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Such truths my crimes! But Charity's soft | When lo, a figure of celestial mien

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Shall shade the hateful remuant of the tale.
The daughter of a Symmachus 16 disdains
Vindictive plaints and acrimonious strains;
Make the solemnity of grief appear
Magnificently dumb, without a tear!
Brave as our sex, and as thy own resign'd;
Unconquer'd, like thy beauty, be thy mind '-
Wretch that I was, how dar'd I to complain?
Heav'n's chastisements are never dealt in vain!
In something, or my pride or frailty err'd,
And my just doom was certain, tho' deferr'd.
The mists of twilight-sunshine, and esteem,
Made me not greater grow, but greater seem.
When I the paths of human grandeur trod,
Might not my alien heart diverge from God?
Might I not raise my kins-folk and my friends
From private reasons, and for private ends;
Exclusive of the better few, who stay

Far from the solar walk, and court's high-way 17?
Might I not swell too much on earthly pow'r,
Man's ideot-play-thing, gewgaw of an hour?
Or might not false compliance, flatt'ry, art,
Unhinge my truth, unchristianize my heart?
Why nam'd I in these lines my wealth, my
race 18,

The consul's station, or the statesman's place;
The confidence I gain'd, the trusts I bore?-
See, my heart sickens to review them more!
Eoast as we will, dissemble as we can,
A pious peasant is the greater man.

(Known indistinctly once, and faintly seen)
Approach'd me; fair and graceful as a queen,
Now, (strange to tell!) she seem'd of human
size,

And now, her form angust half reach'd the skies.
Sweet-smiling, with an accent soft she said,
"Is this Boetius? Or Boetius' shade?
What sudden stroke of unexpected woe
Congeals thy tears, and wants the pow'r to flow?
Incapable of comfort or relief,

See a dumb image petrify'd with grief!
Th' impetuous storm arose not by degrees,
But bursts like hurricanes on Adria's seas 24"

She spoke, and to my throbbing heart apply'd
Her tender hand; "My son, my son," she
cry'd,
[ease;

"Med'cines, and not complaints, thy pangs must
False greatness, and false pride, are thy disease,"
Then with her other hand she touch'd my eyes,
Soft, as when Zephyr's breath o'er roses flies:
Instant my sense return'd, restor❜d and whole,
To re-possess its empire of the soul.

So, when o'er Phœbus low-buug clouds prevail,
Sleep on each hill, and sadden ev'ry dale;
Sudden, up-springing from the north, invades
A purging wind, which first disturbs the shades;
Thins the black phalanx; till with fury driv'n
Swift disappears the flying wreck of Heav'n:
To its own native blue the sky refines,
And the Sun's orb with double radiance shine.
The dame celestial mark'd with glad surprise

How hard the contest, and how sharp the strife | Recover'd reason lab'ring in my eyes,
To part the great from pageantry of life!
To wean the bearded infant from his toys,
Vain hops, vain honours, and still vainer joys!
See the proud demi-god in triumph sit,

With nauseous incense chok'd, and hireling wit;
Hymn'd by a chorus of self-serving tools,

And, kindly smiling, said, or seem'd to say;
"At length, my son, the intellectual ray
Just gleams the hopeful promise of a day.
Patients like thee must cautiously be fed
With milk diluted, and innoxious bread :
Permit me then in gentlest strains to give

The Nisroch 19 of his knaves, and calf 20 of Rules to die happy, and contented live;

fools!-

I'll dwell no longer on this angry theme 21;-
But sketch the moral picture of a dream 22.
One night, with grief o'er charg'd, with cares
opprest,

Like a sick child, I moan'd myself to rest:

16 Pretiosissimum generis humani decus Symmachus socer;

Vir totus ex sapientia, virtutibusque factus. Boet. de Consolat. L. II, Pros. 4. Socer Symmachus, sanctus, atque actu ipso reverendus. Ibid. L. I, Pros. 4. 17" In chusing men who are to discharge the highest offices, the safest conduct is to take the man who goes out of his way in order to decline it, and not the man who intrudes boldly for it." St. Bernard.

