if thou canst withstand such Floods of Light,
[Page 101] Look! where thy SAVIOUR fills the middle Space,
The SON of GOD, true Image of his Face,
Himself eternal GOD, e'er Time began her Race.
See! what mild Beams their gracious Influence shed,
And how the pointed Radiance crowns his Head!
Around his Temples lambent Glories shine,
And on his Brow sits Majesty Divine;
His Eye-balls lighten with Celestial Fires,
And ev'ry Grace to speak the God conspires.
But ah! how chang'd, ah! how unlike the same
From Him, who patient wore the Mortal Frame;
[Page 102] Who thro' a Scene of Woes drew painful Breath,
And struggled with a sad, slow, long-drawn Death:
Who gave on Golgotha the dreadful Groan,
Bearer of other's Sins, and Suff'rings not his own.
But Death and Hell subdu'd, the Deity
Ascends Triumphant to his native Sky;
And rising far above th' Aethereal Height,
The Sun and Moon diminish to his Sight.
And now to View he bare'd his bleeding side,
And his pierc'd Hands and Feet, in Crimson dy'd;
Still did the Nails the recent Scars reveal,
And bloody Tracks of the transfixing Steel.
Hither in Crouds the Blessed shape their Flight,
And throng the Mansions of immortal Light;
[Page 103] The menial Twelve, * an ever faithful Band,
Around their Master sit on either Hand;
Each Martyr-Saint in Glory shines confest,
Immortal Pleasures rushing to his Breast;
Sees Worlds up-rising from the silent Tomb
To final Judgment and eternal Doom;
They mark each fatal Word, each dreadful Nod;
And bless the Righteous Sentence of their GOD.
The fruitful Matron and the spotless Maid,
And Infants, with a longer Life repaid,
Stand round; and drinking in Celestial Rays,
On their REDEEMER fix with ardent Gaze,
And all the Heav'ns resound with Hymns of Praise.
[Page 104] Each Bosom kindles with Seraphic Joy,
And conscious Extacies the Soul employ.
Not equal Raptures swell the Sybil's Breast,
When by the inmate Deity possess'd;
When Phoebus the Prophetic Maid inspires,
And her Limbs tremble with convulsive Fires.
But whence this sudden Blaze of dazling Light!
What Mitred Brow is that, which greets my Sight?
Forth from a stately Tomb I see him Rise,
And mount with Guards of Angels to the Skies.
I know the Form—alike the Look and Mien,
Another WAINFLET * in his Face is seen.
[Page 105] When will, alas! such spotless Worth be found?
When will a Mind with equal Virtues crown'd?
Fearless he sees Almighty Vengeance rise,
And fixes on his GOD his guiltless Eyes.
But now far different Scenes our Wonder claim,
Horrent with Darkness and Malignant Flame;
The labour'd Wall delusive Picture hides,
And liquid Sulphur rolls in burning Tides:
So strong, so fierce, the painted Flames arise,
The pale Spectator views them with Surprize:
Believes the blazing Wall indeed to burn,
And fears the Frame should into Ashes turn.
[Page 106] Hither in ghastly Crouds the Guilty haste,
Obscene with Horror, and with Shame defac'd:
With haggard Looks the gloomy Fiends appear,
They gnash their foamy Teeth, and frown severe.
A stern Avenger with relentless Mind,
Waving a flamy Faulchion, stalks behind;
With which, as once from Paradise he drove,
He drives the Sinner from the Joys above.
What shall he do forlorn? or whither fly,
To shun the Ken of an All-seeing Eye?
What would he give among the Just to shine,
And fall before Omnipotence Divine?
[Page 107] But oh! too late in Sighs he vents his Woe,
Too late his Eyes with gushing Tears o'er­flow!
Vain are his Sighs, and fruitless are his Tears,
Vengeance and Justice stop th' Almighty's Ears.
See! with what various Charms the Piece is fraught,
And with what pregnant Marks of Judgment wrought!
With how much Grace the living Colours glow!
Not brighter Colours paint the watry Bow;
When the fresh Show'rs her various Lustre share,
And ev'ry Drop with Spangles decks the Air.
O! may the Painter's Labours never fade,
Nor wasteful Time their shining Charms invade,
No envious Darkness shade the beauteous Tints,
Till the Piece sees the LAST GREAT DAY it Paints.

SPHAERISTERIUM.

HIC, ubi graminea in latum sese explicat aequor
Planities, vacuóque ingens patet area campo,
Cùm solem nondum fumantia prata fatentur
Exortum, & tumidae pendent in gramine guttae,
Improba falx noctis parva incrementa prioris
Desecat, exiguam radens à cespite messem:
Tum motu assiduo saxum versatile terram
Deprimit extantem, & surgentes atterit herbas.
Lignea percurrunt vernantem turba palaestram
Uncta, nitens oleo, formae quibus esse rotundae
Artificis ferrum dederat, facilisque moveri.
Nè tamen offendant incauti errore globorum,
[Page 110] Quaeque suis incisa notis stat sphaera; sed unus
Hanc vult, quae infuso multùm inclinata metallo
Vertitur in gyros, & iniquo tramite currit;
Quin alii diversa placet, quam parciùs urget
Plumbea vis, motúque sinit procedere recto.
Postquàm ideò in partes turbam distinxerat aequas
Confilium, aut sors: quisque suis accingitur armis.
Evolat Orbiculus, quae cursum meta futurum
Defignat; jactique legens vestigia, primam,
Qui certamen init, sphaeram demittit, at illa
Leniter effusa, exiguum quod ducit in Orbem,
Radit iter, donec sensim primo impete fesso
Subsistat; subitò Globus emicat alter & alter.
Mox ubi funduntur latè agmina crebra minorem
Sparsa per Orbiculum, stipántque frequentia metam,
Atque negant faciles aditus; jam cautiùs exit,
Et leviter sese insinuat revolubile lignum.
At si fortè globum, qui misit, spectat inertem
Serpere, & impressum subitò languescere motum,
Ponè urget Sphaerae vestigia, & anxius instat,
Objurgátque moras, currentique imminet orbi.
Atque ut segnis honos dextrae servetur, iniquam
Incusat terram, ac surgentem in Marmore nodum.
Nec risus tacuere, globus cùm volvitur actus
Infami jactu, aut nimium vestigia Plumbum
Allicit, & Sphaeram à recto trahit insita virtus.
Tum qui projecit, strepitus effundit inanes,
Et, variam in speciem distorto corpore, falsos
Increpat errores, & dat convitia ligno.
Sphaera sed, irarum temnens ludibria, coeptum
Pergit iter, nullisque movetur surda querelis.
Illa tamen laudes summúmque meretur honorem,
Quae non dirumpit cursum, absistitque moveri,
Donec turbam inter crebram dilapsa supremum
Perfecit stadium, & metae inclinata recumbit.
Hostis at haerentem Orbiculo detrudere Sphaeram
Certat, luminibúsque viam signantibus omnes
Intendit vires, & missile fortiter urget:
Evolat adducto non segnis Sphaera lacerto.
Haud ita profiliens Elëo carcere pernix
Auriga invehitur, cùm raptus ab axe citato
Currentésque domos videt, & fugientia tecta.
Si tamen in duros, obstructa Satellite multo,
Impingant socios, confundátque orbibus orbes;
Tum fervit bilis, fortunam damnata cerbam,
Atque Deos atque astra vocat crudelia.—
Si verò incursus faciles, aditúmque patentem
Inveniat, partóque hostis spolietur honore:
Turba fremit confusa, sonisque frequentibus, Euge,
Exclamant Socii; plausu strepit omne Viretum.
Intereà fessos inimico Sirius astro
Corripit, & salsas exudant corpora guttas;
Lenia jam Zephyri spirantes frigora, & umbrae
Captantur, vultúque fluens abstergitur humor.
Jo. Addison, A.B.
è Coll. Magd. Oxon. 1699.

THE BOWLING-GREEN.

