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No time, no change, no future flame, shall move Nor happiness can I, nor misery feel,
Friendship's great laws, and Love's superior powers, At least, excuse a trial too severe:
Must mark the color of my future hours. Receive the triumph, and forget the war.
From the events which thy commands create, No banish'd man, condemnd in woods to rove, I must my blessings or my sorrows date ; Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love: And Henry's will must dictate Emma's fate. No perjur'd knight desires to quit thy arms,
Yet, while with close delight and inward pride Fairest collection of thy sex's charms,
(Which from the world my careful soul shall hide) Crown of my love, and honor of my youth! I see thee, lord and end of my desire, Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth,
Exalted high as virtue can require ; As thou may'st wish, shall all his life employ, With power invested, and with pleasure cheerd; And found his glory in his Emma's joy.
Sought by the good, by the oppressor fear'd; In me behold the potent Edgar's heir,
Loaded and blest with all the affluent store, Ilustrious earl: him terrible in war
Which human vows at smoking shrines implore; Let Loyre confess, for she has felt his sword, Grateful and humble grant me to employ And trembling fled before the British lord. My lise subservient only to thy joy ; Him great in peace and wealth fair Deva knows; And at my death to bless thy kindness shown For she amidst his spacious meadows flows; To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone Inclines her urn upon his fatlen'd lands; And sees his numerous herds imprint her sands. While thus the constant pair alternate said, And thou, my fair, my dove, shalt raise thy Joyful above them and around them play'd thought
Angels and sportive Loves, a numerous crowd ; To greatness next to empire: shalt be brought Smiling they clapt their wings, and low they bow'd. With solemn pomp to my paternal seat;
They tumbled all their liule quivers o'er, Where peace and plenty on thy word shall wait. To choose propitious shafts, a precious store ; Music and song shall wake the marriage-day; That, when their god should take his future darts, And, whilst the priests accuse the bride's delay, To strike (however rarely) constanı hearts, Myrtles and roses shall obstruct her way. His happy skill might proper arms employ, Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn; All tipt with pleasure, and all wing'd with joy : And blooming Peace shall ever bless thy morn. And those, they vowd, whose lives should imitate Succeeding years their happy race shall run, These lovers' constancy, should share their fate. And Age, unheeded, by delight come on:
The queen of beauty stopt her bridled doves; While yet superior Love shall mock his power : Approv'd the little labor of the Loves ; And when old Time shall turn the fated hour, Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear; Which only can our well-tied knot unfold, And to the triumph call’d the god of war: What rests of both, one sepulchre shall hold. Soon as she calls, the god is always near.
Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast, Now, Mars," she said, “let Fame exalt her (That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest,)
voice : Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move Nor let thy conquests only be her choice : Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love, But, when she sings great Edward from the field Scatter'd by winds recede, and wild in forests rove. Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield
In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught to
And when as prudent Saturn shall complete O day, the fairest sure that ever rose !
The years design'd to perfect Britain's state, Period and end of anxious Emma's woes! The swift-wing'd power shall take her trump again, Sire of her joy, and source of her delight; To sing her favorite Anna's wondrous reign; 0! wing'd with pleasure, take thy happy flight, To recollect unwearied Marlborough's loils, And give each future morn a tincture of thy white. Old Rufus' hall unequal to his spoils ; Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love, The British soldier from his high command Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his hand
With second breath the vocal brass inspire;
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain. Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart, And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past; And anxious jealousy's corroding smart;
And when thy laurels at my feet are cast; Nor other inmate shall inhabit there,
Faithful may'st thou, like British Henry, prove : But soft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care. And, Emma-like, let me return thy love.
Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow, Renown'd for truth, let all thy sons appear; And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow. And constant beauty shall reward their care." If at my feet the suppliant goddess stands,
Mars smild, and bow'd : the Cyprian deity And sheds her treasure with unwearied hands; Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky; Her present favor cautious I'll embrace,
" And thou,” she smiling said, “great god of days And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace : And verse, behold my deed, and sing my praise ; If she reclaims the temporary boon,
As on the British earth, my favorite isle,
Through all her laughing fields and verdant groves And unconcern'd return the goods she lent. Proclaim with joy these memorable loves.
From every annual course let one great day The eyes might have conspir'd her ruin,
And she not known what they were doing.
Foolish it had been, and unkind, or thy poetic sons, be solemn praise
That they should see, and she be blind. And everlasting marks of honor paid
" Wise Nature likewise, they suppose, To the true lover, and the Nut-brown Maid." Has drawn two conduits down our nuse :
Could Alma else with judgment tell
For from most bodies, Dick, you know,
Some little bits ask leave to flow;
And, as through these canals they roll,
Bring up a sample of the whole;
Like footmen running before coaches,
To tell the inn what lord approaches.
“ By nerves about our palate plac'd, IN THREE CANTOES,
She likewise judges of the taste.
Else (dismal thought!) our warlike men
And our ill-judging wives and daughters
Mistake small-beer for citron-waters.
