And wits by our creation they become, Juft fo, as titular bishops made at Rome, 'Tis not a tale, 'tis not a jest Admir'd with laughter at a feast, Nor florid talk, which can that title gain; 4. 'Tis not to force fome lifeless verfes meet All every where, like man's, must be the foul, Such were the numbers, which could call Such miracles are ceas'd; and now we fee 5. Yet, 'tis not to adorn, and gild each part; Jewels at nofe and lips but ill appear; Several lights will not be seen, If there be nothing else between. [f] Houses] Here used in the double sense of houses, properly fo called, and of families. Men Men doubt, because they fand fo thick ith' tky, Tis not, where two like words make up one noife Much lefs can that have any place! Such drofs the fire muft purge away; 'tis juft, 7፡ "Tis not fuch lines as almoft crack the Rtages When Bajazet begins to rage. [g] This idea has been borrowed by Mr. Addifoh, and applied, with much elegance, to our poet himself. For, fpeaking of Mr. Cowley's wit, he fays "One glittring thought no fooner strikes our eyes "As in the milky way a shining white! "Whilft jointly all promote the common blaze." Account of English poets, to Mr. H. S Nor Nor a tall metaphor in the bombaft way,^ And force fome odd fimilitude. : On the Death of Mr. JORDAN, Second Mafter at Weftminfter-School. HERE lies the mafter of my tender years, The guardian of my parent's[k] hope and fears, [b] Short-lung'd Seneca.] Meaning his bort fentences, as if he had not breath enough to ferve him for longer anhelanti fimilis-Yet, in another sense, he is, perhaps, the moft long-winded author of antiquity. For, as Mr. Bayle has well obferved, "Il n'y a guere d'ecrivain "dont le verbiage foit plus grand que celui de Seneque : "Cicero mettroit dans une periode de fix lignes ce que Seneque dit dans fix periodes qui tiennent huit ou neuf "lignes." Lettres, t. ii. p. 150. 66 [i] The two concluding ftanzas of this ode are omitted. [K] my parent's] That is, of his mother's, under whofe difcipline he was bred; for he was born (Dr. Sprat tells us) after his father's death. VOL. I. I Whofe Whofe government ne'er ftood me in a tear; He pluck'd from youth the follies and the crimes. And though he taught but boys, he made the men. IV. On the Death of Mr. WILLIAM HERVEY [m]. "Immodicis brevis eft ætas, & rara fenectus." 1. MART. L. VI. Ep. xxix. T was a difmal, and a fearful night, IT Scarce could the morn drive on th'unwilling light, [] The rest of this poem (one of those which were written, as he fays, when he was very young) is fuppreffed. [p] Mr. William Hervey.] The author's beloved When When fleep, death's image, left my troubled breaft, And on my foul hung the dull weight Of fome intolerable fate. What bell was that? Ah me! too much I know. 2. My fweet companion, and my gentle peer, 3. My dearest friend, would I had dy'd for thee [7]! friend. This poem came from the heart, and is therefore more natural and pleafing than most others in the collection. Unluckily, it occafioned the poet's introduction to the Lord St. Albans [fee Life, p. 8]; that is, it ruined his fortune. 33 [n]ould I had dy'd for thee !] From 2 Sam. xviii. |