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Dare Tully, with the golden mouth of Greece, Ajax ; and, to digpify the sentiment, he puts it
With Chrysostom in rhet'ric-thunder join,

into the mouth of Ulysses :
Advent'rous, now ? as soon the feeble sound,
Salmoneus, of thy brazen bridge contends

Ορι γαρ ημας εδεν οντας αλλο πλην With Jove's etherial peal, and bursting roar

Είδωλ' οσοι περ ζωμεν, η καφην σκιαν. Fulminous, rending Earth, o'erturning air,

The scholiast observes, that he borrowed the senAnd shaking Heav'n. Or sball the pointed pen

timent from Pindar. Of Corduba', with hostile labour bend Its senteuces obscure against the force

P. 38. We dream, &c. Of Pelops' shoulderOf Hierom's noble fire? as soon the Moon,

The poets feign that Tantalus served ap his With blunted horn, dares pour her pallid beam

son Pelops to the table of the gods: they reAgainst the boundless majesty of day,

united the fragments, and formed his shoulder, The Sun's refulgent throne; when, high, in noon

which was lost, of ivory. Ovid. Met. Lib. vi. He kindles up the Earth to light and joy.

Humeroque Pelops insignis eburno.
My best instructor, Sickness, shuts the eye

Virg. Georg. iji.
From Vanity; she draws the curtains round
The couch, nor gives admittance to the world:

I shall add this beautiful passage from Tibullus:
But to Harpocrates consigns the door,

Carmina ni sint, And, sil nt, whispers me that“ life is vain."

* Ex humero Pelopis non nituisset ebur. If life be vain, on what shall man depend !

Lib. i. Eleg. 4.
Depend on Virtue. Virtue is a rock

P. 38. Of Pythagoras' thigh.
Which stands for ever; braves the frowning flood,
And raars its awful brow, direct, to Heaven.

This is told with so much humour by Mr.
Tho' Virtue save not from the grave, she gives

Addison in one of his finest works, that I rather Her votaries to the stars; she plucks the sting

choose to give an authority from him, than any

of the ancients. “ The next man astonished the From the grim king of terrours; smoothes the bed Of anguish, and bids Death, tho' dreadful, smile.

whole table with his appearance: he was slow, Death smiles on Virtue: and his visage, black,

solemn and silent, in his behaviour, and wore Ypt comely seems. A Christian scorns the bounds

a raiment curiously wrought with bieroglyphics. Where limited Creation said to Time,

As he came into the middle of the room, he throw “ Here I have end.” Rapt'rous, he looks beyond thigh. Socrates, at the sight of it, declared against

back the skirt of it, and discovered a golden Or time or space; he triumphs o'er decay;

keeping company with any who were not made of And fills eternity: the next to God.

flesh and blood; and therefore desired Diogenes

the Laertian to lead him to the apartment allotted NOTES AND ALLUSIONS.

the fabulous heroes, and worthies of dubious ex. Page 33. PLUCKT from the cypress, &c.

istence, &c.

The Table of Fame, Tatler, Vol. II. No. 81,
Thus Horace:
Barbiton hic paries habebit. Lib. iii. Ode 26.

P. 38. Of Surius's saints.
And a greater than Horace in lyric poetry, the

Surius writ the voluminous legend of the Romish royal psalmist, represents the same image: saints, in six volumes in folio. Dr. Donne in his

As for our harps we hanged them up, upon the Satyrs has given him this character: trees that are therein. Psalm cxxxvii. 2.

outlie either P. 38. Paphos, a city of Cyprus; formerly Jorius, or Surius, or both together. Sat. 4. dedicated to Venus.

