A vile Conceit in pompous Words exprest, For diff'rent Styles with diff'rent Subjects fort, These Sparks with aukward Vanity display As Apes our Grandfires, in their Doublet's dreft. Be not the first by whom the New are try'd, · Nor yet the last to lay the Old afide. B 3 * But * Abolita & abrogata retinere, infolentia cujufdam eft, & frivola in parvis jactantia. Quint. lib. 1. c. 6. Opus eft ut Verba a vetuftate repetita neque crebra fint, neque manifefta, quia nil eft odiofius affectatione, nec utique ab ultimis repetita temporibus. Oratio, cujus fumma virtus eft perfpicuitas, quam fit vitiofa fi egeat interprete? Ergo ut novorum optima erunt maximè vetera, ita veterum maximè nova. Idem. Ben. Johnson's Every Man in his Humour. But most by Numbers judge a Poet's Song, And smooth or rough, with such, is right or wrong; In the bright Muse tho' thousand Charms conspire, Her Voice is all these tuneful Fools admire; Who haunt Parnaffus but to please their Ear, Not mend their Minds; as fome to Church repair, Not for the Doctrine, but the Musick there, These Equal Syllables alone require, †Tho' oft the Ear the open Vowels tire; •While Expletives their feeble Aid do join; And ten low Words oft creep in one dull Line; While they ring round the fame unvary'd Chimes, With fure Returns of ftill-expected Rhymes. Where-e'er you find the cooling Western Breeze, In the next Line, it whispers thro' the Trees; If Chrystal Streams with pleafing Murmurs creep, The Reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with Sleep. Then, at the laft, and only Couplet fraught With fome unmeaning Thing they call a Thought, A Quis populi fermo eft? quis enim? nifi carmine molli Nunc demum numero fluere, ut per lave feveros Effugit junctura ungues: feit tendere verfum, Non feus ac fi oculo rubricam dirigat uno. Perfius, Sat. 1. Fugiemus crebras vocalium concurfiones, que vastam atque biantem orati ddunt Cic ad Herenn lib Vide etian Quintill lib C A needlefs Alexandrine ends the Song, [along. That like a wounded Snake, drags its flow Length Leave fuch to tune their own dull Rhimes, and What's roundly smooth, or languishingly flow; [know And praise the Eafie Vigor of a Line, [nefs join. Where Denham's Strength, and Waller's Sweet'Tis not enough no Harshness gives Offence, The Sound muft feem an Eccho to the Senfe. Soft is the Strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the fmooth Stream in Smoother Numbers flows; But when loud Surges lafh the founding Shore, The boar fe,roughVerfe fhou'd like the Torrent roar. When Ajax strives, fome Rock's vaft Weight to throw, The Line too labours, and the Words move flow; Not fo, when swift Camilla fcours the Plain, Flies o'er th' unbending Corn, and skims along the Hear how†Timotheus'various Lays furprize, [Main. And bid Alternate Paffions fall and rife! + Alexander's Feaft, or the Power of Mufick; An Ode by Mr. Dryden. While, at each Change, the Son of Lybian Jove Avoid Extreams; and fhun the Fault of fuch, Who ftill are pleas'd too little, or too much. That always fhows Great Pride, or Little Senfe; Some the French Writers, fome our own defpife; Meanly Meanly they seek the Bleffing to confine, And own ftale Nonfenfe which they ne'er invent. Some judge of Author's Names, not Works, and then Nor praise nor damn the Writings, but the Men. |