WHere smooth and level as the Summer Main,
A spacious Area opens on the Plain;
While with descending Dews the Herbage sweats,
Nor feels the rising Sun's intenser Heats,
The sharpen'd Scythe prevents the grassy Height,
And reaps the scanty Harvest of the Night:
[Page 114] The rolling Stone renews its Morning Round,
To crush the springing Turf, and sink the knotty Ground.
And now the polish'd Globes, a num'rous Band,
Prepar'd for Motion by the Artist's Hand;
Glitt'ring with Oil, and splendid to the Sight,
O'er the soft, verdant Surface speed their Flight.
But least some Bowler should his Cast disown,
By diff'rent Marks the diff'rent Orbs are known:
For Gamesters vary; some prefer the Bowl,
That byass'd wheels obliquely to the Goal:
While others will a diff'rent Choice approve
Of those, which in a Line directly move.
[Page 115] The chosen Numbers part on either side,
As, or Consent, or doubtful Lots divide:
Each Chief assumes his Arms; when now behold
The Jack exulting o'er the Surface roll'd;
At which their missive Orbs the Bowlers aim,
And who arrives the nearest, wins the Game.
The Leader poises in his Hand the Bowl,
And gently launches to the distant Goal:
The current Orb prolongs its circling Course,
Till by Degrees it loses all its Force.
When now another o'er the Level bounds,
And Orb succeeding Orb the Block surrounds:
Scatter'd they lie, and barricade the Green,
That scarce a single Bowl can pass between.
[Page 116] When now with better Skill, and nicer Care,
The dext'rous Youth renews the Wooden War,
Beyond the rest his winding Timber flies,
And works insinuating, and wins the Prize.
But if perchance he sees, with Madness stung,
The lagging Wood move impotent along;
If its faint Motion languish on the way,
And, short of Length, it press the verdant Lay:
Nimbly he strides behind a-cross the Grass,
And bending hovers o'er the rolling Mass;
Least foul Disgrace should on his Arm re­dound,
He blames the Rising-Rub and guilty Ground.
What sudden Laughter echoes o'er the Green,
When some unlucky, artless Cast is seen;
When the too pond'rous Lead with stubborn Force
Allures the Globe from its appointed Course?
The Bowler chafes, and fruitless Rage ensues,
His Body to a Thousand Postures screws:
He blames he knows not what, with angry Blood,
He frets, he stamps, and damns th' erroneous Wood:
Th' erroneous Wood his fruitless Rage dis­dains,
And still its former, wayward Course main­tains.
But if a Bowl, dismiss'd with equal Strength,
Obtains exactly the intended Length,
And, nicely passing thro' the crouding Balls,
Prone on the passive Jack incumbent falls:
With loud Applause the splitting Heav'ns they rend,
And all the Caster and the Cast commend.
When now the adverse Foe projects around
His careful Eyes, and marks the ambient Ground:
And, studious the contiguous Globes to part,
He summons all his Strength and all his Art;
Th' exerted Vigour of his Nerves applies,
And rapid from his Arm the brandish'd Engine flies.
Scarce half so swiftly to th' Elëian Goal
With rival Speed the whirling Chariots roll;
While the fleet Axle mocks the lagging Wind,
And leaves the flying Village far behind.
When, if the Wooden Guards immure the Foe,
And break the Vengeance of the whirling Blow;
If the conflicting Orbs are driv'n around,
And, loosely scatter'd, strew th' Olympic Ground:
He chides his Fate, his fervid Spleen boils high,
Calls the Gods false, and Damns the guilty Sky.
But if his Bowl with easy Passage slide,
And with a Clash the wedded Orbs divide;
[Page 120] His Partners shout, the Croud espouse his Cause,
And the wide Plain re-murmurs with Applause.
Mean while the Dog-Star burns with sultry Heat,
And ev'ry Limb is drown'd in briny Sweat:
They court the shady Breeze, and cool of Day,
And from their Temples wipe the trickling Drops away.

PAX GULIELMI AUSPICIIS Europae reddita, 1697.

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HONORATISSIMO VIRO CAROLO MONTAGUE ARMIGERO, SCACCHARII CANCELLARIO, AERARII PRAEFECTO, REGI à SECRETIORIBUS CONSILIIS, &c.

CUM tanta auribus tuis obstrepat va­tum nequissimorum turba, nihil est cur queraris aliquid inusitatum tibi conti­gisse, ubi praeclarum hoc argumentum meis etiam numeris violatum conspexeris. Quan­tum virtute bellicâ praestent Britanni, recens ex rebus gestis testatur gloria; quàm verò in humanio­ribus Pacis studiis non emineamus, indicio sunt quos nuper in lucem emisimus versiculi. Quòd si CONGREVIUS ille tuus divino, quo solet, fu­rore correptus materiam hanc non exornâsset, vix [Page 124] tanti esset ipsa Pax, ut illâ laetaremur tot perditis­sunis Poëtis tam miserè decantatâ. At, dum alios insector, mei ipsius oblitus fuisse videor, qui haud minores forsan ex Latinis tibi molestias allaturus sum, quàm quas illi ex vernaculis suis carminibus at­tulerunt; nisi quòd inter ipsos cruciatus lenimentum aliquod dolori tribuat tormenti varietas. Nec qui­dem unquam adduci possem, ut poëma patrio ser­mone conscriptum oculis tuis subjicerem, qui ab istis conatibus caeteros omnes scribendo non minùs deterres, quàm favendo excitaveris.

HUMANITATIS TUAE CULTOR DEVOTISSIMUS, JOSEPHUS ADDISON.

PAX GULIELMI AUSPICIIS Europae reddita, 1697.

