In loyal libels we have often told him
How one has jilted him, the other fold him;
How that affects to laugh, how this to weep:
But who can rail fo long as he can fleep?
Was ever prince by two at once misled,
False, foolish, old, ill-natur`d, and ill-bred ?
Earnely and Aylesbury, with all that race
Of buly blockheads, fhall have here no place;
At council fat as foils on Dorfet's fcore,
To make that great falfe jewel fhine the more;
Who all that while was thought exceeding wife,
Only for taking pains and telling lies.
But there'sno meddlingwith fuch nauteous men;
Their very names have tir'd my lazy pen:
'Tis time to quit their company, and choofe
Some fitter fubject for a sharper Muse.
Firft let's behold the merrieft man alive
Against his carelefs genius vainly strive;
Quit his dear eafe, fome deep defign to lay,
'Gainst a fet time; and then forget the day:
Yet he will laugh at his bett friends; and be
Juft as good company as Nokes and Lee.
But when he aims at reafon or at rule,
He turns himself the best to ridicule.
Let him at bus'nefs ne'er so earnest fit,
Shew him but mirth, and bait that mirthwithwit;
That fhadow of a jest shall be enjoy'd,
Though he left all mankind to be destroy'd.
So cat transform'd fat gravely and demure,
Till moule appear'd, and thought himself fecure;
But foon the lady had him in her eye,
And from her friend did juft as oddly fly.
Reaching above our nature does no good;
We must fall back to our old flesh and blood:
As, by our little Machiavel, we find
That nimbleft creature of the bufy kind,
His limbs are crippled, and his body bakes;
Yet his hard mind, which all this buitle makes,
No pity of its poor companion takes.
What gravity can hold from laughing out,
To fee him drag his feeble legs about,
Like hounds ill-coupled? Jowler lugs him ftill
Thro' hedges, ditches, and thro' all that's ill.
'Twere crime in any man but him alone,
To ufe a body fo, tho' 'tis one's own:
Yet this falfe comfort never gives him o'er,
Thatwhilfthecreepshisvig'rousthoughts canfoar:
Alas! that foaring, to thofe few that know,
Is but a bufy grov'ling here below.
So men in rapture think they mount the sky,
Whilft on the ground th'entrancedwretches lie:
So modern tops have fancied they could fly.
As the new earl with parts deferving praile,
And wit enough to laugh at his own ways;
Yet lofes all foft days and fenfual nights,
Kind nature checks, and kinder fortune lights;
Striving against his quiet all he can,
For the five notion of a bufy man.
And what is that, at best, but one whofe mind
Is made to tire himfelf and all mankind?
For 1 eland he would go; 'faith, let him reign;
For if fome odd fantastic lord would fain
Carry in trunks, and all my drudg`ry do,
I'll not only pay him, but admire him too.
But is there any other beaft that lives,
Who his own harm fo wittingly contrives
Will any dog, that has his teeth and stone.
Refin'dly leave his bitches and his bones
To turn a wheel? and bark to be employ'c
While Venus is by rival dogs enjoy'd?
Yet this fond man, to get a itatefman's nam
Forfeits his friends, his freedom, and his fa
Though fatire nicely writ no humour ftin
But those who merit praise in other things
Yet we must needs this one exception mak
And break our rules for folly Tropos fake
Who was too much defpis'd to be accus'd
And therefore scarce deferves to be abus'd
Rais'd only by his mercenary tongue,
For railing fimoothly, and for reas'ning wr
As boys on holidays let loose to play,
Lay waggish traps for girls that pass that w
Then thout to fee in dirt and deep diftrefs
Some filly cit in her flower'd foolish drefs;
So have I mighty fatisfaction found,
To fee his tinfel reafon on the ground:
To fee the florid fool defpis'd, and know it,
By fome who fcarce have words enough to
For fenfe fits filent, and condemns for wea
The finer, nay fometimes the wittiest speak
But 'tis prodigious fo much eloquence
Should be acquir'd by fuch little sense;
For words and wit did anciently agree;
And Tully was no fool, though this man
At bar abufive, on the bench unable,
Knave on the woolfack, fop at council-tah
Thefe are the grievances of fuch fools as w
Be rather wife than honeft, great than good
Some other kind of wits must be made kno
Whofe harmlefs errors hurt themfelves alor
Excefs of luxury they think can please,
And laziness call loving of their ease ;
To live diffolv'd in pleafure ftill they feign
Though their whole life's but intermitting p
So much of furfeits, head-achs, claps, are fe
We fcarce perceive the little time between
Well-meaning men who make this grofs mia.
