thriving; AUSPICIOUS Poet, wert thou not my Friend, | Thus they jog on; still tricking, never That Youth shou'd reign and with'ring Age submit, With less regret those Lawrels I resign, The long contended Honours of the Field Catch at a Peace; and wisely turn Devout. Can best, if any can, support the Stage: Which so declines, that shortly we may see Players and Plays reduc'd to second Infancy: Sharp to the World, but thoughtless of Renown, They Plot not on the Stage, but on the And, in Despair their Empty Pit to fill, 20 To MR. GRANVILLE. Text from the original published with the play, 1698. And Murd'ring Plays, which they miscal Reviving. Our Sense is Nonsense, through their Pipes convey'd ; Scarce can a Poet know the Play He made, 'Tis so disguis'd in Death: nor thinks 'tis He That suffers in the Mangled Tragedy. With length of Time, much Judgment, and more Toil, Not ill they Acted, what they cou'd not spoil. Their Setting Sun still shoots a Glim'ring Ray, Like Ancient Rome, Majestick in Decay; And better gleanings their worn Soil can boast, Than the Crab-Vintage of the Neighb'ring Coast. This difference yet the judging World will [TO PETER ANTONY MOTTEUX, ON HIS TRAGEDY, CALLED BEAUTY IN DISTRESS.] To my Friend, the AUTHOR. Voice 31 Has equall'd thy Performance with thy choice. Time, Action, Place, are so preserv'd by 'Tis hard, my Friend, to write in such an Age | These hast thou chosen; and the public All wou'd submit, for all but Fools will mend. And turn distorted Words to Blasphemy, What I have loosly, or profanely writ, Rebellion, worse than Witchcraft, they The Pulpit preach'd the Crime, the People ru'd. 20 The Stage was silenc'd; for the Saints wou'd see In fields perform'd their plotted Tragedy. TO PETER ANTONY MOTTEUX. Text from the original, prefixed to the play, 1698. 9 Faults] Many edd. wrongly give Thoughts thee That ev'n Corneille might with Envy see Thou in Design, and Wycherley in Wit 40 Contented to be thinly regular. With more Increase rewards thy happy Toil. But whence art thou inspir'd, and Thou To flourish in an Idiom, not thy own? 51 In underpraising thy Deserts, I wrong; So Great a Poet and so Good a Friend. JOHN DRYDEN. 44 so] Many edd. wrongly give too 45 That] Many edd. wrongly give And These false readings are all in Christie's text but not in Dr. Saintsbury's. TO MY | HONOUR'D KINSMAN, | JOHN DRIDEN, | OF CHESTERTON, IN THE COUNTY OF HUNTINGDON, ESQUIRE. Without their Cost, you terminate the Cause; The Sanction leaves a lasting Peace behind; Promoting Concord, and composing Strife, Lord of your self, uncumber'd with a Wife; Where, for a Year, a Month, perhaps a Night, Long Penitence succeeds a short Delight: 20 Minds are so hardly match'd, that ev'n the first, Though pair'd by Heav'n, in Paradise, were curs'd. For Man and Woman, though in one they grow, Yet, first or last, return again to Two. He to God's Image, She to His was made; So, farther from the Fount, the Stream at random stray'd. Not that my Verse wou'd blemish all the But yet, if some be Bad, 'tis Wisdom to And better shun the Bait, than struggle in Thus have you shunn'd, and shun the married Trusting as little as you can to Fate. No porter guards the Passage of your T' admit the Wealthy, and exclude the For God, who gave the Riches, gave the To sanctifie the Whole, by giving Part: 40 And to the Second Son, a Blessing brought : So may your Stores, and fruitful Fields increase; And ever be you bless'd, who live to bless. So free to Many, to Relations most, With Crowds attended of your ancient Race, 50 You seek the Champian-Sports, or Sylvan- With well-breath'd Beagles, you surround Ev'n then, industrious of the Common Good: How cou'd He stand, when, put to double And often have you brought the wily Fox Pain, He must a Weaker than himself sustain ! Each might have stood perhaps; but each alone; 29 Two Wrestlers help to pull each other down. To suffer for the Firstlings of the Flocks; bleed, Like Felons, where they did the murd'rous This fiery Game, your active Youth main- TO JOHN DRIDEN. Text from the original and Not yet, by years extinguish'd, though only contemporary edition, 1700. 8 Award] Award, 1700. restrain'd: You season still with Sports your serious Hours; 60 For Age but tastes of Pleasures, Youth devours. The Hare, in Pastures or in Plains is found, Emblem of Humane Life, who runs the Round; And, after all his wand'ring Ways are done,) His Circle fills, and ends where he begun, Just as the Setting meets the Rising Sun. Thus Princes ease their Cares: But happier he, Who seeks not Pleasure thro' Necessity, Than such as once on slipp'ry Thrones were plac'd; And chasing, sigh to think themselves are chas'd. 70 So liv'd our Sires, e'er Doctors learn'd to kill, And multiply'd with theirs, the Weekly Bill : The first Physicians by Debauch were made: Excess began, and Sloth sustains the Trade. Pity the gen'rous Kind their Cares bestow To search forbidden Truths; (a Sin to know:) To which, if Humane Science cou'd attain, The Doom of Death, pronounc'd by God, were vain. In vain the Leech wou'd interpose Delay; Fatefastens first, and vindicates the Prey. 80 What Help from Arts Endeavours can we have! Guibbons but guesses, nor is sure to save: But Maurus sweeps whole Parishes, and Peoples ev'ry Grave, But on the Publick spend the rich Produce. When, often urg'd, unwilling to be Great, Your Country calls you from your lov'd Part must be left, a Fund when Foes invade; Requir'd a Sabbath-Year, to mend the Good senators, (and such are you,) so give, That Kings may be supply'd, the People thrive; And He, when Want requires, is truly Wise, Who slights not Foreign Aids nor overbuys; But, on our Native Strength, in time of need, relies. Ev'n Victors are by Victories undone ; Thus Hannibal, with Foreign Laurels won, To Carthage was recall'd, too late to keep his own. While sore of Battel, while our Wounds are green, Why shou'd we tempt the doubtful Dye In Wars renew'd, uncertain of success, Prerogative, and Privilege preserves : Of Each, our Laws the certain Limit show; Munster was bought, we boast not the One must not ebb, nor t' other overflow: Betwixt the Prince and Parliament we stand; Success; 140 Who fights for Gain, for greater, makes his Our Foes, compell'd by Need have Peace The Peace both Parties want, is like to Which, if secure, securely we may trade; The Sea is ours, and that defends the Be, then, the Naval Stores the Nations New Ships to build, and batter'd to repair. Observe the War in ev'ry Annual Course; What has been done, was done with British Force. 151 When the Gauls came, one sole Dictator Patriots, in Peace, assert the Peoples With noble Stubbornness resisting Might: In Parliaments, that weigh'd their Prince's But so tenacious of the Common Cause, 190 Vouchsafe this Picture of thy Soul to see; 199 135 are] Editors till Christie wrongly gave as Which, when I miss, my own Defects I show. |