POstquam ingens clamórque virûm, strepitús (que) tubarum,
Atque omnis belli cecidit fragor; Aspice, Caesar,
Quae tibi solliciti, turba importuna, Poëtae
Munera deducunt: generosae à pectore flammae,
Diraeque armorum effigies, simulachráque belli
Tristia diffugiant: O tandem absiste triumphis
Expletus, penitúsque animo totum excute Martem.
Non ultràe ante oculos numeroso milite campi
Miscentur, solito nec fervent arva tumultu;
Stat circùm alta quies, curvóque innixus aratro
Desertas fossas, & castra minantia castris
Rusticus invertit, tacitâ formidine lustrans
Horrorémque loci, & funestos stragibus agros.
Jamque super vallum & munimina longa virescit
Expectata seges, jam propugnacula rident
Vere novo; insuetos mirabitur incola culmos,
Luxuriemque soli, & turgentem à sanguine messem.
Aspicis ut toto excitus venit Advena mundo
Bellorum invisens sedem, & confusa ruinis
Oppida, & eversos flammarum turbine muros!
Ut trepidos rerum Annales, tristemque laborum
Inquirit seriem, attonitis ut spectat ocellis
Semirutas turres, & adhuc polluta cruore
Flumina, famosósque ORMONDI vulnere campos!
Hîc, ubi saxa jacent disperso infecta cerebro,
Atque interruptis hiscunt divortia muris,
Vexillum intrepidus ( *) fixit, cui tempora dudum
Budenses palmae, Peregrináque laurus obumbrat.
Ille ruens aciem in mediam, quà ferrea grando
Sparsa furit circùm, & plumbi densissimus imber,
Sulphuream noctem, tetrásque bitumine nubes
Ingreditur, crebróque rubentem fulgure fumum.
Ut vario anfractu, & disjectis undique saxis
Moenia discedunt, scopulisque immane minantur
Desuper horrificis, & formidabile pendent!
Hîc pestem occultam, & foecundas sulphure moles
Cernere erat, magno quas inter mota tumultu
Praelia fervebant; subitò cùm claustra, fragore
Horrendùm disrupta tonant, semiustáque membra,
Fumantésque artus, laniatáque corpora lethum
Corripit informe, & rotat ater in aethere turbo.
Sic, postquam Enceladi dejecit fulmine fratres
Coelicolûm pater, & vetuit contemnere Divos:
Divulsam terrae faciem, ingentésque ruinas
Mortales stupuere; altum hinc mirantur abesse
Pelion, invertique imis radicibus Ossam;
Hîc fluvium moles inter confusáque saxa
Reptare, atque aliis discentem currere ripis.
Stant dubii, & notos montes umbrásque requirunt,
Errore ambiguo elusi, & novitate locorum.
Nempe hîc AURIACI nuper vexilla secutae
Confluxere acies, hîc, aspera corda, Britanni,
Germanúsque ferox, & juncto foedere Belga,
Quique truci Boreae, & coelo damnatus iniquo
Vitam agit in tenebris, & qui dudum ore perusto
Decolor admoti prodit vestigia Phoebi,
Undique conveniunt, totum conscripta per orbem
Agmina, N [...]ssovique latus socialibus armis
Circumfusa tegunt, fremitúsque & murmura miscent,
Tam vario disjuncta situ, tot dissona linguis.
Te tamen è mediis, ( *) Ductor Fortissime, turmis
Exere, Tu vitam (si quid mea carmina possunt)
Accipies, populique encomia sera futuri,
[Page 128] Quem varias edoctum artes, studiisque Minervae
Omnibus ornatum Marti Rhedycina furenti
Credidit invita, & tanto se jactat Alumno.
Hunc nempe ardorem, atque immensos pectoris aestus
Non jubar Arctoum, aut nostri penuria coeli,
Sed plaga torridior, quà sol intentiùs omnes
Effundit radios, totique obnoxia Phoebo
India progenuit, tenerisque incoxit ab annis
Virtutem immodicam, & generosae incendia mentis.
Jam quoque torpentem qui infelix suspicit Arcton,
Brumámque aeternam frigúsque perambulat, ursae
Horridus exuviis, GULIELMI ingentia facta
Describit sociis, pugnatáque in ordine bella
Attentus numerat, neque brumam aut frigora curat.
En! vastos nivium tractus & pallida regna
Deserit, imperio extremum ( †) Qui subjicit orbem,
Indigenásque hyemes, Britonúmque Heroa pererrat
Luminibus tacitis; subeunt nunc fusa Namurcae
Moenia, nunc tardo quae sanguine plurima fluxit
Boinia, nunc dubii palma indiscreta Seneffi.
Quae facies & quanta viri! Quo vertice in auras
Assurgit! Quali firmat vestigia gressu,
Majestate rudi, & torvo spectabilis ore!
Sic olim Alcides, immania membra Leonis
Instratus spoliis, vastâ se mole ferebat,
Evandri amplexus dextrámque adjungere dextrae
Cum peteret, tectisque ingens succederet hospes.
Dum pugnas, GULIELME, tuas, campósque cruentos
Accipit, in venis ebullit vividus humor,
Corda micant crebrò, & mentem ferit aemulus ardor.
Non jam Riphaeos hostis populabitur agros
Impunè, aut agitabit inultas Sarmata praedas.
Quis tamen ille procul fremitus, Quae murmura vulgi
NASSOVUM ingeminant? video cava littora circùm
Fervere remigibus, subitisque albescere velis.
Anglia solve metus, & inanes mitte querelas,
NASSOVI secura tui, desiste tumentes
Prospicere in fluctus animo suspensa, trucésque
Objurgare notos, tardamque requirere puppim:
Optatus tibi Caesar adest, nec ut ante videbis
Sollicitum belli studiis, fatalia Gallo
Consilia & tacitas versantem in pectore pugnas.
Olli grata Quies & Pax tranquilla verendum
Composuit vultum, lae [...]ósque afflavit honores.
Ut denso circùm se plurimus agmine miles
Agglomerat lateri, ut patriam veterésque penates
Respicit exultans! juvat ostentare recentes
Ore cicatrices, & vulnera cruda, notásque
Mucronum insignes, afflatáque sulphure membra.
Chara stupet conjux, reducisque incerta mariti
Vestigat faciem; trepidâ formidine proles
Stat procul, & patrios horrescit nescia vultus.
Ille graves casus, duri & discrimina belli
Enumerat, tumidisque instaurat praelia verbis.
Sic, postquam in patriam foecunda heroibus Argo
Phryxêam attulerat pellem, lanámque rigentem
Exposuit Graiis, & tortile velleris aurum,
[Page 130] Navita terrificis infamia littora monstris
Describit, mixto spirantem incendia fumo
Serpentem, vigilésque feras, plaustróque gementes
Insolito tauros, & anhelos igne juvencos.
Te tamen, O quantis GULIELME erepte periclis,
Accipimus reducem, tibi Diva Britannia fundit
Plebémque & Proceres, medias quacunque per urbes
Ingrederis, crebrae consurgunt undique pompae,
Gaudiáque & plausus; mixto ordine vulgus euntem
Circumstat fremitu denso: Tibi Jupiter annum
Seriùs invertit, luces mirata serenas
Rider Hyems, festóque vacat coelum omne triumpho.
Jamque ( *) Nepos tibi parvus adest, laetoque juventae
Incessu, & blando testatur gaudia risu.
Ut Patrius vigor atque elati gratia vultûs
Caesareum spirant, majestatémque verendam
Infundunt puero! ut Mater formosa serenat
Augustam frontem, & sublimia temperat ora!
Agnosco faciem ambiguam, mixtósque parentes.
Ille tuas, GULIELME, acies, & tristia bella,
Pugnásque innocua dudum sub imagine lusit.
Nunc indignanti similis fugitiva pusillae
Terga premit turmae, & falsis terroribus implet,
Sternitque exiguum ficto cognomine Gallum.
Nunc simulat turres, & propugnacula parva
Nominibus signat variis; subitóque tumultu
Sedulus infirmas arces, humilemque Namurcam
[Page 131] Diruit; interea generosae in pectore flammae
Assurgunt sensim juveni, notat ignis honestas
Purpureo fervore genas, & amabilis horror.
Quis tamen Augustae immensas in carmine pompas
Instruet, in luteos ubi vulgo effusa canales
Vina rubent, variátque infectas purpura sordes?
Quis lapsus referet stellarum, & fictile coelum,
Quà laceram ostendunt redolentia compita chartam,
Sulphuris exuvias, tubulosque bitumine cassos?
En procul attonitam video clarescere noctem
Fulgore insolito! ruit undique lucidus imber,
Flagrantèsque hyemes; crepitantia sidera passim
Scintillant, totóque pluunt incendia coelo.
Nec minùs in terris Vulcanus mille figuras
Induit, ignivomásque feras, & fulgida monstra,
Terribiles visu formas! hic membra Leonis
Hispida mentitur, tortisque comantia flammis
Colla quatit, rutilasque jubas; hic lubricus Anguem
Ludit, subsiliens, & multo sibilat igne.
Laetitiam ingentem atque effusa haec gaudia civis
Jam tandem securus agit, positóque timore
Exercet ventos, classémque per ultima mundi
Impunè educit, pelagóque licentiùs errat.
Seu constricta gelu, medrísque horrentia Cancri
Mensibus arva videt; seu turpida malit olenti
Tendere vela noto, quà thurea flamina miscet
Aeolus, & placidis perfundit odoribus auras.
Vos animae illustres heroum, umbraeque recentes,
Quarum trunca jacent & adhuc stillantia crudis
Corpora vulneribus, quibus haec optabilis orbi
[Page 132] Parta quies, nondum NASSOVO abducite vestro
Fida satellitia, at solitis stipate catervis
Ductorem, & tenues circùm diffundite turmas.
Túque MARIA, tuos non unquam oblita Britannos,
O Diva, O patiens magnum expectare maritum,
Ne terris Dominum invideas, quanquam ampliùs illum
Detineant, longámque agitent sub vindice pacem.
Jo. Addison, A.M.
è Coll. Magd. Oxon.

THE PEACE OF RESWICK.

To the Honourable Charles Montague, Esq Chancellor of the Exchequer, First Lord-Commissioner of the TREASURY, and Privy-Councellor to the KING.

SINCE your Ears are continually pester'd by a wretched Set of Poets, you have no Reason to complain of any new Misfor­tunes [Page 136] happening to you, when you shall find the following noble Subject debas'd by my Numbers. The Honour they have lately acquir'd by their Conquests, plainly shews how much the English excell all others in the Art of War; but how unequally low we are in the politer Studies of Peace, is evident from the Verses we have lately pub­lish'd. * If your Darling CONGREVE had not exert­ed his Divine Poetical Fury, with his usual Happiness, in the adorning of this Subject, [Page 137] the PEACE it self had been hardly worth our Joy, since it has been so miserably cele­brated by so many vile Poe­tasters. But while I am bla­ming others, I may seem for­getful of my self, who per­haps may give you as much trouble in my Latin Compo­sitions, as they have before done in their English, unless the Variety of the Torment may bring some Mitigation to the Pain you are to suffer. For my part, I never could prevail upon my self to offer you a POEM written in our Native Tongue, since you your self deter all others by [Page 138] your own Compositions from such an Attempt, as much as you excite them by your Favour and Humanity. I am,

SIR,
Your most devoted, humble Servant, Joseph Addison.

THE PEACE OF RESWICK.