P. 39. lanthe by my side. Acidale. A fountain in Orchomenus, a city of

Sickness being a subject so disagrecable in itBaotia, where the Graces were supposed to bathe

self to huinan nature, it was thought necessary, themselves. Tbe genealogy of the Graces is very

as fable is the soul of poetry, to relieve the imadiversely related. But Hesiod says, they were the offspring of Jupiter and Eurynome. Theog. sudes. For to describe the anguish of a distemper

gination with the following, and some other epiPage 38. Burst on the tingling ears of Job, &c without a mixture of some more pleasing inciThe book of Job is ascribed to various authors, and tender reader.

dents, would, no doubt, disgust every good-natured and amongst the rest to Moses. I am proud to observe that Dr. Young has strengthened this P. 40. Salmoneus, of thy brazen bridge, &c. opinion in his notes to bis admirable poem on Job. Most of the arguments on each side of the Peloponnesus. He was so arrogant as to affect

Salmoneus king of Elis, a province in the question may be found in Pole's Synopsis Critic. being thought a god: for which end he built a in the beginning of his notes on the book of Job: bridge of brass, by driving over which in his and in Mr. S. Wesley's curious dissertation on

chariot, he endeavoured to make himself be bethe same subject.

lieved the Tiunderer. But Jupiter, enraged at P. 38. We dream of shadows, when we talk of his impiety, struck him dead with a real thunder


Vidi crudeles dantem Salmonea pænas,
Σκιας σνειρ ανθρωποι Pind. Pith, Ode 8.

Dum flammas Jovis & sonitus imitatur Olympi-
Sophocles has much the same thought in his Demens qui nimbos, & non imitabile fulmen

Ære & cornipedum cursu imitarat equorum. Seneca was born at Corduba in Spain.

Viry. Æn. Lib. 4

P. 40. And to Harpocrates consigns the door. Which, humid, dim the mirror of the mind; Harpocrates, the god of silence amongst the (As Venus gave Æneas to behold Egyptians.

The angry gods with tlane o'erwhelming Troy,

Neptune and Pallas) not in vain, I'll sing Si quicquam tacite commissum est fido ab amico, The mystic terrours of this gloomy reign: Me unum esse invenies illorum jure sacratum, And, led by her, with dangerous courage press Corneli, & factum esse puta Harpocratem. Through dreary paths, and ha nts, by inortal foot.


Rare visited; unless by thce, I ween, Hence Erasmus, Lib. Adag. tells us, that re

Father of Fancy, of descriptive verse, dere Harpocratem is the same as mutum red. And shadowy beings, gentle Edmund, hight dere. So Catullus in another place :

Spenser! the sweetest of the tuncful throng,
Patruum reddidit Harpocratem.

Or recent, or of eld'. Creative bard,

Thy springs unlock, expand thy fairy scenes, Oxid describes him in the same manner, with-thig unexhausted stores of fancy spread, out taking notice of his name, amongst the at- And with thy images enrich my song. tendants of Isis:

Come, Hertford?! with the Muse, a while, vouchQuique premit vocem, digitoque silent a suadet. (The softer virtues melting in thy breast, [safe.

Metain. Lib. ix. The tender graces glowing in thy form) This description entirely agrees with the seve

Vouchsaf-, in all the beauty of distress, ral medals and statues of Harpocrates, which the There lend a charm to Sorrow, smooth her brow,

To take a silent walk among the tombs: learned antiquary Gisb. Cuperus exhibits in his And sparkle through her tears in shining woe. laborious dissertation on that subject, printed | As when the dove", (thy emblem, matchless dame! with Monumenta Antiqua. But upon another account likewise, Harpocrates Spread all its colours o'er the boundless deep,

For beauty, innocence, and truth are thine) may justly be appointed to attend upon the sick; (Empyreal radiance quivering round the gloom) for he is numbered amongst the salutary gods, Chaos reform’d, and bade distraction sinile! who assisted in extreme dangers; as appears from Artemidorus, Oneir. L. ii. c. 44. where, after sublimely mournful: to the eye it seeins

