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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A28571	The art of poetry written in French by the Sieur de Boileau ; made English.; Art poétique. English	Boileau Despréaux, Nicolas, 1636-1711.; Soames, William, Sir.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1683 (1683)	Wing B3464; ESTC R3959	16,988	70

Charming Art To please the Sense needs not corrupt the Heart His heat will never cause a guilty Fire To follow Virtue then be your desire In vain your Art and Vigor are exprest Th'obscene expression shows th' Infected breast But above all base Jealousies avoid In which detracting Poets are employ'd A noble Wit dares lib'rally commend And scorns to grudge at his deserving Friend Base Rivals who true Wit and Merit hate Caballing still against it with the Great Maliciously aspire to gain Renown By standing up and pulling others down Never debase your self by Treacherous ways Nor by such abject methods seek for praise Let not your only bus'ness be to Write Be Virtuous Just and in your Friends delight 'T is not enough your Poems be admir'd But strive your Conversation be desir'd Write for immortal Fame nor ever chuse Gold for the object of a gen'erous Muse. I know a noble Wit may without Crime Receive a lawful Tribute for his time Yet I abhor those Writers who despise Their Honor and alone their Profit prize Who their Apollo basely will degrade And of a noble Science make a Trade Before kind Reason did her Light display And Government taught Mortals to obey Men like wild Beasts did Nature's Laws pursue They fed on Herbs and drink from Rivers drew Their Brutal force on Lust and Rapine bent Committed Murders without Punishment Reason at last by her all-conquering Arts Reduc'd these Savages and Tun'd their hearts Mankind from Bogs and Woods and Caverns calls And Towns and Cities fortifies with Walls Thus fear of Justice made proud Rapine cease And shelter'd Innocence by Laws and Peace These benefits from Poets we receiv'd From whence are rais'd those Fictions since believ'd That Orpheus by his soft Harmonious strains Tam'd the fierce Tigers of the Thracian Plains Amphion's Notes by their melodious pow'rs Drew Rocks Woods and rais'd the Theban Tow'rs These Miracles from numbers did arise Since which in Verse Heav'n taught his Mysteries And by a Priest possess'd with rage Divine Apollo spoke from his Prophetick Shrine Soon after Homer the old Heroes prais'd And noble minds by great Examples rais'd Then Hesiod did his Graecian Swains incline To till the Fields and prune the bounteous Vine Thus useful Rules were by the Poets aid In easy numbers to rude men convey'd And pleasingly their Precepts did impart First Charm'd the Ear and then ingag'd the Heart The Muses thus their Reputation rais'd And with just Gratitude in Greece were prais'd With pleasure Mortals did their Wonders see And Sacrific'd to their Divinity But Want at last base Flatt'ry entertain'd And old Parnassus with this Vice was stain'd Desire of gain dazling the Poets Eyes 〈◊〉 VVorks were fill'd with fulsome flatteries Thus needy Wits a vile revenue made And Verse became a mercenary Trade Debase not with so mean a Vice thy Art If Gold must be the Idol of thy heart Fly fly th' unfruitful Heliconian strand Those streams are not inrich'd with Golden Sand Great Wits as well as Warriors only gain Laurels and Honors for their Toyl and Pain But what an Author cannot live on Fame Or pay a Reck'ning with a lofty Name A Poet to whom Fortune is unkind Who when he goes to bed has hardly din'd Takes little pleasure in Parnassus Dreams Or relishes the Heliconian streams Horace had Ease and Plenty when he writ And free from cares for money or for meat Did not expect his dinner from his wit 'T is true but Verse is cherish'd by the Great And now none famish who deserve to eat What can we fear when Virtue Arts and Sence Receive the Stars propitious Influence When a sharp-sighted Prince by early Grants Rewards your Merits and prevents your Wants Sing then his Glory Celebrate his Fame Your noblest Theme is his immortal Name Let mighty Spencer raise his reverend head Cowley and Denham start up from the dead Waller his age renew and Off'rings bring Our Monarch's praise let bright-ey'd Virgins sing Let Dryden with new Rules our Stage refine And his great Models form by this Design But where 's a Second Virgil to Rehearse Our Hero's Glories