WHEN now the Tumult of the Battel dies,
No Shouts the Earth, no Trumpets wake the Skies;
Accept, Great Leader, what the Pious Throng
(Less dreadful Musick, and a softer Song)
[Page 140] To sooth the Vengeance of thy Soul, inspire,
And ease thy Bosom of its restless Fire.
Let Wars no more, all Nature hush'd to rest,
Nor Scenes of Ruin roll within thy Breast;
No Schemes of Death, delightful to thy Eyes,
Swell in thy Thoughts, and charm Thee as they rise:
Already Fam'd, the Chase of Fame give o'er;
Nor, dark with Lawrels, shade thy Brows with more.
No more dire Camps a glitt'ring Horror yield,
Nor swarming Millions hide the crowded Field:
No Shouts or Tumults shake the sounding Plain,
But downy Peace, and solemn Silence reign.
[Page 141] With Furrows now the Peasant all around
Cuts the wide Camp, and turns the Warlike Mound.
Now Rampires dreadful to the Foe descries,
Rising aloft, and threat'ning as they rise.
O'er Fields of Death the Waste of War persues,
Sighs the sad Scene, and trembles as he views;
While richer Blades along the Bulwarks wave,
And Greens arise to strew the Warrior's Grave.
Luxuriant Ears the fertile Glebe supplies,
The Harvest bending, where the Hero dies.
See! distant Worlds invited from afar
To trace the Ruins of the finish'd War;
Wide gaping Walls, and shatter'd Towers admire,
O'erturn'd in Tempests of tumultuous Fire.
[Page 142] Long Tracks of Death astonish'd they explore,
Now view the Warriors Toil, and now deplore;
While Streams of Blood each Current still distain,
And ORMOND'S Wounds ennoble all the Plain.
Where you steep Rampires rise with Slaugh­ter Red,
Still moist with Gore, and crimson'd with the Dead,
The * Chief his Standard fix'd, whose Temples round
Defended Buda, with her Lawrels bound.
Thro' thickest Troops he breaks his glorious Way,
And Floods of Fire in vain command his Stay.
[Page 143] The bursting Shells aloft, and sweeping Ball,
Around the Hero unregarded fall;
While thro' dark Flames he rushes to the Fight,
And Vapours, streak'd with Lengths of ruddy Light.
See threat'ning once, and, dreadful, to behold
A ghastly Breach the yawning Tow'rs unfold;
Amazing still the broken Ruins show,
Enormous hang, and shade the Plain below.
Now treach'rous Caves beneath the Earth are found,
Where Beds of Sulphur swell the cavern'd Ground.
Here mingling Hosts in vain their Courage try,
Guiltless of Death, yet doom'd, alas! to Die.
[...] [...] [...] [...]
[Page 144] For lo! the opening Mound asunder flies,
And hurls at once whole Armies to the Skies;
While Limbs of mangled Heroes upward drove,
Shoot from the bursting Earth, and reek above.
The burning Troops abandon'd to Despair,
In Flames ascend, and smoak along the Air.
So when the lifted Arm of angry JOVE
Drives the red Bolt, all flaming from above,
Persues the Foe with Thunder down the Skies,
Nature's sad Ruins all her Sons surprize;
Amaz'd they view her rugged Form, and moan
Great Pelion lost, and Ossa's Height o'erthrown.
Here Streams o'er craggy Rocks mistake their way,
New Banks design, and thro' new Channels stray;
[Page 145] The wild Confusion all around admire,
Their former Hills, and vanish'd Shades require.
Here, led by WILLIAM'S Fortune and his Fame,
United Worlds to guard the Monarch came:
Fair Belgia's Sons the hardy Britons join,
And Nations nurst beyond the sounding Rhine;
While faithful Austria from her shining Tow'rs
Sends out by Millions her victorious Pow'rs:
With these, the eager Northern Bands conspire,
And wanting PHOEBUS' Light, yet boast his Fire.
While swarthy Troops to the great Cause inclin'd,
Forsake the Day, and leave their Sun behind.
[Page 146] From Climes remote, and distant Skies around,
Close gath'ring Bands the pious KING surround;
By Nature parted, Worlds together join,
Unite the Frozen Pole, and burning Line;
Their Language diff'rent, yet their Swords agree,
All drawn alike for Freedom, and for THEE.
And THOU, Great * Chief, in War a dreaded Name,
Foremost in Dangers, as the first in Fame;
If Isis to thy Worth a Life can give,
Thine shall elude the Grave, and ever live!
[Page 147] While Arts and Arms to form thy Youth combine,
And both MINERVA'S in each Action shine:
With fond Reluctance she resigns her Prize
And gives Thee up to Fame with weeping Eyes.
Our fainty Sun's too languid to inspire,
Thy Soul with Vengeance, and thy Breast with Fire.
Thy sultry India, where the God of Day
Shoots on the Earth, direct, his burning Ray,
Ripens thy Godlike Vigour, and bestows
A Heat intense, as that with which he glows.
From his kind Beams thy kindling Ardour came,
Who lent the Spark, then nurs'd it to a Flame.
Now Nations whom no Summer Suns beguile,
(Rough with the shaggy Bear's enormous Spoil)
Attentive hear the Story of thy Fame,
Forget their Clime, and glow at WILLIAM'S Name.
Beneath their Breast, as thy great Battels roul,
Each feels new Heat, and burns beneath his Pole;
Thy Godlike Deeds each freezing Arm inspire,
And warm'd by Thee, they ask no other Fire.
See the Great Chief, * whose Empires stretch'd around,
Nature alone can shut, and Oceans bound;
[Page 149] Forsake his snowy Realms, his chilling Skies,
And marks the Hero with astonish'd Eyes:
His Eyes the awful Warrior round explore,
And in his Looks he reads his Battels o'er:
The vast Idea carrying to his view
The Forts He storm'd, and Millions that He slew.
Here great Namur, and there the bleeding Boyne,
With Slaughter swell'd, present their numerous slain.
While to Seneff, his Thoughts in Raptures run,
Where both deserv'd the Palm, which neither won.
How great his Mien! what Port his Steps main­tain!
Rising he moves, and Awful heads the Plain:
Stern Majesty sits low'ring on his Face,
With comely Terror mix'd, and frowning Grace.
So with Evander, when His Royal Guest,
(A Lion's curling Mane his Shoulders dress'd)
His Hand in Leagues of holy Friendship joins;
Thus fierce he looks, and thus Majestick shines.
As WILLIAM'S Deeds the Hero entertain,
Quick beats his Heart, and swells each bursting Vein:
The Blood more sprightly runs its circling Rounds,
And flaming thro' the Purple Channels Bounds;
The Britons Triumphs rising to his view,
He glows, He fights, and seems to Triumph too:
In Thought elate, He now the Foe distains,
And drives the Tartar o'er the Russian Plains.
[Page 151] But hear! what joyful Shouts at Distance rise,
Break thro' the Air, and doubling fill the Skies;
With WILLIAM'S Name the hollow Shores rebound,
And echoing Vales repeat the Darling Sound:
No more Fair Albion on the Beach reclin'd,
With Tears augments the Seas, with Sighs the Wind:
Nor chides the envious Gale, and angry Main,
That from her Eyes so long their Bliss detain.
The ling'ring Bark no more creates her Woe,
Which flying o'er the Waves—yet still is slow.
See the vast Fleet the parting Seas divide,
Whitening the Surge, and cuts the foamy Tide;
Arriv'd at last she drops the dashing Oar,
While PEACE, and WILLIAM, land on Albion's Shore.
[Page 152] No Battels now within his Bosom roul,
Awake his Rage, and fire the Warrior's Soul:
His Thoughts no longer painting to his Eye
What Foe shall Bleed the next, what Rival Die.
Soft Passions now, and every milder Grace
Smile in his Looks, and smooth the Hero's Face:
No more dread Vengeance reddens at his Eyes,
While in the melting KING the Warrior Dies.
See! how their LORD the British Youth surrounds,
And prize their Safety scarce above their Wounds.
With comely Scars each Warrior's Bosom red,
Asserts how well he fought, how oft he bled.
To his lov'd Home, as now the Soldier flies,
Joy swells his Heart, and wets his bubling Eyes.
[Page 153] The trembling Wife explores her Lover's Face,
Still coy, and doubtful of her Lord's Embrace;
Hangs on his Neck, confus'd with mix'd Surprize;
And satisfies her Love, before her Eyes.
The Infant starting, as the Sire draws near,
Deep in the Mother's Bosom hides his Fear.
He to th' astonish'd Crowd recounting o'er
The Deaths he gave, and hardy Toils he bore:
His own Exploits, his own full Praises crown,
And pompous Words set off his past Renown.
So when the Ship, with Argive Heroes fraught,
Back to her Greece the shining Treasure brought;
With wonder All, the burnish'd Prize behold,
Rigid and stiff with Curls of flaming Gold.
[Page 154] Still pale with Fear the Soldier numbers o'er
Dire dreadful Forms that guard the wakeful Shore.
Here Streams of Fire from hissing Serpents rise,
Light the dusk Air, and flash along the Skies.
There glowing Bulls no Labours e'er could tame,
Groan at the Wain, and snort a living Flame.
For thy Return what grateful Trophies rise,
What honest Joy o'erflows each Briton's Eyes!
To meet thy Fame, from all her joyful Tow'rs,
Thy Isle her Populace, and Nobles pours;
All to their great Returning MONARCH kind,
Joy smiles before, and Transport shouts behind.
[Page 155] While mingling Murmurs, and Applauses round,
Delight thy Ear, and please while they con­found.
To aid the spreading Pomp thy Heav'ns supply
Uncommon Lustre, and a fairer Sky,
Keep back the Progress of the rolling Year,
While Summer Suns the flow'ry Winter cheer.
Now the lov'd * YOUTH in all his Beauty's Pride,
And smiling Bloom adorns the Hero's side.
[Page 156] Each Parent striving with alternate Care,
Divide their Love, to form him Great and Fair;
While in his Looks the Sire commanding lives,
The Goddess smooths the Charms, the Hero gives:
Each manly Feature, and severer Grace,
By Beauty soften'd dies upon his Face:
With diff'rent Glories each the BOY inspire,
One gives the Sweetness, and one lends the Fire.
In Wars already thoughtful to engage,
He acts thy Battels o'er with Mimic Rage;
Here pressing eager on the flying Foe,
His boiling Veins with artful Vengeance glow,
[Page 157] Till from his Arm as swiftly he retires,
Stop'd by his Sword, a fancy'd Gaul expires.
There his young Breast, and Courage to inflame,
He builds low Towers, and gives to each their Name.
Namure's feign'd Walls awhile his Force disdain,
Which falls at last, and, smoaking, hides the Plain:
In Sieges thus his Arm the Youth employs,
Till what his Hand erects, his Sword destroys.
While eager now to reach thy virtuous Fame,
His Bosom hardly bounds the restless Flame:
A rising Red his youthful Cheeks inspires,
And stains his Lillies o'er with purple Fires.
But oh! what Muse an equal Strength supplies
To paint Augusta's Triumphs as they rise?
Thro' whose glad Streets the Grape her Juice bestows,
Each sordid Channel purpling where it flows.
What Verse can reach the lighted Orbs on high,
And falling Lustre of the artful Sky?
While Stars of Sulphur thro' Heav'ns-Azure glow,
And fall and smoak from bursting Shells below.
See the fair Night her Rival Beams display,
Forget her Shades, and emulate the Day.
[Page 159] Forth from the Clouds the Heaven a Torrent pours
Of falling Light, and rains in burning Showers.
While Meteors blazing thro' the Winter Sky,
Trail a long Length of Fire, and crackling Die.
As thus the Spheres with shining Wonders glow,
A Thousand hideous Forms surprize below:
Bright, horrid Monsters, ghastly to the Eye,
In various Shapes the artful Flames bely.
Here a fierce Lion we with Dread admire,
Shake his red Mane, and rough with Curls of Fire:
[Page 160] There dress'd in Flames a slipp'ry Serpent slides,
Burns with feign'd Life, and hisses as he glides.
Each Subject now while WILLIAM fills the Throne,
Springs with new Life, and calls that Life his own:
To Nature's Bounds their Fleets controul the Main,
No Dangers dread, and every Foe disdain.
Secure They wander; and while He is kind,
The Sea no Terrors has, no Rage the Wind.
Whether to freezing Climes their Course they hold
O'er Icy Waves, and bound with Summers cold;
[Page 161] Or cross those Oceans, where perfuming Gales,
And Blasts of Incense swell the driving Sails.
Ye Sacred SHADES, who from above com­plain,
Your reeking Wounds the Fields of Death distain;
Still to your Isle your great Assistance lend,
And whom the Warriors sav'd their Ghosts defend.
Let WILLIAM still your kind Protection prove,
His Pride on Earth, and Guardians when above.
And while your Friendship thus survives the Grave,
Your Love secures that Bliss your Courage gave.
[Page 162] And thou, MARIA, whose indulgent Breast
Labours with Wishes for Britannia's Rest;
If Europe's dawning PEACE a while delay
Thy Lord's Embrace, forgive the Hero's stay;
Till jarring Worlds by HIS Command agree,
In vain recall'd by Empire, and by THEE.