Deep in a desert-vale, a palace frowns having mentioned Serapis, Isis, Anubis, and Har- The mansion of Despair, or ancient Night. pocrates, he goes on thus: “ Semper enim serva- The graces of the Seasons nevir knew tores crediti sunt hi dii, coruc qui per omnia To shed their bounty here, or smiling, bless exercitati sunt, & ad extremum periculum per- With hospitable foot, its bleak doinain, venerunt, &c.” Kircher also, in his Dedip. Egyp. Uncultivated. Nor the various robe p. 2. vol. II. p. 315. among t others to the same

Of flushing Spring, with purple gay, invests purpose, has these remarkable words:

Its blighted plains; nor Summer's radiant hand Reverebantur Ægypti, præter cætera numina Profusive, scatters o'er its baleful fields maximè Isin & Osirin, ac hoiuin sive Harpo- The rich abundance of her glorious days; eratem, tanquam latricos genios.

And golden Autumn bere forgets to reign.

Here only heinlock, and whatever weeds
Medea gather'd, or Canidia brew'd,

Wet with Avernus' waves, or Puntus yields,

Or Colchos, or Thessalia, taint the winds,

And choke the ground unballow'd. But the soil Diseases dire, of which a monstrous crew

Refuses to embrace the kindly seeds
Before thee shall appear.

Of healing vegetation, sage, and rue,

Dittany and amello, blooming still
In Virgil's rural page.

The bitter yew,

The church-yard's shade! and cypress' wither'd Reflections. Invocation of the genius of Spenser. In formidable ranks surround its courts [arms

Apostrophe to the dutchess of Somerset, The With umbrace dun; administ’ring a roof
Palace of Disease. War. Intemperance. Me- To birds of ominous portent; the bat,
Jancholy. Fever. Consumption, Small-pox. The raven boding death, the screaming ow)
Complaint on the death of lord Beauchamp. Of heavy wing, while serpents, rustling, hiss,

And croaking toads the odious concert aid.

The peevish East, the rheumy South, the North Death was not man's inheritance, but life Pregnant with storms, are all the winds that blow: Immortal, but a Paradise of bliss,

While, distant far, the pure Etesian-yales, Ugfading beauty, and eternal spring,

And western-breezes fan the spicy beds (The cloudless blaze of Innocence's reign:) Of Araby the blest, or shake their balm The gifts of God's right-hand! till monstrous Sin, O'er fair Britannia's plains, and wake her fow'rs. The motly child of Satan and of Hell,

Eternal damps, and deadly hunours, drawn lavited dire Disease into the world,

In pois'nous exhalations from the deep,
And her distorted brood of ugly shapes,

Conglomerated into solid night,
Echidna's brood! and fix'd their curs'u abode And darkness, almost to be felt, forbid
On Earth, invisible to buman sight,
The portion and the scourge of mortal man.

? The present dutchess of Somerset. Yet tho' to human sigbt invisible,

3 The Platonists suppose that Love, or the If she, whom I implore, Urania, cign,

celestial Venus (of whom the dove is likewise ain With euphrasy to purge away the inists

enbluua) created the world out of chaos.


1 Old.

The Sun, with cheerful beams, to purge the air, Helmets and spears, and shields, and coats of mail, Bat roll their suffocating horroors round

With iron stiff, or tin, or brass, or gold,
Incessant, banishing the blooming train

Swells a triumphal arch; beneath grim War
Of Health, and Joy, for ever, from the dome. Shakes her red arm': for War is a disease
In sad magnificence the palace rears

The fellest of the fell! Why will mankind,
Its mouldering columns; from thy quarries, Nile, Why will they, when so many plagues involve
Of sable marble, ardi Egyptian mines

This habitable globe, (the curse of sin,) Embowelld. Nor Corinthian pillars, gay

Juvent new desolations to cut off With foliag'd capitals and figurd frize,

The Christian race? At least in Christian climes Nor feminine Ionique, nor, tho' grave,

Let olives shade your mountains, and let Peace The fluted Dorique, and the Tuscan plain, Stream her white banner o'er us, blest from War, In just proportions rise: but Gothic, rude, And laurels only deck your poet's brows. Irreconcil'd in ruinous design:

