5 That facred art, by heaven itself infus'd, All would fubmit; for all but fools will mend. 23. 22 Ver. 19. Rebellion, worse than witchcraft,] From 1 Sam. xv. "For rebellion is as the fin of witchcraft, &c." TODD. 30 The moral part, at least, we may divide, Contented to be thinly regular: 35. 40 Born there, but not for them, our fruitful foil But whence art thou infpir'd, and thou alone, 50 It moves our wonder, that a foreign guest Should over-match the moft, and match the beft. In under-praising thy deferts, I wrong; Here find the firft deficience of our tongue : Words, once my ftock, are wanting, to com mend. So great a poet, and so good a friend. fo 55 How blefs'd is he, who leads a country life, Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of ftrife! Who ftudying peace, and shunning civil rage, Enjoy'd his youth, and now enjoys his age: All who deferve his love, he makes his own; 5 And, to be lov'd himself, needs only to be known. *This poem was written in 1699. The perfon to whom it is addreffed was coufin-german to the poet, and a younger brother of the baronet. DERRICK. Ver. 1. How bless'd is he,] This is one of the moft truly Horatian epiftles in our language, comprchending a variety of topics and ufeful reflections, and fliding from fubject to fubject with eafe and propriety. Writing this note in the year 1799, I am much ftruck with the lines that follow the 175th, as containing the foundest political truths. Dr. J. WARTON. Juft, good and wife, contending neighbors) come, From your award to wait their final doom; And, foes before, return in friendship home. Without their coft, you terminate the caufe; 10 And fave the expence of long litigious laws: Where fuits are travers'd; and fo little won, That he who conquers, is but last undone : Such are not your decrees; but fo defign'd, The fanction leaves a lafting peace behind: 150 Like your own foul, ferene; a pattern of your mind. Promoting concord, and compofing ftrife, Lord of yourself, uncumber'd with a wife; Where, for a year, a month, perhaps a night, 20 Long penitence fucceeds a short delight: first, Though pair'd by Heaven, in Paradife were curs'd. For man and woman, though in one they grow, Yet, firft or laft, return again to two. He to God's image, fhe to his was made; 25 So, farther from the fount the ftream at random ftray'd. How could he stand, when, put to double pain, He must a weaker than himself sustain! |