“Hence, too, that she might better hear, CANTO I.
She sets a drum at either ear: MATTHEW* met Richard,t when or where
And, loud or gentle, harsh or sweet, From story is not mighty clear:
Are but th' alarums which they beat. Of many knotty points they spoke,
Last, to enjoy her sense of feeling, And pro and con by turns they took.
(A thing she much delights to deal in)
A thousand little nerves she sends
Quite to our toes and fingers' ends ; 0! may they ne'er again digest
And these, in gratitude, again The horrors of so sad a feast !
Return their spirits to the brain; Yet less our grief, if what remains,
In which their figure being printed, Dear Jacob,f by thy care and pains
(As just before, I think, I hinted,) Shall be to future times convey'd.
Alma. inform’d, can try the case,
As she had been upon the place.
“ Thus, while the judge gives different jonmeys “ Alma in verse, in prose the Mind,
To country counsel and attorneys, By Aristotle's pen defin'd,
He on the bench in quiet sits, Throughout the body, squat or tall,
Deciding, as they bring the writs. Is, bona fide, all in all.
The pope thus prays and sleeps at Rome And yet, slap-dash, is all again
And very seldom stirs from home : In every sinew, nerve, and vein:
Yet, sending forth his holy spies, Runs here and there, like Hamlet's ghost;
And having heard what they advise, While everywhere she rules the roast.
He rules the church's blest dominions,
And sets men's faith by his opinions. “This system, Richard, we are told, The men of Oxford firmly hold.
• The scholars of the Stagyrite, The Cambridge wits, you know, deny
Who for the old opinion fight,
Would make their modern friends confess
The difference but from more to less.
The Mind, say they, while you sustain
To hold her station in the brain; "Tis three blue beans in one blue bladder.
You grant, at least, she is extended : “Alma, they strenuously maintain,
Ergo the whole dispute is ended. Sits cock-horse on her throne, the brain;
For, till to-morrow should you plead, And from that seat of thought dispenses
From form and structure to the head,
The Mind as visibly is seen
Extended through the whole machine.
Why should all honor then be ta'en
From lower parts to load the brain
When other limbs, we plainly see, How quick at park and play they strike;
Each in his way as brisk as he ? The duke they court; the toast they like;
For music, grant the head receive in, And at St. James's turn their grace
It is the artist's hand that gave it, From former friends, now out of place.
And, though the skull may wear the laurel “Without these aids, to be more serious,
The soldier's arm sustains the quarrel.
Besides, the nostrils, ears, and eyes, Her power, they hold, had been precarious :
Are not his parts, but his allies;
Ev’n what you hear the tongue proclaim
What could the head perform alone,
Still to their size he aim'd his skill : If all their friendly aids were gone?
Else, pr’ythee, who would pay his bill ? A foolish figure he must make;
“Nexi, Dick, if Chance herself should vary, Do nothing else but sleep and ache.
Observe, how matters would miscarry : "Nor matters it, that you can show
Across your eyes, friend, place your shoes ; How to the head the spirits go;
Your spectacles upon your toes : Those spirits started from some goal,
Then you and Memmius shall agree Before they through the veins could roll.
How nicely men would walk, or see. Now, we should hold them much to blame,
“But Wisdom, peevish and cross-grain'd, If they went back, before they came.
Must be oppos'd, to be sustain'd; “ If, therefore, as we must suppose,
And still your knowledge will increase, They came from fingers, and from toes ;
As you make other people's less. Or teeth, or fingers, in this case,
In arms and science 'tis the same; of Numskull's self should take the place : Our rival's hurts create our fame. Disputing fair, you grant thus much,
At Faubert's, if disputes arise That all sensation is but touch.
Among the champions for the prize, Dip but your toes into cold water,
To prove who gave the fairer butt, Their correspondent teeth will chatter :
John shows the chalk on Robert's coat And, strike the bottom of your feet,
So, for the honor of your book, You set your head into a heat.
It tells where other folks mistook : The bully beat, and happy lover,
And, as their notions you confound, Confess that feeling lies all over.
Those you invent get farther ground. “ Note here, Lucretius dares to teach
“ The commentators on old Ari(As all our youth may learn from Creech) stotle ('tis urg'd) in judgment vary: That eyes were made, but could not view, They to their own conceits have brought Nor hands embrace, nor feet pursue :
The image of his general thought; But heedless Nature did produce
Just as the melancholic eye The members first, and then the use.
Sees fleets and armies in the sky; What each must act was yet unknown,
And to the poor apprentice' ear Till all is mov'd by Chance alone.
The bells sound, Whittington, lord-mayor.' “A man first builds a country-seat,
The conjurer thus explains his scheme; Then finds the walls not good to eat.
Thus spirits walk, and prophets dream; Another plants, and wondering sees
North Britons thus have second-sight; Nor books nor medals on his trees.