Or, if the fiery metal in your blood, Save in the centre, in relievo high,

And thirst of human-life your bosom sting,
And swelling emblematically bold,

Too savage! let the fury loose of War,
In gold the apple rose, “whose mortal taste And bid the battle rage against the breasts
Brought death into the world, and all our woe 4.” Of Asian infidels: redeem the tow'rs
Malignantly delighted, dire Disease

Where David sung, the son of David bled;
Surveys the glittering pest, and grimly smiles And warm new Tasso's with the epic-flame.
With hellish glee. Beneath, totters her throne, Right opposite to War a gorgeous throne
Of jarring elements; earth, water, fire; [tain With jewels flaming and emboss'd with gold,
Where hot, and cold; and moist, and dry main. And various sculpture, strikes the wond'ring eye
Unnatural war. Shapeless her frightful form, With jovial scenes (amid destruction gay,)
(A chaos of disteinperd limbs in one)

Of instruments of mirth, the harp, the lute, Huge as Megara, cruel as the grave,

Of costly viands, of delicious wines, Her eyes, two comcts; and her breath, a storm. And flow'ry wreaths to bind the careless brow High in her wither'd arms, she wields her rod, Of youth, or age; as youth or age deinand With adders curl'd, and dropping gore; and points The pleasing ruin from th’ enchantress, vile To the dead walls, besmeard with cursed tales Intemperance : than Circe subtler far, Of Plagues red-spotted, of blue Pestilence, Only subdu'd by wisdom ; fairer far Walking in darkness; Havock at their heels;

Than young Armida, whose bewitching charms Lean Famine, gnawing in despight ber arm: Rinaldo fetter'd in her rosy chains; Whatever Egypt, Athens, or Messine,

Till, by Ubaldo beld, his diamond shield Constantinople, Troynovant, Marseilles,

Blaz'd on his mind the virtues of his race, Or Cairo felt, or Spagnolet could paint.

And, quick, dissolv'd her wanton mists away. A sickly taper, glinimering feeble rays

See, from her throne, slow-moving, she extends Across the gloom, makes horrour visible,

A poison'd gobblet! fly the beauteous bane: And punishes, while it informs, the eye.

The adder's tooth, the tiger's hungry fang, A thousand and ten thousand monstrous shapes Are harmless to her smiles; her smiles are death. Compose the group; the execrable crew

Beneath the foamy lustre of the bowl, Which Michael, in vision strange, disclos'd Which sparkles men to madness, lurks a snake To Adam, in the Lazar-house of woe;

Of mortal sting: fy: if you taste the wine, A colony from Hell. The knotted Gout,

Machaon swears that moly cannot cure. The bloated Dropsy, and the racking Stone Tho'innocent and fair her looks, she holds Rolling her eyes in anguish; Lepra fuul,

A lawless commerce with her sister-pests, Strangling Angina; Ephialtic starts;

And doubly whets their darts: away and live l.innerv'd Paralysis; with moist Catarrbs;

Next, in a low-brow'd cave, a little hell, Pleuritis bending o'er its side, in pain;

A‘pensive hag, moping in darkness, sits Vertigo; murderous Apoplexy, proud

Dolefully-sad: her eyes (so deadly-dull!) With the late spoils of Clayton's honour'd life: Stare from their storied sockets, widely wild; Clayton, the good, the courteous, the humane; For ever bent on rusty knives, and ropes; Tenacious of his purpose, and his word

On poignards, bows of poison, daggers red Firm as the fabled throne of Grecian Jove. With clotted gore. A raven by her side Be just, О memory! again recall

Eternal croaks; her only mate Despair; Those looks illumin'd by his honest heart, Who, scowling in a night of clouds, presents That open freedom, and that cheerful ease, A thousand burning hells, and damned souls, The bounteous emanations of his soul:

And lakes of stormy fire, to mad the brain His British honour; Christian charity;

Moon-strucken. Melancholy is her name; And mild benevolence for human-kind.