THE TABLE.

    • AD Insignissimum Virum D. THO. BUR­NETTUM, Sacrae Theoriae Telluris Autorem. Page 7
    • To the Learned Doctor Thomas Burnett, Author of The Theory of the Earth. Page 9
    • Ad D.D. HANNES, Insignissimum Medicum & Poetam. Page 17
    • To Dr. Hannes, an eminent Physician and Poet. Page 19
    • ΠΥΓΜΑΙΟ-ΓΕΡΑΝΟ-ΜΑΧΙΑ, sive Prae­lium inter Pygmaeos & Grues commissum. Page 25
    • The Battel of the Pygmies and Cranes. Page 31
    • BAROMETRI Descriptio. Page 51
    • The Barometer: Or, Weather-Glass. Page 55
  • [Page]
    • Machinae Gesticulantes. Page 63
    • The Puppet-Show. Page 67
    • RESURRECTIO delineata ad Altare Coll. Magd. Oxon. Page 87
    • The Resurrection. Page 95
    • SPHAERISTERIUM. Page 109
    • The Bowling-Green. Page 113
    • Pax GULIELMI Auspiciis Europae reddita, 1697. Page 125
    • The Peace of Reswick. Page 139
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AUTHORS Names.

  • I. Virgil.
  • II. Lucretius.
  • III. Ovid.
  • IV. Statius.
  • V. Lucan.
  • VI. Claudian.
  • VII. Horace.
  • VIII. Juvenal.
  • IX. Plautus.
  • X. Terence.
  • XI. Seneca.
  • XII. Martial.
  • XIII. Catullus.
  • XIV. Tibullus.
  • XV. Propertius.
A DISSERTATION Upon …

A DISSERTATION Upon the most celebrated Roman POETS.

Written originally in LATIN BY Joseph Addison, Esq

Made ENGLISH by CHRISTOPHER HAYES, Esq

LONDON, Printed for E. CURLL in Fleet-street. MDCCXVIII.

DISSERTATIO DE INSIGNIORIBUS ROMANORUM POETIS.

OMNIUM in re Poeti­ca maxime inclaruerunt Romani, & Romano­rum VIRGILIUS: Optimae quaeque Regulae huic Arti [Page 2] inservientes non tam Criticorum Praeceptis quam MARONIS exem­plo sunt depromendae: Ut ideo de reliquis Heroici Carminis Scripto­ribus, recte statuamus Virtutes & Vitia quae apud singulos occurrunt, lectioni conferamus Virgilianae; qui, si ullibi defecerit Bucolicis, nonnun­quam puriorem immiscuit Styli ele­gantiam quam quae Pastoribus con­veniat, & saepe grandior sonat Car­minum Majestas quam quae tenui avenae consona videatur: Apud quemlibet Georgicorum librum ini­mitabili quadam Sermonis Elegan­tia Res rusticae explicantur, sed ul­timus de Apum Natura valde praeter caeteros animum delectat; ubi dum [Page 3] in tenui Argumento procedit Poe­ma, solennem quandam Sententia­rum & Verborum Pompam studi­ose affectet Poeta; Apum ideo O­pera Cyclopum assimulat Laboribus, nec majori Carminum tumultu AENEAE & TURNI recitat Cer­tamina, quam hasce Insectorum Turmas inter sese depraeliantes. U­bique exiguàe Reipublicae Duces, Populi, Studia, Mores, & tenue illud Imperium quod intra Alvea­rii Angustias exercetur, venusta nescio qua Carminis Magnificentia exprimuntur: Quin hoc certe in toto Opere praecipue occurrit admi­randum, quomodo dum Plantatio­nis, Pastionis, & Agriculturae curas [Page 4] exequitur Poeta, omissis usitatioribus loquendi formulis, materiae tam in­cultae locutionem Poeticam accom­modaret, quomodo ignobiliori de­pressus Argumento nunquam ad Stylum Plebeium Orationem demi­serat; sed tanta undique apparet Locutionum vis, ut multi (quamvis temere) Georgicos etiam Aeneidi praetulisse non dubitarint; sed in hoc Opere, per Argumentum, non licuit alias Poeseωs Partes praestitis­se quam Styli & Descriptionum E­legantiam. Quod ad utrumque attinet, illud sibi proprium semper vendicat MARONIS Pagina, ut quicquid exprimat mira quadam Dulcedine animum ingrediatur, & [Page 5] quod describat melius quam si O­culis subjiciatur, tanquam praesens intueamur.

In Styli puritate proxime acce­dit LUCRETIUS, cujus Dictio, si obsoletae aliquando Verborum An­tiquitati, & Numeris pene solutis agnoscas, illorum Palato qui Romane sapiunt, persuavis videatur. In De­scriptionibus tamen CLAUDIANO se­cundus debetur Honos, qui amoe­nas Rerum Imagines ubique venus­tissima contexuit Oratione, in hoc solummodo vitiosus, quod fusius quam par est semper expatietur, eosdem Versus diversis exponat Lo­quendi Modis; in hac Arte sese [Page 6] maxime profecisse satis noverat CLAUDIANUS, de quacunque enim re satagit, assidue semper quaerit quae describenda sunt, imo plurima sumpsit Argumenta quae tota in Descriptionibus occupantur, ut videre est in Praefationibus, in Idylliis, in Libris de Raptu PRO­SERPINAE, de PHAENICE, HIS­TRICE, TORPEDINE, & ple­risque Epigrammatum.

OVIDIUS (ut erat Aulici In­genii Homo) terso quidem & polito Carmine res exhibuit amatorias, in caeteris tamen Operibus istiusmodi occurrit Sermo quali in Triviis uti solent: Ille enim Ingenio suo con­fisus [Page 7] de operosiori Dictione elabo­randa parum erat satis solicitus: In Libro tamen Metamorphoseωs va­rias optime depinxit Animalium Mutationes, dum prior paulatim exuitur Forma & nova superindu­citur.