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And, when thy stomach can strong food digest,
My prudence shall administer the rest?.

I never leave my children on the road,
But lead each pilgrim to his blest abode 28.
"Suffice it first this wholesome truth t'im-
part;

Coy Fortune's absence stings thee to the heart:
A willing mistress to the young and bold,
But scornful of the tim'rous and the old :
Mere lust of change compell'd her to cashier
Her best lov'd Pompey in his fiftieth year.

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The frowns of a capricious jilt you mourn,
Who's thine or mine, and ev'ry man's by turn:
Were Fortune cr nstant, she's no more the same,
But, chang'd in species, takes another name.
Say, when that prodigy of falsehood smil'd,
And all the sorceress thy heart beguil'd;
When ev'ry joy that full possession gave
Rose to the highest relish man can crave;
Wast thou then happy to thy soul's desire?—
Something to seek, and something to require,
Still, still perplex'd thee, unforeseen before.-
Thy draughts were mighty, but thy dropsy more30.
'Tis granted, Fortune's vanish'd-and what then?
Thou'rt still as truly rich as all good men:
Thy mind's thy own; (if that be calm and
ev'n!)-

Thy faith in Providence, thy funds in Heav'n.
The Indian only took her jingling bells,
Her rags of silk, and trumpery of shells:
Virtue's a plunder of a cumb'rous make,
She cannot, and she does not chuse to take31..
Accept the inconstant, if she deigns to stay;
And, if she leaves thee, speed her on the way;
For where's the diff'rence, mighty reas'ner, say,
When man by death of all things is bereft,
If he leaves Fortune, or by Fortune's left32?
Fortune to Galba's door the diadem brought;
The door was clos'd, and other sons she sought:
Fortune's a woman, over fond or blind;
A step-dame now, and now a mother kind.

"A farther weakness in thy heart I read;
Thy prison shocks thee with unusual dread:
Dark solitude thy wav'ring mind appalis,
Damp floors, and low hung roofs, and naked
walls.

Yet here the mind of Socrates could soar;
And, being less than man, he rose to more.
Wish not to see new hosts of clients wait
In rows submissive through vast rooms of state;
Nor, on the litter of coarse rushes spread,
Lament the absence of thy downy bed:
Nor grieve thou, that thy plunder'd books afford
No consolation to their exil'd lord:
Read thy own heart35; its motions nicely scan ;
There's a sufficient library for man36.
And yet a nobler volume still remains ;
The book of Providence all truths contains:
For ever useful, and for ever clear,

To all men open, and to all men near:
By tyrants unsuppress'd, untouch'd by fire;
Old as mankind, and with mankind t' expire37.
"Next, what aggrieves thee most, is loss of
fame,

And the chaste pride of a once spotless name:
But mark, my son, the truths I shall impart,
And grave them on the tablets of thy heart:
The first keen stroke th' unfortunate shall find,
Is losing the opinion of mankind38:
Slander and accusation take their rise
From thy declining fortunes, not thy vice.

"Eschew the lust of pow'r, and pride of How rarely is a poor man highly deem'd;

life;

One jarring mass of counter-working strife!
Vain hopes, which only idiot minds employ ;
And fancy builds for fancy to destroy !
All must be wretched who expect too much;
Life's chymic gold proves recreant to the touch.
"The man who fears, nor hopes for earthly
things,

Disarms the tyrant, and looks down on kings:
Whilst the depending, craving, flatt'ring slave,
Makes his own chain that drags him to the
grave 33"

The goddess now, with mild and sober grace
Inclining, look'd me stedfast in the face.

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Thy exile next sits heavy on thy mind;
Thy pomp, thy wealth, thy villas, left behind,
Ah, quit these nothings to the hungry tribe;
States cannot banish thee; they may proscribe.
The good man's country is in ev'ry clime,
His God in ev'ry place, at ev'ry time;
In civiliz'd, or in barbarian lands,
Wherever Virtue breathes, an altar stands34!