Britannia's bitter báne. Thou gracious Pow'r, From every quarter, lamentations loud, (Whose judgments and whose mercies who can And sighs resound, and rueful peals of groans

tell!) Roll echoing round the vaulted dens, and screams with bars of steel, with hills of adamant Dolorous, wrested from the heart of pain, Crush down the sooty fiend; nor let her blast And brain-sick agony. Around her throne The sacred light of Heaven's all-cheering face, Six favourite Furies, next herself accurst, Nor fright, from Albion's isle, the angel Hope, Their dismal mansions keep; in order each, Fever the fourth : adust as Afric-wilds, As most destructive. In the foremost rank, Chair’d to a bed of burning brass; her eyes Of polish'd steel, with armour blood-distuin’d, Like roving meteors blaze, nor ever close

Their wakeful lids: she turns, but turns in vain, * Milton's Paradise Lost, Book 1st. Through nights of misery. Attendant Thirst

Grasps hard an empty bowl, and shrivell'd strives Immaculate; ye roses, sweet as morn;
To drench her parched throat. Not louder groans Less sweet and less immaculate than he.
From Phalaris's bull, as Fame reports,

His op'ning flow'r of beauty softly smild, . Tormented with distressful din the air,

And, sparkling in the liquid dews of youth, And drew the tender tear from Pity's eye. Adorn'd the blessed light! with blossoms fair,

Consumption near; a joyless, meagre wight, Untainted; in the rank Italian soil Panting for breath, and shrinking into shade From blemish pure. The virgins stole a sigh, Kludes the grasp: thin as the embodied air The matrons lifted up their wond'ring eyes, Which, erst, deceiv'd Ixion's void embrace, And blest the English angel as he pass'd, Ambitious of a goddess! scarce her legs

Rejoicing in his rays! Why did we trust Feebly she drags, with wheezing labour, on, A plant so lovely to their envious skies, And motion slow: a willow wand directs

Unmercifully bright with savage beams? Hep tottering steps, and marks her for the grave. His were the arts of Italy before,

The last, so turpid to the view, affrights Courting, and courted by the classic Muse,
Her neighbour hags. Happy herself is blind, He travell'd not to learn, but to reform,
Or madness would ensue; so bloated-black, And with his fair example meud mankind.
So loathsome to each sense, the sight or smell, Why need i name (for distant nations know,
Such foul corruption on this side the grave; Hesperia knows; () would Hesperia sing!
Variola yclep’d; ragged and rough, (scenes As Maro, erst, and, late, Marino rais'd
Her couch perplex'd with thorns. What heavy The blooming Beauchamps of the foriner times,
Haug der my heart to feel the theme is mine; Marcellus, and Adonis to the stars,
But Providence commands, his will be done! On wings of soaring fire! so would she sing!).
She rushes through my blood; she burns along, His uncorrupted heart; bis bonour clear
And riots on my life.—Have mercy, Heav'n!

- As summer-suns, effulging forth his soul
Variola, what art thou? whence proceeds In every word and look: his reason's ray
This virulence, which all, but we, escape? By folly, vanity, or vice unstain'd,
Thon nauseous enemy to human-kind:

Shining at once with purity and strength, 'In man, and man alone, thy mystic seeds, With English honesty and Attic fire : Quiet, and in their secret windings hid,

His tenderness of spirit, high-inform'd Lie unprolific; till Infection rouze

With wide benevolence, and candid zeal Her pois'nous particles, of proper size,

For learning, liberty, religion, truth: Figure and ineasure, to exert their pow's

The patriot-glories burning in his breast, Of impregration; atoms subtle, barbid,

His king's and country's undivided friend! Infrangible, and active to destroy;

Each public virtue, and each private grace; By geometric or mechanic rules

The Seymour-dignity, the Percy-flame; Yet undiscoverd: quick the leaven runs,

All, all!-- Ere twenty autumns rollid away Destructive of the solids, spirits, blood

Their golden plenty. Further still! behold Of mortal man, and agitates the whole

His animated bloom; liis flush of health; In general contlagration and misrule.