in his Epic Verse What Orpheus sing his Triumphs o'er the Main And make the Hills and Forests move again Show his bold Fleet on the Batavian shore And Holland trembling as his Canons roar Paint Europe's Balance in his steady hand Whilst the two Worlds in expectation stand Of Peace or War that wait on his Command But as I speak new Glories strike my Eyes Glories which Heav'n it Self does give and prize Blessings of Peace that with their milder Rayes Adorn his Reign and bring Saturnian Dayes Now let Rebellion Discord Vice and Rage That have in Patriots Forms debauc h'd our Age Vanish with all the Ministers of Hell His Rayes their poys'nous Vapors shall dispel 'T is He alone our safety did create His own firm Soul secur'd the Nation 's Fate Oppos'd to all the boutfeaus of the State Authors for Him your great indeavours raise The loftiest Numbers will but reach his praise For me whose Verse in Satyr has been bred And never durst Heroic Measures tread Yet you shall see me in that famous Field With Eyes and Voice my best assistance yield Offer you Lessons that my Infant Muse Learnt when the Horace for her Guide did chuse Second your Zeal with Wishes Heart and Eyes And afar off hold up the glorious Prize But pardon too if Zealous for the Right A strict observer of each Noble slight From the fine Gold I separate th' Allay And show how hasty Writers sometimes stray Apter to blame than knowing how to mend A sharp but yet a necesary Friend FINIS ERRATA PAge 2. line 13 for or read of p. 22. l. 8. for their r. his p. 29. l. 7. for as r. us p. 53. l. 7. for licke r I like * Dubartas Translated by Sylvester * Verse of Scudery * The Mock-Tempest a Play written by Mr. Duffet † Hudebrass † Verse of Brebeuf * Verse of Dubartas * Fairfax in his Translation of Godfrey of Bullen * Flute Pipe * Virg. Eclog. 4. † An old way of Writing which began and ended with the same Measure * D. Logan a Graver * Writ by Mr. Dryden * The beginning and progress of Tragedies * Artamen the name of Cyrus in Scuderies Romance * Seneca Trag. * St. Amant † The first line of Scuderies Alaric * Virgils Eneids * The Kings Archetects * The Cid Translated into English

Sence Displease us if ill English give offence A barb'rous Phrase no Reader can approve Nor Bombast Noise or Affectation Love In short without pure Language what you Write Can never yield us Profit or Delight Take time for thinking never work in hast And value not your self for writing fast A rapid Poem with such fury writ Shews want of Judgment not abounding Wit More pleas'd we are to see a River lead His gentle Streams along a flow'ry Mead Than from high Banks to hear loud Torrents roar With foamy Waters on a Muddy Shore Gently make haste of Labour not afraid A hundred times consider what you 've said Polish repolish every Colour lay And sometimes add but oft'ner take away T is not enough when swarming Faults are writ That here and there are scattered Sparks of Wit Each Object must be fix'd in the due place And diff'ring parts have Corresponding Grace Till by a curious Art dispos'd we find One perfect whole of all the pieces join'd Keep to your Subject close in all you say Nor for a sounding Sentence ever stray The publick Censure for your Writings fear And to your self be Critic most severe Fantastic Wits their darling Follies love But find You faithful Friends that will reprove That on your Works may look with careful Eyes And of your Faults be zealous Enemies Lay by an Author's Pride and Vanity And from a Friend a Flatterer descry Who seems to like but means not what he says Embrace true Counsel but suspect false Praise A Sycophant will every thing admire Each Verse each Sentence sets his Soul on Fire All is Divine there 's not a Word amiss He shakes with Joy and weeps with Tenderness He over-pow'rs you with his mighty Praise Truth never moves in those impetuous ways A Faithful Friend is careful of your Fame And freely will your heedless Errors blame He cannot pardon a neglected Line But Verse to Rule and Order will confine Reproves of words the too affected sound Here the Sence flags and your expression's round Your Fancy tires and your Discourse grows vain Your Terms improper make them just and plain Thus 't is a faithful Friend will freedom use But Authors partial to their Darling Muse Think to protect it they have just pretence And at your Friendly Counsel take offence Said you of this that the Expression's