29 Intelligo multiformes illius prodigii fucos.

3)

Largis cum potius muneribus fluens

Sitis ardescit habendi.

31 L. II, Pros. 1.

L. II, Pros. 1.

L. II, Metr. 2.

Or a rich upstart villain dis-esteem'd ?-
From chilly shades the gnats of fortune run
To buz in heat and twinkle in the sun;
Till Heav'n (at Heav'n's appointed season kind,)
Sweeps off th' Egyptian plague with such a wind,
That not one blood sucker is left behind.

"Boast not, nor grieve at good or evil fame39:
Be true to God, and thou art still the same.
Man cannot give thee virtues thou hast not,
Nor steal the virtues thou hast truly got.

"And what's the applause of learning or of
wit?

Critics unwrite whate'er the author writ:

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32 Quid igitur referre putes, tunè illam mo- accedit, quod existimatio plurimorum non rerum

ricendo deseras, an te illa fugiendo?

Lib. II, Pros. 3.
Quisquis composito serenus ævo
Nec speres aliquid, nec extimescas,
Exarmaveris impotentis iram.
At quisquis trepidus pavet, vel optat,
Nectit, qua valeat trahi, catenam.

4 L I, Pros. 5, Boetius.

Boet. L. I.

merita, sed fortunæ spectat eventum; eaque tantum judicat esse provisa, quæ felicitas commendaverit. Quo fit, ut existimatio bona, prima omnium deserat infelices.

Boetius, Ibid.

39 Si vis beatus esse, cogita hoc primum, contemnere et contemni; nondum es felix, si te turba non deriserit.

Antisthenis Dictum.

To a new fate this second life must yield,
And death will twice be master of the field 40.
"Nor grieve, nor murmur, nor indulge despair,
To see the villain cloth'd, and good man bare ;
To see impiety with pomp enthron'd ;—
(Virtue unsought for, honesty unown'd:)
Heav'n's dispensations no man can explore;
In this, to fathom God, is to be more!
Meer man but guesses the divine decree;
The most the Stagyrite himself could see,
Was the faint glimm'ring of contingency.
Yet deem not rich men happy, nor the poor
Unprosp'rous; wait th' event, and judge no more.
True safety to Heav'n's children must belong:
With God the rich are weak, the poor are strong.
Th' irrevocable sanction stands prepar'd;
Vice has its curse, and virtue its reward 41.
Conscience, man's centinel, forbids to stray,
Nor shows us the great gulf for Heav'n's high-

way.

"To serve the great, and aggrandise our pride,
We barter honour, and our faith beside :
Mindless of future bliss, and heav'nly fame,
We strip and sell the Christian to the name.
Ambition, like the sea by tempests tost,

Still makes new conquests for old conquests lost:
Court-favours lie above the common road
By modesty and humble virtue trod ;
Like trees on precipices, they display

Thy life's last hour (nor is it far from thee}
Is the last hour of human misery.
Extremes of grief or joy are rarely giv'n,
And last as rarely, by the will of Heav'n."
So spake Philosophy, and upwards flew,
Inspiring confidence as she withdrew.

Here let my just resentments cease to flow,
Here let me close my elegies of woe.

Rusticiana, fairest of the fair,

My present object, and my future care;
Be mindful of my children, and thy vows:-
And ('gainst thy judgment) Odefend thy spouse,
My children are my other self to thee:-
Heav'n you distrust if you lament for me.

Weep not my fate: is man to be deplor'd,
From a dark prison to free air restor❜d?
Admir'd by friends, and envy'd by my foes,
I die, when glory to the highest rose.
I've mounted to the summit of a ball;
If I go further, I descend, or fall.

| Hail death, thou lenient cordial of relief;
Preventive of my shame and of my grief!
Kind Nature crops me in full virtue's bloom 44,
Not left to shrink and wither for the tomb.
Shed not a tear, but vindicate thy pow'r,
Enrich'd like Egypt's soil without a show'r.
Fortune, which gave too much, did soon repine,
There was no solstice in a course like mine.
With calmness I my bleeding death behold;

Fair fruit, which none can reach but birds of Suns set in crimson-streams to rise in gold.

prey.