Utrumque hoc quod jam tracta­mus Poetis Officium non raro op­time praestitit PAPINIUS, LU­CANUS neutrum, cujus Dictio quanquam multum sonat inflata, nulla tamen Phraseorum aut Epi­thetorum Venustate animatur, sed Orationi magis solutae convenit quam Poeticae, imo certe tali ple­runque utitur Verborum delectu, [Page 8] qualem vel Liber dedignetur Ser­mo. Et quanquam in Descriptio­nibus saepissime versatur, & in hu­jusmodi diverticula nunquam non excurrit, raro tamen, ut debet, Opus absolvit: Jam vero quod ad STA­TIUM attinet; plurima certe com­posuit summis Poetarum invidenda, sed inter magnas Virtutes maxima occurrunt Vitia; in Dictione enim Verba nimis admittit sesquipedalia, nullaque de Argumento habita ra­tione vana numeris miscet Toni­trua: Nec minus in Descriptioni­bus peccat; nimio enim calori in­dulgens, dum totis viribus excellere conatur, ultra Finem tendit opus, et in tumorem excrescit; in utrum­que [Page 9] hujusmodi vitium aliquando incidit CLAUDIANUS. Jam ve­ro quoniam de VIRGILII Aeneidis Argumento varii multa scripserunt & praeclara, pauca solummodo de STATII & LUCANI Carmini­bus sunt advertenda; utpote quae Latinorum omnium sola Epica haberi debent. De LUCANO id saepe in Disputationem venit, an Historia qua constat Pharsalicum Poema, ido­neum sit Heroici Carminis Argu­mentum. Vera ideo Heroicae Poe­seωs Natura inquirenda est, quam apud Librum de Dignitate & Aug­mentis Scientiarum his Verbis op­time exhibuit VERULAMIUS nostras. Ex quo satis patet veram [Page 10] Historiam cum Epico Poemate male convenire; & proinde LUCANUM quoad Argumentum maxime defe­cisse. Quinque in illius Poemate maxime emicant Heroes, CAESAR, POMPEIUS, BRUTUS, CATO, & CICERO: Omnes sane tam Vita insignes quam Morte luctuosi; quorum Virtutes (quantum licuit per humanam Naturam) Perfectio­ni istae Heroicae, quam reliqui Poe­tae Ducibus suis falso tribuerunt, proxime accesserant. LUCANUS CAESARI undique oblatrat, POM­PEII Partes ambitiose fovet, sed BRUTI & CATONIS Encomia, ob Stoicum (credo) illud Ingenium, quod cum his habuit commune, [Page 11] maxime celebrat: Et plurima certe quae LUCANO objicias Philoso­phiae hujuscemodi sunt referenda: Inde immodicus iste Ingenii tumor, & ambitiosa Sententiarum ostenta­tio, quam cum illa Hominum tur­ba semper habet in Deliciis; inde quae magna sunt, quam quae bona sunt, maluit praeferre. Hinc etiam in eximia illa Poeseωs Virtute Passi­onibus excitandis ipse (qui omnes Philosophiae Affectus tanquam illi­citos existimavit) male successerat, cujus Vitii unicum tantum (ut ta­ceam caetera) Argumentum profe­ram: Postquam in Pugna Pharsa­lica CAESAR de Pompeio Victoriam reportaverit, LUCANUS maxime [Page 12] debuit, si aliquid ab ipsa Historia alienum protulisset, lugubri quo­dam Carmine immeritam doluisse POMPEII sortem; quippe in toto Opere summo habuit honore; vel saltem ipsum POMPEIUM (ut ingens patuit Doloris Argumentum) aut de amissa Romae Libertate, aut de Amicorum Mortibus, aut de propriis querentem Infortuniis, in­troduxisse oportuit. Poeta tamen ab omni hujusmodi Dolore tam longe abest, ut POMPEIUM, ob­nixe hortaretur, postquam victus a Bello decesserat, ut CAESARIS Victoris sui commiserescat, quia nempe CAESAR non sine Scelere Victoria potitus est;

[Page 13]
Nonne juvat pulsum bellis cessisse, nec istud
Prospexisse (nefas!) spumantes coede catervas?
Respice turbatos in cursu sanguinis amnes,
Et soceri miserere tui; Quo pectore Romam
Intrabit factus compis felicior istis?

Quis tulerit Poetam tam ridicule philosophantem? quasi vero POM­PEIUS Senex, Exul, Miser, Trium­umphatus, ob Victorem suum quamvis scelestum Commiseratio­nem quandam conciperet: Illum quidem maxime Stoice sapuisse o­porterat, [Page 14] qui omnibus hisce Fortu­nae Donis spoliatus, tantam in nuda Virtute poneret Felicitatem. Sed nullus Poetarum nisi VIRGILIUS hujusmodi afficiat Dolore: Alii plerunque dum moerorem aliquem Lectoribus inducerent, in illo pec­cant, quod nimia Prolixitate sese in questus effundant, nec unquam satis Lachrymarum exhaustum esse sentiant, vel Ingenium, quod maxi­me possint, Versibus infundendo, fa­ciunt ut magis Carmina miremur, quam materiam lugeamus. De u­troque cavit VIRGILIUS, qui mera semper Simplicitate luctuosa ut in se sunt exhibuit; & leviter quicquid dolet perstrinxerat: ‘"Lamentati­ones [Page 15] enim, inquit CICERO, de­bent esse breves & concisae, quia Lachryma subito exarescit, & difficile est Auditorem aut Le­ctorem in summo illo animi af­fectu tenere."’ Ut vero ad STA­TIUM redeamus, illi quidem Spi­ritus non raro feliciter assurgit, cui dum temperare nequit, nescio quas projicit Ampullas, & vana Carmi­nibus addit Numerorum Terricula­menta. THEBAIDIS quidem Argumentum Ingenii sui Truculen­tiae, sed non Heroico Poemati sa­tis aptum videatur: ETEOCLES enim, POLYNICES, & TYDE­US, quorum gesta hoc Carmine celebrantur, nihil habent eorum, si [Page 16] unicam Fortitudinem demas, quae conveniunt Heroibus: Imo in toto Poemate nulla nisi Scelerum, qualia sunt Parricidii, Perfidiae, Immani­tatis, Odiorum proferuntur Exem­plaria; dum in omnibus fere quos suo Carmine induxit VIRGILIUS praeclara quaedam illucescunt, & in ipso AENEA summam Pietatem er­ga Does, Natum, Conjugem, A­micos, & Parentem, Oculis sem­per habemus subjectam. Epitheta ple­runque STATIANA multum sonant metaphorice, dum inanimatis illa tribuuntur quae Animalibus conve­niunt. In Verbis tamen nec raro sine maxima Elegantia Metaphoras consectatur CLAUDIANUS; VIR­GILIUS [Page 17] in utrisque parcissimus; STA­TIUS plurimas rerum similitudines composuit, multum saepe de VIR­GILII Ingenio referentes, in qua arte melius successerat LUCANUS, si aliquid unquam mediocre admi­serat; sed dum VIRGILIUS ad A­pes, ad Formicas, & istiusmodi Natura ludicra descendit, nihil un­quam nisi Quercum fulminatam, Terrae Exitium, aut Mundi Confla­grationem ebuccinat LUCANUS. Et hisce tandem, quorum alii non operae Pretium duxerunt meminisse, de Heroicis Scriptoribus breviter perstrictis; de Satyricis restat di­cendum; quorum omnium JUVE­NALIS & HORATIUS Pal­mam [Page 18] dubiam quidem fecerunt: In­ter Literatos enim multum discre­pat, utrum mordax illa Ingenii acer­bitas, qua suam armavit paginam JUVENALIS, an potius HO­RATII festivae Irrisiones, magis Satyrae conveniant: Ut vero de utroque rectius statuatur, pauca prius sunt advertenda. Ob infamem vitae suae lasciviam, etiam nunc temporis, ma­le audit HORATIUS; Virtutem tamen semper rigide coluit JUVE­NALIS: Ille in absolutissima AUGUSTI Aula versatus est, hic in pessima DOMITIANI Tem­pora incidisset: Proinde ut ad sua & Saeculi utriusque Ingenia Opera [Page 19] accommodarent Poetae, HORA­TIUS totus in ludicro exercetur Argumento, nec Morum Licenti­am, sed indecoras quasdam Auli­corum Ineptias plerunque insecta­tur; non ideo abfuisset quin irride­tur, si aliqua Styli severitate ad le­viuscula hujusmodi castiganda se accinxisset: Gravissima tamen in Temporibus suis reprehendit JUVE­NALIS, & de Vitiis ubique queri­tur quae vel pudeat recitare, & isti sane Materiae, summa Mentis Indig­natio, Orationis Ardor, & Ingenii Acrimonia, rectissime aptari videan­tur. Quamvis ubi ad Jocularia A­nimum demittit, non raro Satyris [Page 20] Festivitatem fundit HORATIANAM. Uterque ideo (modo diversum con­sulas Argumentum) suo quidem Genere perfectissimus emicuit; in quo Ridiculum Acri melius, in hoc Acre Ridiculo. Reliqua certe HO­RATII Opera, Admiratione potius sunt digna quam Encomiis, nec ma­jora solum Vituperatione, sed etiam Laude. Jam vero quod ad Drama­ticos attinet, PLAUTI & TE­RENTII Argumenta, Sales, Elegan­tiae ubique adeo vulgantur, ut ni­hil de novo possit adjici: De SE­NECA vero tam diverse sentiunt, ut alii inter summos Tragicorum, alii infra Infimum annumerent: [Page 21] Illi quidem Ingenium valde mag­num, Oratio elegans & concisa, a­bundat Sententiis plerunque acutis, Stoicam semper Philosophiam, quam amplexus est, redolentibus. Unde omnibus fere, qui Artem Dramati­cam parum sapiunt, semper est in Deliciis; si tamen ad hanc respicias, Tragoediae ubique plurimum labo­rant, & istud vitii (ut reliqua prae­termittam) SENECAE peculiare vi­deatur, ut quoscunque inducat In­terlocutores, nulla, ad Personas quas sustinet, habita ratione, eundem semper unicuique tribuat loquendi modum: Omnes severiora spirant Philosophiae Dogmata, & quae Stoae [Page 22] magis conveniant quam Theatro. E­adem semper Styli Magnificentia su­perbiunt Rex, & Nuncius: Imo ipsam Nutricem (plurima enim tam acute profert) Stoicorum Praeceptis non mediocriter imbutam sentias. Inter Epigrammatistas potissimum emicu­erunt MARTIALIS & CLAU­DIANUS; Ille semper in extremo Poemate Ingenii subjecit acumen, & saepe similia insequitur Verbo­rum Tintinnabula; Hic per totum Epigramma suum dispergit Salem, & venustissima ubique utitur Lati­nitatis Elegantia. Caeterum tamen Poetarum Vulgus, de istiusmodi me­diocribus sunt, quos nec Dii nec [Page 23] Homines concesserunt; & quam­vis una aut altera apud affectatas CATULLI Oratiunculas, TIBULLI aut PROPERTII inhonestam pa­ginam, & Carmina incuriosa, illu­cescat Virtus, non tamen est Operae Pretium Gemmas inter Stercora eruere.