And pleafure lofe only for pleature's fake;
Each pleasure has its price; and when we p
Too much of pain, we fquander life away.
Thus Dorfet, purring like a thoughtful c Married; but wifer pufs ne'er thought of th And firft he worried her with railing rhyme Like Pembroke's maftiff's at his kindest time Then for one night fold all his flavish life, A teeming widow, but a barren wife; Swell'd by contact of fuch a fulfome toad, He lugg'd about the matrimonial load; Till fortune, blindly kind as well as he, Has ill reftor'd him to his liberty! Which he would ufe in his old freaking wa Drinking all night, and dozing all the day, Duil as Ned Howard, whom his britker time Had fam'd for dulnefs in malicious rhymes.
Mulgrave had much ado to 'fcape the int Tho' learn'd in all thofe arts that cheat the t For, after all his vulgar marriage-mocks, With beauty dazzled, Numps was in the f
Dents dried their weeping eyes,
To catch a tartar for his prize;
Tattown waited the wifh'd-for change
Balds fmil'd in hopes of fweet revenge;
Tirth plot made us with forrow fee,
Ja, his perfon too was free:
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Who, for the wretched remnants of a fire,
Muft toil all day in ashes and in mire.
So lewdly dull his idle works appear,
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How vain a thing is man, and how unwife;
Ev'n he who would himself the most despise!
I, who fo wife and humble feem to be,
Now my own vanity and pride can't fee.
While the world's nonfenfe is fo fharply fhewn,
We pull down others but to raise our own:
That we may angels feem, we paint them elves,
And are but fatires to fet up ourselves.
I (who have all this while been finding fault,
Ev'n with my mafter, who firit fatire taught;
And did by that defcribe the task fo hard,
It feem'd ftupendous and above reward)
Now labour with unequal force to climb
That lofty hill, unreach'd by former time;
'Tis juft that I fhould to the bottom fall;
Learn to write well, or not to write at all.
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§ 32. Cymon and Iphigenia. Dryden.
Poeta loquitur.
OLD as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The pow'r of beauty I remember yet,
Which once inflam'd my foul, and still infpires
my wit.
If love be folly, the fevere divine
Has felt that folly, though he cenfures mine;
Pollutes the pleasures of a chafte embrace,
Acts what I write, and propagates in grace,
With riotous excefs, a prieftly race.
Suppofe him free, and that I forge th' offence,
He fhew'd the way, perverting first my fente;
In malice witty, and with venom fraught,
He makes me fpeak the things I never thought,
Compute the gains of his ungovern'd zeal;
Ill fuits his cloth the praife of railing well.
The world will think that what we loosely write,
Though now arrang'd,he read with fome delight;
Because he feems to chew the cud again,
When his broad comment makes the text too
plain:
And teaching more in one explaining page
Than all the double-meanings of the Itage.
What needs he paraphrafe on what we mean?
We were at worst but wanton; he's obfcene..
I not my fellows nor myself excufe;
But love's the fubject of the comic Mufe;
Nor can we write without it, nor would you
A tale of only dry inftruction view;
Nor love is always of a vicious kind,
But oft to virtuous acts inflames the mind;
Awakes the fleepy vigour of the foul,
And, brushing-o'er, adds motion to the pool.
