O'erdo not Naiveté; 'tis apt to lull; You know, 'tis very Natural to be dull. Write not like Gentlemen, with ease exceeding; To fay things rare and excellent with ease, Nor be to prefent time your View confin'd, Thro' Scenes of future Being let it stray, For Truth fhall fhine, when Planets fhall decay. Letters Letters admit not of a half-renown, They give you nothing, or they give a Crown. Weighty the Subject, cogent the Discourse, Clear be the Stile, the very Sound of force, Eafy the Conduct, fimple the Defign, Striking the Moral, and the Soul Divine : Let Nature, Art; and Judgment, Wit, exceed; O'er Learning Reason reign; o'er That, your Creed: And when your Genius exquifitely fhines, Parts but expose those men who Virtue quit, And they plead Lucifer's detefted Cause, Would you restore just Honours to the Pen? [strain ? "Who's This with Nonfenfe, Nonfenfe would re"Who's This, (they cry) fo vainly schools the vain? « Who damns our Trash, with so much Trash replete? "As three Ells round, huge Ch-ne rails at Meat ? Shall I, with Bavius then, my voice exalt, At At That Tribunal stands the writing Tribe, Which nothing can Intimidate, or Bribe; Time is the Judge; Time has nor Friend, nor Foe; Falle Fame must wither, and the true will grow. Arm'd with this Truth, all Criticks I defy; For if I fall, by my own pen I die; While Snarlers strive, with proud but fruitless pain, To wound Immortals, or to flay the flain. Sore preft with danger, and in awful dread In all his might, and damns me--for a day. As As turns a Flock of Geefe, and on the Green, Poke out their foolish necks in awkward spleen, (Ridiculous in rage!) to bifs, not bite; So warr the Quills, when Sons of Dulness write. ERRAT A. AGE 7. Verfe 1 and 2, for belongs and Songs, read belong and Song. I Page 11. Verfe7, for Yet who fo fad, read For who fo fad ? Page 17. Verse 10, for their greatest Powers, read the greatest Powers. |