The blood exulting with the balmy tide
As when the flinty seeds of fire embrace

Of vernal life! so fresh for pleasure forin'd
Some fit materials, stubble, furze, or straw, By Nature and the Graces: yet his youth
The crackling blaze ascends; the rapid flood So temperately warm, so chastely cool,
Of ruddy flames, impetuous o'er its prey, Ev'n seraphims might look into his mind,
Rolls its broad course, and balf the field devours. Might look, nor turn away their holy eyes !

As adders deaf to beauty, wit, and youth, Th’ unutterable essence of good Heav'u,
How many living lyres, by thee unstrung, That breath of God, that energy divine
E'er balf their tunes are ended, cease to charm Which gives us to be wise, and just, and pure,
Th’ admiring world? So ceas'd the matchless Full on his bosom pour'd the living stream,
By Cowley honour’d, by Roscommon lov'd, (name, llum’d, inspird, and sanctify'd his soul!
Orinda : blooming Killigrew's soft lay:

And are these wonders vanish’d? are those eyes, And manly Oldham's pointed vigour, curs'd Where ardent truth and melting mildness shone, By the gord sons of Loyola and Rome.

Clos'd in a foreign land? no more to bless And he who Phedra song, in buskin'd pomp, A father, mother, friend! no more to charın Mad with incestuous tires, ingenious Smith: A longing people? O, lamented youth! Oxonia's sous! And, 0, our recent grief! Since fate and gloomy night thy beautjes veild Shall Beauchamps die, forgotten by the Muse, With sha le mysterious, and eclips'd thy beams, Or are the Muses with their Hertfort dumb! How many Somersets are lost in thee! Where are ye? weeping o'er thy learned Rhine, Yet only lost to Earth!--for trust the Muse, Bononia, fatal to our hopes! or else

(His virtues rather trust) she saw him rise By Kennet's chalky wave, with tresses torn, She saw him smile along the tissu'd clouds, Or rude, and wildly floating to the winds, In colours rich-embroider'd by the Sun, Mute, on the hoary willows hang the lyre, Engirt with cherub-wings, and kindred-forms, Neglected? Or in rural Percy-lodge,

Children of light, the spotless youth of Heav'n! Where Innocence and he walk'd hand in hand, They hail their blest companion, gain'd so soon The cypress crop, or weave the laurel-bough A partner of their joys; and crown with stars, To grace his honour'd grave? Ye lilies, rise Almost as fair, the radiance of his brows.

Ev'n where the angel host, with tongues of fire, 5 Lord Beauchamp, only son of the earl of Chant to their glittering harps th’Almighty's Hertford, died at Bulognia of the small-pox, Sep- And, in a burning circle, shout around (praise, teinber 11th, 1744, aged 19.

The jasper-throne, he mingles flames with them;

He springs into the centre of the choir,
And, drinking in the spirit-most-divine,

P. 41. Medea gather'd and Canidia brew'd, &c. He sings as sweet, and glows as bright as they.

Medea, notorious for her incantations in Ovid, &c. as Canidia in Horace.

P. 41. -- or Pontus yielus, &c.

Pontus, Colchos, and Thessalia, well known for
Page 41. Witi euphrasy, Angl. eyebright. producing noxious and poisonous herbs and plants.
This herb was unknown to the ancients; at least
it is not mentioned by them. It is of extraor-

Has herbas, atque hæc Ponto mihi lecta venena, dinary service to the eye, curing most of its Ipse dedit Mæris; nascuntur plurima Ponto. disternpers.

Virg. Eclog. 8.

Herbasque quas & Colchos & Iberia mittit, -Cum debilitat morbi vis improba visum,

Venenorum ferax.

Hor. Epod. 5. Aut vinum, aut cæcus, luminis osor, ainor, &e. Tunc ego, non frustrà, rocor

Thessala quinetiam tellus herbasque nocentes,

Lucan. Lib, v.
Couleius Lib. Plant. p. 39. Rupibus ingenuit.