And Germans, free from gun-shot, fight. Yet poet and philosopher
“ Theodoret and Origen, Was he, who durst such whims aver.
And fifty other learned men, Blest, for his sake, be human reason,
Attest, that, if their comments find That came at all, though late in season.
The traces of their master's mind, But no man, sure, e'er left his house,
Alma can ne'er decay nor die: And saddled Ball, with thoughts so wild, This flatly t’ other sect deny ; To bring a midwife to his spouse,
Simplicius, Theophrast, Durand, Before he knew she was with child.
Great names, but hard in verse to stand. And no man ever reapt his corn,
They wonder men should have mistook Or from the oven drew his bread,
The tenets of their master's book, Ere hinds and bakers yet were born,
And hold, that Alma yields her breath, That taught them both to sow and knead. O'ercome by age, and seiz'd by death. Before they're ask’d, can maids refuse ?
Now which were wise ? and which were fools ? Can"—“ Pray," says Dick, “hold in your Muse. Poor Alma sits between two stools : While you Pindaric truths rehearse,
The more she reads, the more perplext; She hobbles in alternate verse."
The comment ruining the text: " Verse,” Mat replied ; “is that my care ?"- Now fears, now hopes, her doubtful fate : “Go on," quoth Richard, “soft and fair."
But, Richard, let her look to that, “This looks, friend Dick, as Nature had Whilst we our own affairs pursue. But exercis'd the salesman's trade;
“ These different systems, old or new, As if she haply had sat down,
A man with half an eye may see, And cut out clothes for all the town;
Were only formd to disagree. Then sent them out to Monmouth-street,
Now, to bring things to fair conclusion, To try what persons they would fit.
And save much Christian ink's effusion, But every free and licens'd tailor
Let me propose an healing scheme, Would in this thesis find a failure.
And sail along the middle stream; Should whims like these his head perplex, For, Dick, if we could reconcile How could he work for either sex?
Old Aristotle with Gassendus, His clothes, as atoms might prevail,
How many would admire our toil ! Might fit a pismire, or a whale.
And yet how few would comprehend us : No, no: he views with studious pleasure
“Here, Richard, let my scheme commence, Your shape, before he takes your measure. Oh! may my words be lost in sense! For real Kate he made the bodice,
While pleas'd Thalia deigns to write And not for an ideal goddess.
The slips and bounds of Alma's flight. No error near his shop-board lurk'd ;
“My simple system shall suppose He knew the folks for whom he work'd:
That Alma enters at the toes;
That then she mounts by just degrees
“From the feet upward to the head”.
“Hence, long before the child can crawl,
“ Again; as she grows something stronger,
“ Now mark, dear Richard, from the age
"Hence for some years they ne'er stand still:
“To her next stage as Alma flies,
" Another motion now she makes :
In dying accents he complains
“But, O my Muse, just distance keep;
Dick, who thus long had passive sat,
“ Love's advocates! Dick, who are those ?"“The poets, you may well suppose. I'm sorry, sir, you have discarded The men with whom till now you herded. Prose-men alone, for private ends, I thought, forsook their ancient friends. In cor stillavit, cries Lucretius; If he may be allow'd to teach us. The self-same thing soft Ovid says, (A proper judge in such a case,) Horace's phrase is, lorrel jecur ; And happy was that curious speaker. Here Virgil too has plac'd this passion. What signifies too long quotation ? In ode and epic, plain the case is, That Love holds one of these two places,"
“Dick, without passion or reflection, I'll straight demolish this objection.
“First, poets, all the world agrees,
“ That Cupid goes with bow and arrows,
Such images have sometimes shown
“ Your Horace owns, he various writ,
“ Lucretius keeps a mighty pother
“ Yet, free from this poetic madness,
“ Nor e'er can Latin poets prove
" But let your friends in verse suppose,
“ The like may of the heart be said; Courage and terror there are bred. All those, whose hearts are loose and low, Start, if they hear but the tattoo : And mighty physical their fear is; For, soon as noise of combat near is, Their heart, descending to their breeches, Must give their stomach cruel twitches. But heroes, who o'ercome or die, Have their hearts hung extremely high, The strings of which, in battle's heat, Against their very corslets beat;
Keep time with their own trumpet's measnre, And yield them most excessive pleasure.
“Now, if 'tis chiefly in the heart
“This truth more plainly to discover,
“In scornful sloth Achilles slept,
“ Antonius fled from Actium's coast,
"France's fourth Henry we may see
“ Bold is the critic who dares prove
“Examples I could cite you more; But be contented with these four: For when one's proofs are aptly chosen, Four are as valid as four dozen. One came from Greece, and one from Rome; The other two grew nearer home. For some in ancient books delight; Others prefer what moderns write: Now I should be extremely loth, Not to be thought expert in both.”
“But shall we take the Muse abroad To drop her idly on the road ? And leave our subject in the middle, As Butler did his Bear and Fiddle ? Yet he, consummate master, knew, When to recede, and where pursue.