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The Second, fourth, and seventh satyrs of Monsieur Boileau imitated with some other poems and translations, written upon several occasions.
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Boileau Despréaux, Nicolas, 1636-1711.
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1696
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And from her Eyes an arrow threw Fluttering a while like wounded thrush Whose wing just touch'd by fatal shot Leaps up and down from bush to bush And after all away it Got. I still pursu'd it with a glance And saw it to the fountain rove Where tender Nymphs had us'd to dance I b'lieve to quench it's flames of Love Diana with her Nymphs was there And each disclos'd an amorous Soul They each pretended to a share For beauty each deserv'd the whole Goddess cry'd I the pray resign With forty darts I pierc'd it thro' The only time I made it mine And now I come and bring it You. St. Ah! Nymph why wast thou so severe Can that so many darts endure Do. Oh! these are Pelian darts my Dear And what they wound they cure Thus what I 've conquer'd I restore Here take it gentle swain St. No keep it give it me no more For I shall lose 't again Do. If I keep Yours Strephon accept of mine To You my heart I perfectly resign Ne're fear its being lost Your Nymph assures That can't be any bodys else but Yours To a Freind in the Country who desir'd him to send him the News AMidst the hurry of the busy Town Where I can Scarcely call one hour My own Where all those noisy hindrances I find That discompose a serious thoughtful mind You tell me I must write and let you know How things at London since your absence go What fashions are new-started and from whence Whether of English growth or sent from France What recreations are in vogue what Plays Censorious Criticks damn and what they praise Who sighs for who and what admiring Beaux In lamentable Song or sensless prose Their passions to Your Celia do disclose In fine You 'd ha' me send you all the News Private or Publick Letters can produce And the whole Catalogue of lies recite Which Baldwin prints or Pyke and Dyer write Excuse me Sir if all you want is this I needs must tell you that you ask amiss All this and more is to your Barbour known He hears when where and how all things are done Verst i th' Arcana of each neighbouring state As well as if he manag'd the debate And President in ev'ry council sate Ask him what Buffleurs do's at Leige design When cautious Catinat invests Turin Or how Joyeux will act upon the Rhine Where Nesmond Sails What'er you 'd wish to learn That Europe's present welfare does concern With the same quickness he can run ye o're As beggars tell their wants from door to door Or a vain Quack his Jargon does repeat When he the gazing crowd designs to cheat Nor can I either spend my Ink or Time To count the Fools who their 's abuse in Rhime Nor let you know how with some monster's sight Lincolns-Inn-Fields and Bridges-Street each night Vainly endeavour people to delight 'T is very difficult I must confess To say which suffers most the Stage or Press They both with monstrous Births so often teem And trifles which besotted Authors dream That with impatience we expect to see When Dryden Congreve or bold Wycherly Will draw in their defence and set 'em free But 'till the Town beholds those happy days 'T will scarce see more new fashons then new Plays TO His HIGHNESS the DUKE of GLOVCESTER Vpon his Installment at Windsor ON Fryday July 24th 1696. TO You Great Prince whose Royal birth does joyn In one the Danish Scotch and English line Who from an Ancient stock of Monarchs trace Th' illustrious Authors of your mighty race With joy her early tribute Honor brings And ranks your Childhood with the greatest Kings Justly conferring Dignities on You Which only are to God-like vertue due Nor can Your want of Years their worth degrade For Hero's are like Poets born not made TO SYLVIA Carrying Scaron 's NOVELS to Church instead of a Common-Pray'r Book SYlvia the Ends of going to Church Are many we own 'T is to all of us known Without any farther search But of this I had scarce any notion 'Till it was made plain That some Amorous swain Was the object of your Devotion If that be Your case your mistake do not smother For ev'ry one knows If this way your heart goes 'T is not fit that your prayers should go t'other But then what Religion d' ye drive at For I begin to doubt Since I have found out That to Common prayer you prefer Private After all I should think you Protestant But that I can prove You 'r o th' Family of Love And no doubt but You 'l soon make the best an 't Yet nevertheless To You Sylvia I guess The promis'd reward will be giv'n For as Iv'e heard say Much to love and to pray Is the only sure way to reach Heav'n TO THE Learned Rich. Blackmore M. D. On his Ingenious POEM PRINCE ARTHUR GReat is His task and great should be his fame Whose noble toyls a stately Pallace frame Where just proportion shapes each finish'd part And the materials suit the builder's art In whose design both use and beauty share Dividing equally his skilful care Nor less deserves the Bard who dares to raise His tuneful voice in some great Hero's praise And boldly Sing the Man whose glorious name Convey'd to us from distant Ages came Who all those triumphs our Fore-Fathers saw Knows in such lively Colours how to draw That we amaz'd his wond'rous virtues view Envy yet wish to imitate 'em too Such is thy Arthur such thy matchless Song Sweet yet Majestick beautiful yet strong Both so surprizing that we hardly know To which the greater debt we Brittains owe. To Him who bravely for our Country fought Or You who all his Battles thus have wrote That Bards to come when they thy work shall see Him shall admire and write in praise of Thee Some Brittish Monarch then whose mighty name Rival's the Conquering Macedonian's fame Like him will weep when in immortal Rhime Plac'd beyond all the vain efforts of time He saw Pelides's God-like actions live And ruin'd Troy's unhappy fall survive He 'l weep and weeping wish that bounteous Heaven Which gave him Arthur's Soul Thine to some Bard had giv'n To thee Great Poet and Physitian too A double portion of our praise is due The Muses lay with Lethergy opprest 'Till you by Sov'raign Art their ills redrest Taught 'em to scorn the Stage's trifling game And at a higher mark direct their aim To it 's first strength you Poetry restore By You encourag'd she again dares Soar And her disease with Saul departing feels While David-like thy Muse both Sings and heals In spite of Criticks rage great Sir go on Perfect the cure you have so well begun Nor mind what men of witty malice say Whose various fancy should you once obey Like the fam'd Painter's piece your work wou'd be Which chang'd to please each nice spectator's eye Became at last all o're deformity Blush not t' have dug thy oar from Virgil's mine The