Love, ftudious how to pleafe, improves our parts
With polifh'd manners, and adorns with arts.
Love firft invented verfe, and form'd the rhyme,
The motion meafur'd, harmoniz'd the chime;
To lib'ral acts enlarg'd the narrow foul'd,
Soften'd the fierce, and made the coward bold;
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In that sweet ifle where Venus keeps her court, And ev'ry grace, and all the loves, refort; Where either fex is form'd of fofter earth, And takes the bent of pleafure from their birth: There liv'd a Cyprian lord, above the reft Wife, wealthy, with a num'rous iffue bleft: But, as no gift of fortune is fincere, Was only wanting in a worthy heir. His eldcit born, a goodly youth to view, Excell'd the reft in fhape and outward thew; Fair, tall, his limbs with due proportion join'd, But of a heavy, dull, degen`rate mind. His foul belied the features of his face; Beauty was there, but beauty in difgrace: A clownish mien, a voice with ruftic found, And ftupid eyes that ever lov'd the ground. He look'd like nature's error; as the mind And body were not of a piece defign'd, fjoin'd. But made for two, and by mistake in one were e
The ruling rod, the father's forming care, Were exercis'd in vain on wit's defpair; The more inform'd, the lefs he understood; And deeper funk by flound'ring in the mud. Now fcorn'd of all, and grown the public fhame, The people from Galefus chang'd his name, And Cymon call'd, which fignifies a brute; So well his name did with his nature fuit.
His father, when he found his labour loft, And care employ'd that anfwer'd not the coft, Chofe an ungrateful object to remove. And loath'd to fee what nature made him love; So to his country farm the fool confin'de Rude work well fuited with a rustic mind. Thus to the wilds the furdy Cymon went, A 'fquire among the fwains, and pleas'd with
His corn and cattle were his only care,
And his fupreme delight a country fair.
It happen'd on a fun.mer's holiday,
That to the green wood fhade he took his way;
For Cymon thunn'd the church, and us'd not
much to pray:
His quarter-ftaff, which he could ne'er forfake,
Hung half before, and -half behind his back.
He trudg'd along, unknowing what he fought,
And whittled as he went for want of thought.
By chance conducted, or by thirst conftrain'd,
The deep receffes of the grove he gain'd;
Where, in a plain defended by the wood,
Crept thro' the matted grafs a crystal flood,
By which an alabaster fountain stood:
And on the margin of the fount was laid
(Attended by her slaves) a sleeping maid.
Like Dian and her nymphs, when, tir'd with
fport,
To reft by cool Eurotas they refort:
The dame horielf the goddess well exprefs'd,
Not more diffinguith'd by her purple vest,
|Than by the charming features of her fac And ev'n in flumber a fuperior grace: Her comely limbs compos'd with decent Her body shaded with a flight cymarr ; Her bolom to the view was only bare. Where two beginning paps were fcarcely The fanning wind upon her botom blows For yet their places were but fignified: To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose The fanning wind, and purling ftreams, tinue her repose.
The fcol of nature stood with stupid e And gaping mouth that teftified furprise, Fix'd on her face, nor could remove his fi New as he was to love, and novice to deli Long mute he flood, and, leaning on hist His wonder witnefs'd with an idiot laugh Then would have ipoke, but by his glimm fenfe
Firft found his want of words, and fear'd off
Doubted for what he was he should be kn
By his clown accent, and his country tone
shot the firft ray that pierc'd the native li
Thro' the rude chaos thus the running lig
Then day and dark nefs in the mafs were n
Till gather'd in a globe the beams were h
Laft fhone the fun, who, radiant in his fpl
Illumin'd heaven and earth, and roll'd ar
So reafon in this brutal foul began, [the
Love made him firft fufpect he was a man
Love made him doubt his broad barbarian fo
By love his want of words and wit be fou
That sense of want prepar`d the future wa
To knowledge,and difclos'd the promise of a
What not his father's care, nor tutor's art
Could plant with pains in his unpolish'd!