flat Your Servant Sir you must excuse me that He answers you This word has here no grace Pray leave it out That Sir 's the proper'st place This Turn I like not 'T is approv'd by all Thus resolute not from a fault to fall If there 's a Syllable of which you doubt 'T is a sure Reason not to blot it out Yet still he says you may his Faults confute And over him your pow'r is absolute But of his feign'd Humility take heed 'T is a Bait lay'd to make you hear him read And when he leaves you happy in his Muse Restless he runs some other to abuse And often finds for in our scribling times No Fool can want a Sot to praise his Rhymes The flattest work has ever in the Court Met with some Zealous Ass for its support And in all times a forward Scribling Fop Has found some greater Fool to cry him up End of the first Canto Canto II. Pastoral AS a fair Nymph when Rising from her bed With sparkling Diamonds dresses not her head But without Gold or Pearl or costly Scents Gathers from neighb'ring Fields her Ornaments Such lovely in its dress but plain withal Ought to appear a Perfect Pastoral It s humble method nothing has of fierce But hates the ratling of a lofty Verse There Native beauty pleases and excites And never with harsh Sounds the Ear affrights But in this stile a Poet often spent In rage throws by his Rural Instrument And vainly when disorder'd thoughts abound Amid'st the Eclogue makes the Trumpet Sound Pan flyes Alarm'd into the neighb'ring Woods And frighted Nymphs dive down into the Floods Oppos'd to this another low in stile Makes Shepherds speak a Language base and vile His Writings flat and heavy without Sound Kissing the Earth and creeping on the ground You 'd swear that Randal in his Rustick Strains Again was quav'ring to the Country Swains And changing without care of Sound or Dress Strephon and Phyllis into Tom and Bess. Twixt these extreams 'tis hard to keep the right For Guides take Virgil and read Theocrite Be their just Writings by the Gods inspir'd Your constant Pattern practis'd and admir'd By them alone you 'l easily comprehend How Poets without shame may condescend To sing of Gardens Fields of Flow'rs and Fruit To stir up Shepherds and to tune the Flute Of Love's rewards to tell the happy hour Daphne a Tree Narcissus made a Flower And by what means the Eclogue yet has pow'r To make the Woods worthy a Conqueror This of their Writings is the grace and flight Their risings lofty yet not out of Sight Elegy The Elegy that loves a mournful stile With unbound hair weeps at a Funeral Pile It paints the Lovers Torments and Delights A Mistress Flatters Threatens and Invites But well these Raptures if you 'l make us see You must know Love as well as Poetry I hate those Lukewarm Authors whose forc'd Fire In a cold stile describes a hot Desire That sigh by Rule and raging in cold blood Their sluggish Muse whip to an Amorous mood Their feign'd Transports appear but flat and vain They always sigh and alwayes hug their Chain Adore their Prison and their Suff'rings bless Make Sence and Reason quarrel as they please 'T was not of old in this affected Tone That Smooth Tibullus made his Amorous moan Nor Ovid when Instructed from above By Nature's Rules he taught the Art of Love The Heart in Elegies forms the Discourse Ode The Ode is bolder and has greater force Mounting to Heav'n in her Ambitious flight Amongst the Gods and Heroes takes delight Of Pisa's Wrestlers tells the Sin'ewy force And sings the dusty Conqueror's glorious Course To Simois streams does fierce Achilles bring And makes the Ganges bow to Britan's King Somtimes she flies like an Industrious Bee And robs the Flow'rs by Nature's Chymistry Describes the Shepherds Dances Feasts and Bliss And boasts from Phyllis to surprise a Kiss When gently she resists with feign'd remorse That what she grants may seem to be by force Her generous stile at random oft will part And by a brave disorder shows her Art Unlike those fearful Poets whose cold Rhyme In all their Raptures keep exactest time That sing th' Illustrious Hero's mighty praise Lean Writers by the terms of Weeks and Dayes And dare not from least Circumstances part But take all Towns by strictest Rules of Art Apollo drives those Fops from his abode And some have said that once the humorous God Resolving all such Scriblers to confound For the short Sonnet order'd this strict bound Set Rules for the just Measure and the Time The easy