"All men from want, as from contagion, fly;
They weary Earth, and importune the sky;
Gain riches, and yet 'scape not poverty:
The once mean soul preserves its earthly part,
The beggar's flatt'ry, and the beggar's heart.
"In spite of titles, glory, kindred, pelf,
Lov'st thou an object better than thyself?
You answer, No.-If that, my son, be true,
Then give to God the thanks to God are due.
No man is crown'd the fav'rite of the skies,
Till Heav'n his faith by sharp affliction tries :
Nor chains, disgrace, nor tyrants can control
Th' ability to save th' immortal soul.
How oft did Seneca deplore his fate,
Debarr'd that recollection which you hate!
How often did Papinian waste his breath
T'implore like your's, a pausing time for
death 42?-

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Farewell, and may Heav'n's bounty heap on
thee,

(As more deserving) what it takes from me 45!--
That peace, which made thy social virtues shine,
The peace of conscience, and the peace divine,
Be ever, O thou best of women, thine!

Forgive, Almighty Pow'r, this worldly part;
These last convulsions of an husband's heart:
Give us thy self; and teach our minds to see
The Saviour and the Paraclete in thee!

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ADVERTISEMENT.

IT is to be hoped the reader will pardon me, if 1 take the liberty of prefixing to this elegy a slight advertisement, instead of inserting what fight seem too long for a note in the body of the poem.

particular places, where I discover neither boldness nor invention.-I owe also to Fenton the participle meandered; and to Sir W. D'Avenant the latinism of funeral ilicet.

As to compound epithets, those ambitiosa ornamenta 3 of modern poetry, Dryden has devis. ed a few of them, with equal diffidence and caution; but those few are exquisitely beautiMr. Pope seized on them as family diamonds, and added thereto an equal number, dug from his own inines, and heightened by his own polishing.

Having ventured (and I am sure it is licentia sumpta pudenter 1,) to introduce three or four new expressions in a volume of near five thou-ful. sand lines, and one, namely, dew-tinged ray, in the present elegy, I thought myself obliged to make some apology on that subject; since all innovations in poets like me, (who can only pretend to a certain degree of mediocrity) are more or less of an affected cast, and rarely to be excused; inasmuch as we have the vanity to teach others what we do not thoroughly understand

ourselves.

And here permit me to call that language of ours classical English, which is to be found in a few chosen writers inclusively from the times of Spencer till the death of Mr. Pope; for false refinements, after a language has arisen to a certain degree of perfection, give reasons to suspect that a language is upon the decline. The same circumstances have happened formerly, and the event has been almost invariably the same. Compare Statius and Claudian with Virgil and Horace: and yet the former was, if one may so speak, immediate heir at law to the latter.

I have known some of my cotemporary poets (and those not very voluminous writers) who have cined their one or two hundred words a man; whereas Dryden and Pope devised only about threescore words between them; many of which were compound epithets: but most of the words which they introduced into our language proved in the event to be vigorous and perennial plants, being chosen and raised from excellent offsets 2. - Juded the former author revived also a great number of ancient words and expressions; and this he did (beginning at Chaucer) with so much delicacy of choice, and in a manner so comprebensive, that he left the latter author (who was in that point equally judicious and sagacious) very little to do, or next to nothing.

Some few of Dryden's revived words I have presumed to continue; of which take the following instances; as gridéline, filmont, and carmine, (with reference to colours, and mixtures of colours ;) cymar, eygre, trine, EYPHKA, paraclete, panoply, rood, dorp, eglantine, orisons, aspirations, &c. I mention this, lest any one should be angry with me, or pleased with me in

I Horat.