The best instructor, love, at once infpir'd,
As barren grounds to fruitfulnefs are fir'd
Love taught him thame; and fhame, with lo
Soon taught the fweet civilities of life; [
His grofs material foul at once could find
Somewhat in her excelling all her kind:
Exciting a defire till then unknown;
Somewhat unfound, or found in her alone:
This made the first impreffion on his mind,
Above, but just above, the brutal kind.
For beats can like, but not diftinguith too,
Nor their own liking by reflection know;
Nor why they like or this or t'other face,
Or judge of this or that peculiar grace;
But love in grofs, and ftupidly admire:
As flies allur'd by light approach the fire.
Thus our man-beat, advancing by degrees,
First likes the whole, then feparates what he i
On fev'ral parts a fev'ral praife beftows:
The ruby lips, the well-proportion'd note,
The frowy fkin, and raven-gloly hair,
The dimpled cheek, and forehead rifing fair,
And ev'n in fleep itself, a fmiling air.
From thence his eyes defcending view'd the
Her plump round arms, white hands, and he
Long on the last he dwelt, though every part A pointed arrow fped to pierce his heart,
trice a judge of beauty grown ted from a country clown) to fee her eyes, in flumber hid, disown could pierce within the lid: have wak'd her, but restrain'd his thought, [taught, new-born the first good manners ar his ardent with withstood, turb the goddess of the wood. feem'd by her celeftial face, the rest of human race. divine, by common fenfe he knew, outly feen, at diftant view: g his defire, with trembling heart, Rood, nor would nor could depart; pilgrim wilder'd in his way,
s not ftir by night, for fear to ftray, ads with awful eyes to watch the dawn of day.
a awaking, Iphigene the fair the beauty call'd who caus'd his care) ad her eyes, and double day reveal'd, thofe of all her flaves in fleep were feal'd. avring curden, propp'd upon his ftaff, ady gaping, with a grinning laugh,
e her awake; nor durft begin
ax, but wifely kept the fool within.
- *t descended of a noble race,
Ma foul ill forted with his face).
In ev'ry exercife of all admir'd,
He feem'd, nor only feem'd, but was infpir'd:
Infpir'd by love, whofe butinefs is to please;
He rode, he fenc'd, he mov'd with graceful ease;
More fam'd for fenfe, for courtly carriage more,
Than for his brutal folly known before.
What then of alter'd Cymon fhall we fay,
But that the fire which chok'd in afhes lay,
A load too heavy for his foul to move,
Was upward blown below, and brush'd away by
love?
Love made an active progrefs thro' his mind,
The dufky parts he clear'd, the grofs refin'd,
The drowfy wak'd; and, as he went, imprefs'd
The maker's image on the human breast.
Thus was the man amended by defire:
And tho' he lov'd perhaps with too much fire,
His father all his faults with reafon fcann'd,
And lik'd an error of the better hand:
Excus'd the excefs of paffion in his mind,
By flames too fierce, perhaps too much refin'd:
So Cymon, fince his fire indulg'd his will,
Impetuous lov'd, and would be Cymon still;
Galefus he difown'd, and chofe to bear
The name of fool, confirm'd, and bishop'd by
the fair.
To Cipfeus by his friends his fuit he mov'd,
be: What makes you, Cymon,here alone? Cipfeus the father of the fair he lov'd:
mon's name was round the country But he was pre-engag'd by former ties,
While Cymon was endeavouring to be wife :
And Iphigene, oblig'd by former vows,
Had given her faith to wed a foreign spouse:
Her fire and the to Rhodian Pafimond,
Though both repenting, were by promise bound,
Nor could retract; and thus, as fate decreed,
Though better lov'd, he spoke too late to speed.