THE Second Fourth and Seventh SATYRS OF Monsieur BOILEAU IMITATED With some other POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS Written upon several occasions ubi quid datur otî Illudo chartis Hor. Sat. 4. Lib. Serm. 1. LONDON Printed for R. Sare at Grays-Inn-Gate in Holbourn and H. Hindmarsh at the Golden-Ball in Cornhill 1696. To MADAM MARIABELLA SEDGWYCK MADAM WERE the having receiv'd one Favour Encouragement enough for the Person thus oblig'd to beg another and were the Singular Freeness with which it was confer'd Sufficient to let him hope that he should not ask in vain then have I no ordinary assurance that a New Request will meet with success who have receiv'd from your hands more Favours and Greater then I had ever any reason to Expect of which I Shall only mention the Greatest your CONVERSATION I am very well satisfied that by one of that Obliging Temper for which Your Self are remarkable to ask New Favours may be look'd upon as the best way of showing our Esteem for past ones and returns are not expected from one whose Power is so little that he cannot make 'em Suitable and his Acknowledgments so great that he would not make them otherwise Such Considerations as these have been the Occasion of this Bold Attempt and made me presumptuously entertain some thoughts that what I had here wrote might not be altogether unacceptable to You. This had I Dedicated to any other Person I might then have reasonably fear'd lest it should Suffer under that Patronage whereas at present I believe it will justly argue a point of Prudence in a Man who mistrusts the Sufficiency of his endeavours like me to have recourse to one who is able to maintain 'em like YOU I must confess I have a great deal of Reason to fear you will be too severe in your Sentiments of these Compositions when You shall give your self the Trouble to read 'em over both because your Judgment 's so Great and my Performances so Mean The same apprehensions will those Pieces more particularly that are Imitated from the French raise in me your acquaintance with that Language being so intimate and mine but just Sprung So that had I not Experienc'd your Candour I had had no colour for the Pretence of this Epistle which if it meet with a kind Reception will be the greatest Satisfaction in the world to Madam Your most Oblig'd Humble Servant c. THE PREFACE THere are a thousand People perhaps tho' I know no reason why half the Number should concern themselves about me will be so inquisitive as to ask who is the Author I presume not out of any particular Curiosity they have to be acquainted with the Person but purely out of custom However let 'em assure themselves that if I had had a mind they should know I would have inserted my name in the Title Page to be seen the first thing that 's look'd upon without any more to do Which when they find I have omitted they may conclude I had no such design If indeed I had the happiness of being known abroad I mean remarkably so and upon a good account I might then probably imagine that my Name prefix'd would be a considerable Addition to the Book and a stamp sufficient to make it current But now if the Success it meets withall in the World be not altogether answerable to my Expectations I am with mankind but just where I was before and hug my self for my Prudence in not making my self publick and following the General cry seem the busiest Man in Railing against it as thinking that the safest way to prevent Discovery like a cunning Rogue that crys stop Theif the lowdest because he himself would not fall under suspicion But the greatest Kindness I propose to my self in this Concealment of my Name Is not because I look upon what I have done to be any ways unaccountable but because I think it below a man that does not make it altogether his business to make it any Part of his Business or at least to profess it as such For if I propose Poetry as a diversion only without any farther aim I must not so much as seem to desire to grow remarkable upon that account which I must unavoidably do if I acknowledge what I have here writ to be mine And tho' I would do something of this Nature when I have nothing in the World else to do yet I am so far from desiring that it should be thought a part of my Study that I would not be known to have done any thing like this even for my recreation Tho' what K. Charles was pleas'd to say to Sir John Denham upon the like occasion will excuse me too which was that when men were Young and had little else to do it was very Allowable for them to vent the Overflowings of their Fancy this way but if they persisted in this course it would look as if they minded not the way to any better Employment And for that reason I take my leave of all things of this Nature And from hence too I hope it will evidently appear that I have no such mean thing as Honour in my Eye unless you can suppose that a man would retreat into a solitude on purpose to make himself known to all the World for tho' the Person 's reputation whosoever he be may be as great whilst he remains unknown as when he is not so yet he that runs at Fame will receive little Satisfaction from that praise which he can't own due to himself For tho' I know that all these Commendations are confer'd upon a certain Person that wrote such a certain Book at such a certain time yet so long as I am not known to have done this so long as I can't digito monstrari et dicier hic est Jack a Nokes receives as much Honor from these performances as I and for that reason shall Jack a Nokes receive as much disgrace if they don't succeed 'T is the same thing if we view a fine Picture we are apt to judge it to be done by a Masterly stroke but if we are ignorant that Kneller's pencill drew the Piece a sign post dawber may have the Reputation of it as well as He. However if I won't tell you my name yet I hope I may be allow'd to give you some character of my self I am then ugly and illnatur'd enough for a Wit poor enough for a wit whimsical enough for a wit and have elder Brothers enough for a wit so here are the Signs at least how short soever I may fall of the thing and tho' I say it I can call my self Poet with as much Authority as a Scotch Pedlar calls himself Merchant or a fellow that stroles up and down with a Village Bag-pipe write himself if he can Musician The second thing that perhaps these men may impertinently enquire into is why I write to whom I would answer were it worth my while without pleading Humour interest or the like