Jo. Addison,
è Coll. Magd. Oxon.
A DISSERTATION Upon …

A DISSERTATION Upon the most celebrated Roman POETS.

Made English from the Latin Original BY CHRISTOPHER HAYES, Esq

LONDON, Printed in the Year 1718.

A DISSERTATION Upon the most celebrated Roman POETS.

OF all the Nations in the World, the Romans have most excell'd in the Art of Poetry, and even among the Romans VIRGIL has been the most deservedly celebra­ted; [Page 28] from whom the justest Rules of this Art are rather to be taken, than from the dry Precepts of the Criticks. To the End there­fore that we may the more truly ascertain the Beauties and Faults which occur among the rest of the Writers of Heroic Poetry, let us compare them with the Style of VIRGIL; who, if he be in any Thing deficient, it is when he has sometimes in his Eclogues mingled such a Purity of Style, as is not en­tirely agreeable with the Dialect of Shepherds; and frequently the Dig­nity of his Verse seems no Way consonant to the Rural Pipe. In every Book of his Georgicks, he [Page 29] treats of Country Affairs with an in­imitable Elegancy of Style; but, above all, we are most delighted with his last Book, Of the Nature of BEES; where, in a Poem on so inconsiderable a Subject, our Au­thor purposely affects a peculiarly solemn and pompous Style. In this Piece he compares the Labours of the BEES to those of the Cy­clops; and in the same lofty Num­bers recounts the Skirmishes of these little Insects among themselves, as he does the Rencounters of AENEAS and TURNUS. All along, the Generals of this small Republick, the Populace, the Factions, the Customs and Forms of Govern­ment [Page 30] exercis'd within the narrow Limits of the Bee-hive, are describ'd with an inexpressible Beauty and Magnificence. Throughout the whole Work, what mostly raises our Admiration, is, that in the Persuit of his Discourse on Plant­ing, Grazing, and Agriculture, (waving the common Forms of Speech) he suits his Poetick Diction to so unpolite a Theme; how, seemingly depress'd with the Mean­ness of his Subject, he never sinks into a Plebeian Style; but the Force and Energy of his Expression are so conspicuous, that many, too rashly indeed, have not scrupled to prefer the Georgicks to the Aeneid: [Page 31] But in a Work of this Nature, no other Parts of Poetry could be dis­play'd, except an Elegance of Style and Description: In both these Ways VIRGIL has this peculiar to himself, that he captivates the Soul with his wonderful Sweetness, and his Descriptions are as lively, as if we had the Object plac'd be­fore our Eyes.

In the Purity of his Style next follows LUCRETIUS, whose Diction, allowing for his Obsolete­ness, and Numbers almost Prosa­ick, may challenge a Share of Praise in those who have any Taste of the Roman Eloquence: For De­scriptions [Page 32] however, the second Post of Honour is due to CLAUDIAN, who has throughout, in a most beautiful Style, interwoven his agreeable Images; faulty in this alone, that he expatiates upon his Subjects beyond all Decency, and frequently gives us the same Thoughts, diversify'd only in Ex­pression. In this Art CLAUDIAN well knew the Progress he had made, for on whatsoever Topick he is engag'd, he diligently searches out Matter for Description, nay most of the Subjects he has wrote upon are wholly such, as may be seen in his Prefaces, his Eclogues, his Books of the Rape of PROSER­PINE, [Page 33] his Phoenix, his Porcupine, his Cramp-Fish, and most of his EPIGRAMS.

OVID (like a true Courtier as he was) describes the Affairs of Love in neat and polite Verse. In the rest of his Works we meet with the more vulgar Way of Expressi­on; for trusting to a good Genius, he was little solicitous about form­ing a more elaborate Style; but yet in his Metamorphoses, he has painted in the greatest Perfection the various Changes of all Creatures, and his Transformations succeed one another with a most surprizing Ce­lerity.

[Page 34] STATIUS has frequently dis­charg'd both these Requisites of a Poet we just now observ'd; LU­CAN neither, whose Diction, al­tho' very bombast, is not enliven'd either by beautiful Phrases or Epi­thets, but comes nearer Prose than Poetry; nay, there is in him com­monly such a mean Choice of Words, as is sometimes even beneath Prose it self: And altho' he abounds in Descriptions, and is always making Excursions of that Kind, yet he seldom finishes his Work as he ought, or brings his Thoughts to any Justness of Conclusion.

[Page 35] But now as to STATIUS, he has given us Compositions worthy of the Envy of the best Poets: But with all his Beauties he has greater Faults; for in his Expression he makes too much Use of Gigantick Words, and, not considering his Subject, mingles useless Thunder in his Numbers: Nor is he less faulty in his Descriptions, for, en­couraging too great a Heat, while he attempts to excel, he shoots be­yond his Mark, and swells unnatu­rally. Of both which Extreams CLAUDIAN is too often guilty.

[Page 36] And now, since there have been many Pieces written, and those of Note, on the Subject of VIRGIL'S Aeneis, (and less Notice is taken of the Poetry of STATIUS and LUCAN) to whose Productions only the Latines allow the Title of Epick Poetry. As to LUCAN, it has been often disputed whether his Pharsalia be a proper Subject for an Heroick Poem. For the Decision of this Point, we must enquire in­to the true Nature of Heroick Poetry, which our Countryman the Lord BACON has admirably describ'd in his Treatise of The Advancement of Learning. From [Page 37] whence it is sufficiently manifest, that History and Epic Poetry are by no means proper Companions; and therefore that LUCAN has very much fail'd in his principal Subject: The five Heroes who make the greatest Figure in his Poem, are CAESAR, POMPEY, BRUTUS, CATO, and CICERO; each of them indeed as distinguishable in their Lives, as they were lamented at their Deaths; Men whose Vir­tues, allowing for the Frailties of human Nature, came nearest to that Pitch of Heroick Perfection which other Poets have falsely at­tributed to their Heroes. LUCAN every where rails at CAESAR, and [Page 38] passionately espouses POMPEY'S Interest, but most of all celebrates the Characters of BRUTUS and CATO for that Spirit of Stoicism, which he had equally imbib'd with them: And indeed most of the Faults objected to LUCAN, are rather to be imputed to this Kind of Philosophy. From whence sprung that boundless Vein of Wit, and that peculiar Affectation of a lofty Style, which, like that Sect of Men, he always delighted in, and therefore gives the Preference ra­ther to great, than good Actions: And upon this Account, in raising the Passions, (that most excellent Part of Poetry) he succeeded but [Page 39] ill, because upon the Principles of his Philosophy, the Passions them­selves were accounted as absolutely unlawful. To confirm this, (pas­sing by many others) I will produce but one Instance: After CAESAR had obtain'd the Victory over POM­PEY in the Battle of Pharsalia, LU­CAN certainly (if he had enlarg'd on any Circumstance foreign to his Story) should, upon so remarkable an Occasion, have brought in POM­PEY lamenting his unhappy Fate in the most mournful Strain; es­pecially since he pays so high a De­ference to him throughout his whole Work; or at least (as there was an open Field for Grief) he [Page 40] should have introduc'd POMPEY, either complaining of Rome's lost Liberty, the Death of his Friends, or his own Misfortunes. But LU­CAN is so far from raising the Passions to this just Heighth, that he warmly advises POMPEY (when vanquish'd he retires from the Field of Action) to commiserate the Con­dition of his Conqueror CAESAR, because he had not won the Day but by unjustifiable Methods.

Don't you rejoyce that your superiour Foes
Have snatch'd you from a Scene of future Woes?
[Page 41] That blest in Exile you escape the Sight
Of bleeding Armies in domestic Fight?
Behold each River drags her tardy Flood,
Choak'd up with Carnage and distain'd with Blood;
Your Victor-Sire with pitying Eyes survey,
Nor envy him the Fortune of the Day:
How shall he enter Rome devoid of Shame,
Who on the publick Ruins builds his Name?

Who can bear to hear the Poet philosophizing in this ridiculous [Page 42] Manner? As if POMPEY, a Man in Years, an Exile, Miserable, and Vanquish'd, should have any Con­cern upon him for the Crimes of his Conqueror: He ought to have been very much stoiciz'd indeed, who, despoil'd of all the Goods of Fortune, could place the Sum of his Felicity in meer naked Virtue. But none of the Poets have touch'd this Passion of Grief like VIRGIL. The Generality of other Writers, when they attempt to move their Readers, offend in this Point, that they are too prolix in spinning out their Complaints, and think their Flood of Tears inexhaustible; or else, while they labour to express [Page 43] the Greatness of their Genius, in the Profuseness of their Verse, ra­ther raise our Admiration at the Flowing of their Numbers, than excite our Pity in the Catastrophe of their Story. VIRGIL has care­fully avoided both these Extreams, and dresses his Images of Sorrow in their native Simplicity; and who­ever he makes to grieve, he always does it with a quick and tender Compassion: For according to CI­CERO, our Expressions of Grief ought to be short and concise, because our Tears quickly dry up, and it is unnatural to detain either an Auditor or a Reader in too long a Suspension of Grief.