the fot ftood filent with furprife, dregard on her new-open'd eyes, is breaft receiv'd th' envenom'd dart, 2 pain that pleas'd amid the fmart. ous of her form, with quick diftruft sparkling eyes, and fear'd his brutal revent, the wak'd her fleepy crew, [luft: ag hafty, took a fhort adieu. Cymon firit his ruftic voice effay'd, * fer'd service to the parting maid, ter fafe; his hand the long denied,
at length, afham'd of fuch a guide. on led her home, and leaving there, would to his country clowns repair; it his father's houfe with better mind, in the farm to be confin'd. father wonder'd at the son's return, new not whether to rejoice or mourn; tfully receiv'd, expecting ftill the fecret caufes of his alter'd will. as be long delay'd: the first request ade, was like his brothers to be drefs'd, With cafe his fuit was granted by his fire, as his birth requir'd, above the reft. guihing his heir by rich attire: y thus adorn'd, he next defign'd al arts to cultivate the mind: ght a tutor of his own accord, died leffons he before abhorr'd. as the man-child advanc'd and learn'd fo bratal manners from his breast exil'd, a fhort time his equals he furpafs'd; [faft,
The doom was paft, the fhip already fent
Did all his tardy diligence prevent:
Sigh'd to herself the fair unhappy maid,
While ftormy Cymon thus in fecret faid:
The time is come for Iphigene to find
The miracle the wrought upon my mind:
Her charms have made me man, her ravish'd love
In rank fhall place me with the blest above.
For mine by love, by force the thall be mine.
Or death, if force thould fail, fhall finish my
defign.
Refolv'd he faid; and rigg'd with speedy care
A veffel strong, and well equipp'd for war.
The fecret ship with chosen friends he stor’d;
And, bent to die or conquer, went aboard.
Ambush'd he lay behind the Cyprian shore,
Waiting the fail that all his wishes bore;
Nor long expected, for the following tide
Sent out the hoftile fhip and beauteous bride.
To Rhodes the rival bark directly fteer'd,
When Cymon fudden at her back appear'd,
And stopt her flight; then, ftanding on his prow,
In haughty terms he thus defied the foe:
Or ftrike your fails at fummons, or prepare
To prove the laft extremities of war.
Thus warn'd, the Rhodians forthe fight provide;"
Already were the veffels fide by fide; [bride,
en he fashion'd, and his tongue he fil'd; Thefe obftinate to fave, and thofe to feize the
But Cymon foon his crooked, grapples carted, And, arm'd with fword and fhield, amid the prefs he pafs'd.
Plot more agh the height or heaven to deepet!
Than flood the lover of his love poffeft,
Now curs'd the more, the more he had t
bleft;
More anxious for her danger than his own,
Death he defies, but would be lost alone.
Fierce was the fight; but, haft'ning to his prey,
By force the furious lover freed his way:
Himself alone difpers'd the Rhodian crew,
The weak difdain'd, the valiant overthrew.
Cheap conqueft forhisfollowingfriendsremain'd;
He reap'd the field, and they but only glean'd.
His victory confefs'd, the foes retreat,
And caft the weapons at the victor's feet,
Whom thus he cheer'd: O Rhodian youth, I Are ever prefent, and her crime upbraid.
For love alone, nor other beauty fought:
Your lives are fafe; your veffel I refign;
Yours be your own, reftoring what is mine:
In Iphigene I claim my rightful due,
Robb'd by my rival, and detain'd by you.
Your Pafimond a lawless bargain drove,
The parent could not fell the daughter's love;
Or, if he could, my love difdains the laws,
And, like a king, by conqueft gains his caufe;
Where arms take place, all other pleas are vain;
Love taught me force,and force fhalllovemaintain;
You, what by ftrength youcouldnotkeep, releafe,
And at an eafy ranfom buy your peace.