2I must here make one exception. Dryden showed some weakness, in anglicising common French words, and those not over elegant, when at the same time we had synonymous words of our own growth. Thus, for example, he introduced leveé, coucheé, boute feu, simagres, fracheur, fougue, &c. Nor was he more lucky in the Italian falsarè:

his shield

Was falsify'd, and round with jav'lins fill'd.

Dryden's Virg.

Compound epithets first came into their great vogue about the year 1598. Shakespeare and Ben Jonson both ridiculed the ostentations and immoderate use of them, in their prologues to Troilus and Cressida and to Every Man in his Humour. By the above-named prologues it also appears, that bombast grew fashionable about the same era. Now in both instances an affected taste is the same as a false taste. The author of Hieronimo (who as I may venture to assure the reader, was one John Smith4) first led up the dance. Then came the bold and self-sufficient translator of Du Bartas 5, who broke down all the flood-gates of the true stream of eloquence (which formerly preserved the river clear, within due bounds, and full to its banks) and, like the rat in the LowCountry dikes, mischievously or wantonly deluged the whole land.

Of innovated phrases and words; of words revived; of compound epithets, &c, I may one day or other say more, in a distinct criticism on Dryden's poetry. It shall therefore only suffice to observe here, that our two great poetical masters never thought that the interposition of an hyphen, without just grounds and reasons, made a e mpound epithet. On the contrary, it was their opinion, (and to this opinion their practice was conformable) that such union should only be made between two nouns, as patriot-king, ideotlaugh, &c.—or between an adjective and noun, or noun and adjective, vice versa, or au adjective and participle; as laughter-loving, cloudcompelling, rosy-fingered, &c.--As also by an adverb used as part of an adjective, as you may see in the words well-concocted, well-digested, &c. But never by a full real adverb and adjective, as inly-pining, sadly-musing, and, to make free with myself, (though I only did it by way of irony) my expression of simply-marry'd epithets, of which sort of novelties modern poetry chiefly consists. Nor should such compound epithets be looked upon as the poet's making; for they owe their existence to the compositor of the press, and the intervention of an hyphen.

Much of the same analogy by which Dryden and Pope guided themselves in the present case, may be seen in the purer Greek and Roman languages: but all the hyphens in the world, (supposing hyphens had been then known) would not have truly joined together the dulce ridentem, or dulce loquentem, of Horace.

In a word, some few precautions of the pre

3 Horat.

✦ John Smith writ also the Hector of Germany. 5 Joshua Sylvester.

sent kind are not unnecessary: English poetry begins to grow capricious, fantastical, and affectedly luxuriant; and therefore (as Augustus said of Haterius) sufflaminari paululùm debet.

HOLY,
RELIGIOUS MELANCHOLY,

AN EMBLEMATICAL ELEGY,
PAINS and diseases; stripes and labour too!!
What more could Edom and proud Ashur do?"
Scourge after scourge, and blows succeeding

blows?

Lord, has thy hand no mercy, and our woes
No intermission? Gracious Being, please
To calm our fears, and give the body ease!
The poor man, and the slave of ev'ry kind, [find:
'Midst pains and toils may gleams of comfort
But who can bear the sickness of the mind?
The pow'r of Melancholy mounts the throne,
And makes the realms of wisdom half her own 2:
Not David's lyre, with David's voice conjoin'd,
Can drive th' oppressive phantom from the
mind 3?

No more the Sun delights, nor lawns, nor trees;
The vernal blossoms, or the summer's breeze.
No longer Echo makes the dales rejoice
With sportive sounds, and pictures of a voice 4:
Th' aerial choir, which sung so soft and clear,
Now grates harsh music to the froward ear:
The gently murmʼring rills offend from far,
And emulate the clangour of a war:

Books have no wit, the liveliest wits have none;
And hope, the last of ev'ry friend, is gone!
Nor rest nor joy to Virtue's self are giv'n,
Till the disease is rectify'd by Heav'n.
And yet this Iliad of intestine woes

(So frail is man) from seeming nothings rose:
A drop of acrid juice, a blast of air,
Th' obstruction of a tube as fine as hair;
Or spasm within a labyrinth of threads,
More subtile far than those the spider spreads ".
What sullen planet rul'd our hapless birth,
Averse from joys, and enemy of mirth?
Wat'ry Arcturus in a luckless place
South'd 6, and portended tears to all our race:
With him the weeping Pleiades conjoin,
And Mazzaroth made up the mournful trine 7:

1 The hint of this emblem is taken from our venerable and religious poet F. Quarles, L. III, Embl. 4. Mr. Dryden used to say, that Quarles exceeded him in the facility of rhyming.

