THE SATIRES OF Aulus Persius Made ENGLISH BY MR DRYDEN. Sæpius in Libro memoratur Persius uno ARGUMENT OF THE | PROLOGUE ||'Twas witty Want, fierce Hunger to appease : TO THE FIRST SATYR The Design of the Authour was to conceal his Name and Quality. He liv'd in the dangerous Times of the Tyrant Nero; and aims particularly at him, in most of his Satyrs. For which Reason, though he was a Roman Knight, and of a plentiful Fortune, he would appear in this Prologue but a Beggarly Poet, who Writes for Bread. After this, he breaks into the Business of the first Satyr; which is chiefly to decry the Poetry then in Fashion, and the Impudence of those who were endeavouring to pass their Stuff upon the World. PROLOGUE TO THE FIRST SATYR. Want taught their Masters, and their Masters these. Let Gain, that gilded Bait, be hung on high, The hungry Witlings have it in their Eye; Pies, Crows, and Daws, Poetick Presents bring: You say they squeak; but they will swear they Sing. ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST SATYR. I need not repeat, that the chief aim of the Authour is against bad Poets, in this Satyr. But I must add, that he includes also bad Oralors, who began at that Time (as Petronius in the beginning of his Book tells us) to enervate Manly Eloquence, by Tropes and Figures, ill plac'd, and worse apply'd. Amongst the Poets, Persius covertly strikes at Nero; some of whose Verses he recites with Scorn and Indignation. He also takes notice of the Noblemen and their abominable Poetry, who, in the Luxury of their Fortune, set up for Wits, and Judges. The Satyr is in Dialogue, betwist the Authour and his Friend or Monitor; who dissuades him from this dangerous attempt of exposing Great Men. But Persius, who is of a free Spirit, and has not forgotten that Rome was once a Commonwealth, breaks through all those difficulties, and boldly Arraigns the false Judgment of the Age in which he Lives. The Reader may observe that our Poet was a Stoick Philosopher; and that all his Moral Sentences, both here and in all the rest of his Satyrs, are drawn from the Dogma's of that Sect. THE FIRST SATYR, In Dialogue betwixt the Poet and his friend or Monitor. PERSIUS. FRIEND. Once more forbear. PERSIUS. I cannot rule my Spleen; 30 My scorn Rebels, and tickles me within. How anxious are our Cares, and yet how In lonely Rooms, secur'd from publick sight ; vain The bent of our desires! FRIEND. Thy Spleen contain: For none will read thy Satyrs. PERSIUS. This to me? FRIEND. Whether in Prose, or Verse, 'tis all the same: The Prose is Fustian, and the Numbers lame. All Noise, and empty Pomp, a storm of words, Lab'ring with sound, that little Sence affords. They Comb, and then they order ev'ry 2 Hair: A Gown, or White, or Scour'd to whiteness, wear : A Birth-day Jewel bobbing at their Ear. None; or what's next to none, but two Next, gargle well their Throats; and thus The Marrow pierces, and invades the Chine. Thus dost thou feed their Ears, and thus art fed? At his own filthy stuff he grins and brays: And gives the sign where he expects their praise. Why have I Learn'd, say'st thou, if thus confin'd, I choak the Noble Vigour of my Mind? Know, my wild Fig-Tree, which in Rocks is bred, Will split the Quarry, and shoot out the Head. Fine Fruits of Learning! Old Ambitious Fool, 59 Dar'st thou apply that Adage of the School; As if 'tis nothing worth that lies conceal'd, And Science is not Science till Reveal'd? Oh, but 'tis Brave to be Admir'd, to see The Crowd, with pointing Fingers, cry, That's he: That's he, whose wondrous Poem is become A Lecture for the Noble Youth of Rome! Who, by their Fathers, is at Feasts Renown'd; And often quoted, when the Bowls go round. Full gorg'd and flush'd, they wantonly Rehearse; 70 And add to Wine the Luxury of Verse. are; 81 Meer Malice, and you drive the Jest too far. Thou, whom I make the adverse part to Be answer'd thus: If I, by chance, succeed To give thee all thy due, thou hast they Heart To make a Supper, with a fine dessert; And to thy threed-bare Friend, a cast old Sute impart. 