And, cherish'd with the warm Sun's quick'ning heat, No foreign gums, nor essence fetch'd from far, No sumptuous chimney-piece of shining stone And coldly entertain his sight; but clear With imagery this structure's naked face: They throng with living men their merry hall, Of choicest relish, till his oaken back That therefore Wrest of narrowness complains, Or straighten❜d walls; for she more numerous trains Without the gate; but she within the door Nor crown'd with wheaten wreaths doth Ceres stand Amalthea was the daughter of Melissus, king of Crete. She is fabled to have fed Jupiter, while an infant, with the milk of a goat, whose horn the god afterwards made her a present of, endued with this virtue, that whoever possessed it, should have every thing they wished for. Hence it was called the horn of plenty: Employs her skill; for where the neighbour source Pours forth her waters, she directs her course, And entertains the flowing streams in deep And spacious channels, where they slowly creep In snaky windings, as the shelving ground Leads them in circles, till they twice surround This island mansion, which, i' th' centre plac'd, Is with a double crystal Heaven embrac❜d; In which our wat'ry constellations float, Our fishes, swans, our waterman and boat, Envy'd by those above, which wish to slake Their star-burnt limbs in our refreshing lake; But they stick fast nail'd to the barren sphere, Whilst our increase, in fertile waters here, Disport, and wander freely where they please "Within the circuit of our narrow seas. With various trees we fringe the water's brink, Whose thirsty roots the soaking moisture drink, And whose extended boughs in equal ranks Yield fruit, and shade, and beauty to the banks. On this side young Vertumnus sits, and courts His ruddy-cheek'd Pomona; Zephyr sports On the other with lov'd Flora, yielding there Sweets for the smell, sweets for the palate here. But did you taste the high and mighty drink Which from that luscious fountain flows, you'd think The god of wine did his plump clusters bring, And crush the Falern* grape into our spring; Or else, disguis'd in wat'ry robes, did swim To Ceres' bed, and make her beg of him, The grape of Falernus is celebrated by all antiquity. It was produced from vines of a peculiar strength and flavour which grew in the Falernian fields in Campania. Begetting so himself on her: for know, Thus I enjoy myself, and taste the fruit TO MY WORTHY FRIEND, MASTER D'AVENANT,* UPON HIS EXCELLENT PLAY, THE JUST ITALIAN, I'LL not mispend in praise the narrow room I have beheld, when perch'd on the smooth brow * This gentleman, who was supposed, but with the greatest improbability, to be a natural son of Shakespeare, was one of the first poets of his time. It was he who harmonized the stage. He first introduced scenery, and the order and decorum of the French theatre upon the British one. He succeeded Ben Jonson as poetlaureate to Charles. Now noise prevails, and he is tax'd for drowth But thy strong fancies (raptures of the brain, As a bold impious reach; for they'll still slight Of serious sense, but the lips meet like meat; * After the restoration, there were two companies of players formed, one under the title of the king's servants, the other under that of the duke's company, both by patent from the crown; the first granted to Mr. Killigrew, and the latter to Sir William D'Avenant. The king's servants acted first at the Red Bull, in St. John's street, and afterwards at the Cockpit, in Drury Lane; to which place our poet here alludes. It seems, by the verses before us, that though Killigrew's company was much inferior to D'Avenant's it was more successful; though the company of the latter, who performed at the duke's theatre in Lincoln-Inn-Fields, acted the pieces of Shakespeare, Jonson, Beaumont, and were headed by the celebrated Betterton. |