Orion added noise to dumb despair,
And rent with hurricanes the driving air;
And last Absinthion his dire influence shed
Full on the heart, and fuller on the head.

Oft have we sought (and fruitless oft) to gain
A short parenthesis 'twixt pain and pain;
But, sick'ning at the cheerfulness of light,
The soul has languish'd for th' approach of night:
Again, immerst in shades, we seem to say,
O day-spring 9! gleam thy promise of a day.
On this side death th' unhappy sure are curst,
Who sigh for change, and think the present

worst:

Who weep unpity'd, groan without relief; "There is no end nor measure of their grief!" The happy have waste twelve-months to bestow; But those can spare all time, who live in woe! Whose liveliest hours are misery and thrall; Whose food is wormwood, and whose drink is gall".

Banish their grief, or ease their irksome load; Ephraim, at length, was favour'd by his God.

Ah, what is man, that demi-god on Earth? Proud of his knowledge, glorying in his birth; Profane corrector of th' Almighty's laws, Full of th' effect, forgetful of the cause! Why boast of reason, and yet reason ill? Why talk of choice, yet follow erring will? Why vaunt our liberty, and prove the slave Of all ambition wants, or follies crave? This is the lot of him, surnam❜d the wise, Who lives mistaken, and mistaken dies!

The sick less happy, and yet happier live; For pains and maladies are God's reprieve: This respite, 'twixt the grave and cradle giv'n, Is th' interpos'd parenthesis of Heav'n!

Scripture-astronomy these three were all watery signs, and emblematical of grief. The fourth constellation, named Orion, threatened mankind with hurricanes and tempests. Sandys understood the passage in the same manner as I do. See his excellent Paraphrase on Job, folio, page 49, London 1637. Mention is again made of the Seven Stars, (Pleiades) and of Orion, Amos, ch. v, v. 6-and Job, ch. ix, v. 9.

8 The star of bitterness, called Wormwood, Rev. ch. viii, v. 10.

9 Job, ch. xxxviii, v. 12. Luke, ch. I, v. 78. 'Avaroλn i§ us. This poetical word, dayspring, expressing the dawn of morning, has been never adopted by our poets, as far as we can recollect.

10 Deut. ch. xxviii, v. 66, 67.

Quarles's book, and the emblematical prints therein contained, are chiefly taken from the "And thy life shall hang in doubt before Pia Desideria of Hugo Hermannus. The en- thee, and thou shalt fear day and night, and gravings were originally designed by that cele-shalt have no assurance of thy life. In the brated artist C. Van Sichem. morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! For the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes wherewith thou shalt see." See also Job, ch. ill.

2 Dan. ch. iv, v. 34.

31 Sam. ch. xvi, v. 23.

Agreeably to this, is a lovely piece of imagery in the holy Scriptures.

The Earth mourneth and languisheth; Lebanon is ashamed, and hewn down; Sharon is like a wilderness; Bashan and Carmel shake off their fruits." Isaiah, ch. xxxiii, v. 9.

5 Isaiah, ch. lix, v. 5.

• South'd, a received term in astrology,

v. 8.

11 Jerem. ch. xxiii, v. 15.

12 lbid. ch. xxxi, v. 20. "Ephraim is my dear son;-for, since I spake against him, I do earnestly remember him still: therefore my bowels are troubled for him: I will surely have

7 Job, ch, xxxviii v. 31, 32. According to mercy upon him, saith the Lord."

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