Fear ontheconquer'dfideioonfign'dth'accord,
And Iphigene to Cymon was reitor'd:
While to his arms the blushing bride he took,
To feeming fadnefs the compos'd her look;
As if by force fubjected to his will,
Sad Iphigene to womanish complaints Adds pious prayers, and wearies all the fain Ev'n if the could, her love the would repen But, fince the cannot, dreads the punishmer Her forfeit faith, and Pafimond betray'd,
She blames herself, nor blames her lover left
Augments her anger as her fears increase;
From her own back the burden would remov
And lays the load on his ungovern'd love,
Which interpofing durft, in Heaven's despite
Invade and violate another's right:
The pow'rs incens'd awhile deferr'd his pain.
And made him mafter of his vows in vain:
But foon they punish'd hisprefumptuousprid
That for his daring enterprise fhe died,
Who rather not refifted than complied.
Then, impotent of mind, with alter'd fenfi
She hugg'd th' offender, and forgave the offen
Sex to the laft: meantime, with fails declin'c
The wand'ring veffel drove before the wind
Tofs'd and retofs'd, aloft, and then below,
Nor port they feek,nor certain courfethey know.
But every moment wait the coming blow.
Thus blindly driven, by breakingdaytheyview
The lands before them, and their fears renew
The land was welcome, but the tempest bore
The threaten'd ship against a rocky thore.
Tho' pleas'd diffembling, and a woman ftill.
And (for the wept) he wip'd her falling tears,
And pray'd her to difmifs her empty fears;
For yours I am, he faid, and have deferv'd'
Your love much better whom so long I ferv'd,
Than he to whom your formal father tied
Your vows, and fold a flave, not fent a bride.
Thus while he spoke, he feiz'd the willing prey,
As Paris bore the Spartan spouse away.
Faintly the fcream'd, and ev'n her eyes confefs'd
She rather would be thought, than was, diftrefs'd.
Who now exults but Cymon in his mind?
Vain hopes and empty joys of human kind,
Proud of the prefent, to the future blind!
Secure of fate, while Cymon ploughs the fea,
And fteers to Candy with his conquer'd prey,
Scarce the third glass of measur'd hours was run,
When, like a fiery meteor, funk the fun,
The promife of a ftorm; the fhifting gales
Forfake by fits, and fill the flagging fails;
Hoarfe murmurs of the main from far were heard,
And night came on, not by degrees prepar'd,
But all at once; at once the winds arife,
The thunders roll, the forky lightning flies.
In vain the mafter iffues out commands,
In vain the trembling failors ply their hands:
The tempeft unforefecn prevents their care,
And from the firft they labour in defpair.
The giddy thip, betwixt the winds and tides,
Forc'd back, and forwards, in a circle rides,
Stunn'dwiththediff'rentblows;thenfhootsamain,
Till, counterbuff'd, the ftops, and ficeps again. In peace a charge, in war a weak defence:
A winding bay was near; to this they be
And jnft efcap'd; their force already fpent:
Secure from ftorms, and panting from the fea
The land unknown at leifure they furvey;
And faw (but foon their fickly fight withdrew
The rifing tow'rs of Rhodes at diftant view:
And curs'd the hoftile fhore of Pafimond,
Sav'd from the feas, and fhipwreck'd on th
ground.
The frighted failors tried their strength in vai
To turn the ftern, and tempt the ftormy main
But the ftiff wind withstood the lab'ring oar,
And forc'd them forward on the fatal fhore!
The crooked keel now bites the Rhodian ftrand
And the fhip moor'd constrains the crew to land
Yet ftil they might be fafe, because unknown
But, as ill fortune feldom comes alone,
The veffel they difmifs'd was driven before,
Already fhelter'd on their native fhore;
Known each, they know, but each with change
of cheer;
The vanquifh'd fide exults, the victors fear;
Not them but theirs,made pris'ners ere they fight,
Defpairing conqueft, and depriv'd of flight.
The country rings around with loud alarms,
And raw in fields the rude militia fwarms;
Mouths without hands, maintain'd at vast ex-
pence,
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