Nor is he happier than these, Where he might safely live at ease, For he, by those desires misled, To all the storms man's peace invade. Nor is he happy who is trim, 45 Tricked up in favours of the fair, 50 Mirrors, with every breath made dim, Woman, man's greatest woe or bliss, 55 We call that sickness, which is health; 65 Alas! our time is here so short, 70 Untrodden paths are then the best, And who buys sorrow cheapest, takes Charles Cotton. LXXXVIII IN PRAISE OF HOPE. Hope, of all ills that men endure The only cheap and universal cure! Thou captive's freedom, and thou sick man's health! Thou loser's victory, and thou beggar's wealth! 85 Thou manna, which from heaven we eat, 5 To every taste a several meat! Thou strong retreat, thou sure entailed estate, Which nought has power to alienate! Thou pleasant, honest flatterer, for none ΙΟ Hope, thou first-fruits of happiness! Thou gentle dawning of a bright success! Thou good preparative, without which our joy Does work too strong, and whilst it cures, destroy; Who out of fortune's reach dost stand, And art a blessing still in hand! Whether she her bargain break, or else fulfil; Brother of Faith, 'twixt whom and thee The joys of Heaven and earth divided be! Though Faith be heir, and have the fixed estate, In thee, or in possession! 15 20 25 Only the future's thine, the present his! Thine's the more hard and noble bliss ; Best apprehender of our joys, which hast So long a reach, and yet canst hold so fast! 30 Hope, thou sad lover's only friend! Thou way, that may'st dispute it with the end! 35 Than thou canst be, when thou dost miss; And that's a pleasant country, without doubt, 40 Abraham Cowley. LXXXIX PROLOGUE. TO THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD. SPOKEN BY MR. HART, AT THE ACTING OF · THE SILENT WOMAN.' What Greece, when learning flourished, only knew, Athenian judges, you this day renew. Here too are annual rites to Pallas done, And here poetic prizes lost or won. A day of doom is this of your decree, Methinks I see you, crowned with olives, sit, Where even the best are but by mercy free: 5 A day, which none but Jonson durst have wished to see, Here they, who long have known the useful stage, IO Come to be taught themselves to teach the age. As your commissioners our poets go, But as ambassadors, when long from home, 15 20 To minds diseased, unsafe, chance remedies: The learned in schools, where knowledge first began, 25 Sees virtue, vice, and passions, in their cause, And fame from science, not from fortune, draws. So poetry, which is in Oxford made An art, in London only is a trade. There haughty dunces, whose unlearnèd pen 30 Could ne'er spell grammar, would be reading men. Such build their poems the Lucretian way; So many huddled atoms make a play; And if they hit in order by some chance, They call that nature which is ignorance. H 35 40 Not impudent enough to hope your praise, John Dryden. XC PROLOGUE. TO THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD. Though actors cannot much of learning beast, As we remotely are allied to wit. We speak our poet's wit; and trade in ore, Clap over-loud, it makes us melancholy: We doubt that scene which does their wonder raise, Judge then, if we who act, and they who write, 45 5 10 15 Should not be proud of giving you delight. The ready finger lays on every blot; Knows what should justly please, and what should not. 20 You judge by her, what draught of her is true, Where bunglers daub, and where true poets paint. |