P. 41.
Purg'd with euphrasy and rue

amello blooming still The visual nerve.


In Virgil's rural page.

Est etiam fios in pratis cui nomen amello P. 41. As Venus gave Æneas to behold, &c.

Fecere agricolæ. Virg. Georg. Lib. vi. See Virgil. Æn. Lib. ii. Which seems to be Besides there grows a flow's in marshy ground, borrowed from Homer. Ilias. Lib. v. We have Its name amellus, easy to be found: several of the like instances in the sacred volumes, A mighty spring works in its root, and cleaves Gen. xxi. 19. And God opened her eyes and she The sprouting stalk, and shows itself in leaves. saw a well of water. Nuinbers, xxii. 31. Then The flow'r itself is of a golden hue, the Lord opened the eyes of Balaam, and he saw The leaves inclining to a darker blue, &c. the angel of the Lord, &c.

Addison's Works, Vol. i. 4to. P. 41. by mortal foot

P. 42. or Spagnolet could paint. Rare visited.

A famous painter, eminent for drawing the See Virgil:

distresses and agonies of human nature. Sed me Parnassi deserta per ardua dulcis Raptat amor: Juvat ire jugis, quà pulla priorum,

P. 42. Which Michael in vision strange. Castaliam molli divertitur orbita cliro.

Sec Milton's Paradise Lost, b. xi. Georg. Lib, iji. P. 42.

Clayton's honoured life. Which is imitated from Lucretius, Lib, ji.

Sir William Clayton, bart. died at Marden in

Surry, December the 28th, 1744.
Avia Pieridum peragro loca, nullius ante
Trita pede, &c.

P. 42. Where David sung, &c.
P. 41.
gentle Edmund, hight

Though a croisade may seem very romantic

(and perhaps it is so) yet it has been applauded

by the greatest writers of different ages; by The date of our English poetry may with great Æneas Sylvius, by Bessarion, by Naugerius, &c. justice begin with Spenser. It is true, Chaucer, who have each writ orations upon that subject. Gower, and Lydgate were masters of uncommon beauties, considering the age they lived in, and and Jac. Baldè, the two most celebrated of the

And here I cannot belp observing, that Casimire have described the humours, passions, &c. with modern lyric poets, have writ several of their great discernment. Yet none of them seem to

finest odes to animate the christian princes to have been half so will acquainted with the very such a design; and that Tasso has adorned the life and being of poetry, invention, painting, and expedition of Godfrey of Bulloign with the most design, as Spenser. Chaucer was the best before beautiful and perfect poem since the Æneis (for him; but then he borrowed most of his poems, I prefer Milton to Virgil himself.) either from the ancients, or froni Boccace, Petrarch, or the Provençal writers, &c. Thus his P. 42. Than Circe subtler far. Troilus and Cressida, the largest of his works,

See Homer's Odyssey, Lib. 10. was taken from Lollius; and the Romaunt of the Rose was translated from the French of John de

P. 42. Than young Armida, &c. Meun, an Englishman, who flourished in the reign See Tasso's Il Godfredo, Canto iv. Stanz. 29, of Richard II, and so of the rest. As for those &c. Canto xiv. Stanz, 68, Canto xvi. Stanz. 29. who followed him, such as Heywood, Scogan, Skelton, &c. they seem to be wholly ignorant of

P. 42. Machaon swears, &c. either numbers, language, propriety, or even de- Machaon celebrated in Homer; but here used, cency itsell. I must be understood to except the in general, for any plıysician. So Ovid: earl of Surry, sir Thomas Wiat, sir Philip Sidney, | firma valent per se, nullumque Machaona quærunt. several picces in the Mirror of Magistrates, and a few parts of Mr. G. Gascoign's and Tubervill's

And Martial: works,

Quid tibi cum medicis? dimitte Machaonas omnes."

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