74 or] The editors give and (For I love Truth, nor can plain Speech offend,) What says the World of me and of my Muse? The Poor dare nothing tell but flatt'ring News: But shall I speak? thy Verse is wretched Rhyme; And all thy Labours are but loss of time. 110 Thy strutting Belly swells, thy Paunch is high; Thou Writ'st not, but thou Pissest Poetry. All Authours to their own defects are blind; Hadst thou but, Janus like, a Face behind, To see the people, what splay-Mouths they make; To mark their Fingers, pointed at thy back: Their Tongues loll'd out, a foot beyond the pitch, When most athirst, of an Apulian Bitch: But Noble Scriblers are with Flatt'ry fed; For none dare find their faults, who Eat their Bread. 120 To pass the Poets of Patrician Blood, What is't the common Reader takes for good? The Verse in fashion is, when Numbers flow, Soft without Sence, and without Spirit slow: So smooth and equal, that no sight can find The Rivet, where the polish'd piece was join'd. So even all, with such a steady view, As if he shut one Eye to level true. Whether the Vulgar Vice his Satyr stings, The Peoples Riots, or the Rage of Kings, 130 The gentle Poct is alike in all; Ilis Reader hopes no rise, and fears no fall. FRIEND. Hourly we see some Raw Pin-feather'd thing Attempt to mount, and Fights, and Heroes sing; Who, for false quantities, was whipt at School Butt'other day, and breaking Grammar Rule, Whose trivial Art was never try'd, above The bare description of a Native Grove: Who knows not how to praise the Country store, The Feasts, the Baskets, nor the fatted Bore; 140 Nor paint the flowry Fields, that paint themselves before. 105 Tell] tell 1693. Some love to hear the Fustian Poet roar ; And some on Antiquated Authours pore: Rummage for Sense; and think those only good 151 Who labour most, and least are understood. When thou shalt see the Blear-Ey'd Fathers teach Their Sons, this harsh and mouldy sort of Or others new affected ways to try, Did first our Roman Purity defile : For our Old Dotards cannot keep their Seat; Bring trifling Tropes, instead of solid Sence: Are pleas'd to hear their thick-scull'd Judges cry, Well mov'd, oh finely said, and decently! Theft (says th' Accuser) to thy Charge I lay, O Pedius! What does gentle Pedius say Studious to please the Genius of the Times, With Periods, Points, and Tropes, he slurs his Crimes: 170 "He Robb'd not, but he Borrow'd from the Poor; "And took but with intention to restore. He lards with flourishes his long Harangue; 'Tis fine, say'st thou; What, to be Prais'd and Hang? Effeminate Roman, shall such Stuff prevail To tickle thee, and make thee wag thy Tail? Say, shou'da Shipwrack'd Saylor sing his woe, Wou'dst thou be mov'd to pity, or bestow A Nobler Verse? Arms and the Man I sing. PERSIUS. Why name you Virgil with such Fops as these? He's truly great, and must for ever please. Not fierce, but awful is his Manly Page; Bold is his Strength, but sober is his Rage. FRIEND. What Poems think you soft? and to be read With languishing regards, and bending Head? PERSIUS. "Their crooked Horns " the Mimallonian Crew "With Blasts inspir'd; and Bassaris who slew 187 cut] Editors give cuts At least, I'll dig a hole within the Ground; Nor will I change, for all the flashy Wit, Thou, if there be a thou, in this base Town, And if two Lines or three in all the Vein Appear less drossy, read those Lines again. May they perform their Author's just Intent, Glow in thy Ears, and in thy Breast fer |