[Page 44] But to return to STATIUS, his Spirit is indeed lofty and aspiring, to which while he gives too great a Loose, he runs into Bombast, and to his Poetry often adds useless sounding Words. The Subject of his Thebais seems indeed suited to the Barbarity of his Genius, but is beneath the Dignity of an Heroic Poem. For neither ETEOCLES, POLYNICES, nor TYDEUS, whose Actions are recorded in this Poem, have any Thing in them, except their Valour, agreeable to Heroes: Nay, throughout the whole Piece there are no Examples produc'd, unless of Persons infamous for the [Page 45] most flagitious Enormities, such as Parricide, Treachery, Cruelty, and Revenge; while, on the contrary, every Thing Praise-worthy shines bright in VIRGIL'S Heroes, and in the Person of AENEAS we have plac'd before our Eyes an Instance of consummate Piety towards the GODS, his Son, his Wife, his Friends, and his Father. The E­pithets of STATIUS are generally forc'd and very metaphorical, while such Properties are ascrib'd to In­animates, as really only belong to Animals. In the Choice of his Words, and frequently in his Me­taphors, he is follow'd by CLAU­DIAN with the utmost Elegance; [Page 46] VIRGIL is sparing in both these Particulars; STATIUS abounds much with Similitudes, in which he seems to imitate VIRGIL; but in this Instance LUCAN had had better Success, if he had hit upon the proper Medium: But while VIRGIL stoops down to the hum­ble Subjects of Bees, Ants, and other such like delightful Themes of Nature; on the other Hand, LUCAN bellows out nothing but Stories of Oaks split by Lightning, Earthquakes, and the World's Con­flagration. Let this, in short, suffice observable concerning the Writers of Heroic Poetry, in itself new, and never before taken No­tice of.

[Page 47] Something now remains to be said of the Satyrists, among whom whether JUVENAL or HORACE have most Right to the Bays, it is difficult to determine; for it has been long a Dispute among the Learned, whether that Keenness and Bitterness of Expression with which JUVENAL has arm'd his Satires, or HORACE'S more jocose Lampoons are most agreeable to the End of SATIRE. Now that we may give a clearer Decision on this Head, a few Things must be pre­mis'd. HORACE bears to this Day, an ill Character for the Loose­ness of his Conduct in Life. JU­VENAL [Page 48] was a rigid Practiser of Virtue. The one was conversant in the most perfectly polite Court of AUGUSTUS; the other liv'd in the Dregs of DOMITIAN'S Time; and therefore both these Poets ac­commodated their Writings to the Manners of the different Ages they liv'd in: For HORACE is entirely upon the ludicrous, and persues not so much the Licentiousness of the Times, as the ridiculous Fopperies of some particular Courtiers; for had he attempted to correct these Trifles with Severity, he had not miss'd of being laugh'd at: But JU­VENAL lashes the grossest Crimes prevalent in his Time, and com­plains [Page 49] of Enormities which he was asham'd to mention, and nothing less than the highest Resentment of Soul, Ardency of Expression, and Sharpness of Speech, could be an equal Match to Crimes so notori­ous; tho' whenever he descends to be jocose, we frequently meet with the Pleasantry of HORACE. Both of them, allowing for the different Manner of their Writing, are per­fect Masters in their several Ways; in the one shines the Ridicule, in the other the Severe. The rest of HORACE'S Pieces are so admira­ble, that they exceed our highest Encomiums, and are not only beyond our Dislike, but above our Praise.

[Page 50] As to what concerns the Drama­tick Poets, PLAUTUS and TE­RENCE bear away the Bell, whose Plots, Turns, and Elegancy of Style, are so well known, that no­thing new can be said upon them.

As to SENECA, Mankind have had different Opinions of him; some have rank'd him with the best Tragoedians, others have sunk him below the worst. He certainly had a great Genius, an elegant and con­cise Way of Expression; he abounds with smart Turns, which always savour much of that Stoicism of which he was a Follower, upon [Page 51] which Account he has always been esteem'd by those who have had lit­tle or no Taste of Dramatick Poetry; but then if we consider him as such, his Tragedies are throughout too elaborate; and this, to pass by his other Faults, seems peculiarly SE­NECA'S, that he makes all his A­ctors (without any Regard to the Characters they bear) talk in the same Strain; all of them inculcate rigid philosophical Dogmata, and such Morality as is rather fit for the Schools of the Stoicks, than the Roman Theatre: For with him the King and the Slave strut in the same Buskin; nay, you may per­ceive the Nurse herself deeply [Page 52] ting'd with the Principles of Stoi­cism.

Among the Epigrammatists, MAR­TIAL and CLAUDIAN have bore the greatest Reputation; the first, for the severe Point in the Close of his Epigrams, and the pecu­liar Jingle of his Words. The other, for dispersing the Poignancy of his Wit throughout his Epigrams, and that in the most beautiful Latin Phrase.

The rest of the Herd of the La­tin Poets creep so low in their Num­bers, that they are beneath the Notice either of GODS or Men: And tho' we may now and then [Page 53] discover in the affected Harangues of CATULLUS, and the ob­scene Poetry of TIBULLUS and PROPERTIUS, some not dis­agreeable Pieces, yet it is not worth our while to rake the Dunghills for the Sake of the JEWELLS.

ERRATA.

Pag. 5 Lin. 16 read eosdemque. p. 13 l. 12 r. oportuerat.

POSTSCRIPT.

The Passage of the Lord * BACON, which seems to be referr'd to by Mr. ADDI­SON, in the 9th Page of the foregoing DISSERTATION.

—de Poesi Narrativa, sive eam Heroi­cam appellare placet (modo hoc intelligas de Materia, non de Versu) ea a Fundamento prorsus nobili excitata videtur, quod ad dig­nitatem humanae Naturae imprimis spectat. Cum enim Mundus sensibilis sit Anima ratio­nali dignitate inferior, videtur Poesis haec hu­manae Naturae largiri, quae Historia denegat; atque Animo umbris rerum utcunque fatisfa­cere, cum solida haberi non possint. Si quis enim Rem acutius introspiciat, firmum ex Poesi sumitur argumentum, Magnitudinem Rerum magis illustrem, Ordinem magis perfectum, & Varietatem magis pulchram, Animae hu­manae complacere, quam in Natura ipsa post Lapsum reperire ullo modo possit. Quaprop­ter, cum Res gestae, & Eventus, qui vere Hi­storiae subjiciuntur, non sint ejus Amplitudi­nis, [Page] in qua Anima humana sibi satisfaciat, praesto est Poesis, quae Facta magis Heroica confingat: Cum Historia vera successus re­rum, minime pro meritis Virtutum & Scele­rum narret; corrigit eam Poesis, & exitus, & fortunas secundum merita, & ex lege Nemese­os exhibet: Cum Historia vera, obvia rerum satietate & similitudine, animae humanae fa­stidio sit; reficit eam Poesis inexpectata & va­ria, & vicissitudinem plena canens. Adeo ut Poesis ista, non solum ad delectationem, sed etiam ad Animi magnitudinem, & ad Mores conferat. Quare & merito etiam Divinitatis cujuspiam particeps videri possit; quia ani­mum erigit, & in sublime rapit: rerum simu­lachra ad animi desideria accommodando, non animum rebus (quod ratio facit & Historia) submittendo.

Thus translated, in the English Edition, by Dr. RAWLEY.

As for Narrative Poesy, or, if you please, Heroical, (so you understand it of the Matter, not of the Verse) it seems to be rais'd altoge­ther from a noble Foundation, which makes much for the Dignity of Man's Nature. For seeing this sensible World is in Dignity infe­rior to the Soul of Man, Poesy seems to en­dow human Nature with that which History denies; and to give Satisfaction to the Mind, with, at least, the Shadow of Things, where the Substance cannot be had. For if the Mat­ter be thoroughly consider'd, a strong Argu­ment [Page] may be drawn from Poesy, that a more stately Greatness of Things, a more perfect Order, and a more beautiful Variety delights the Soul of Man, than any Way can be found in Nature since the Fall. Wherefore, seeing the Acts and Events which are the Subject of true History, are not of that Am­plitude as to content the Mind of Man, Poesy is ready at Hand to feign Acts more Heroical. Because true History reports the Successes of Business not proportionable to the Merit of Virtues and Vices, Poesy corrects it, and pre­sents Events and Fortunes according to De­sert, and according to the Law of Providence: Because true History, thro' the frequent Satiety and Similitude of Things, works a Distaste and Misprision in the Mind of Man; Poesy cheereth and refresheth the Soul, chanting Things rare, and various, and full of Vicissi­tudes. So as Poesy serveth and conferreth to Delectation, Magnanimity, and Morality; and therefore it may seem deservedly to have some Participation of Divineness, because it doth raise the Mind to Things, as Reason and History do.
FINIS.

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