How your fad fickening art now hangs her head, ; 315 320 Then, Willis, why fpontaneous actions here, 325 And whence involuntary motions there: And how the fpirits, by mechanic laws, In wild careers tumultuous riots caufe. Nor would our Wharton, Bates, and Gliffon, lie 330 From Heaven and great Nassau he has the mace. Th' opprefs'd to his asylum ftill repair ; Arts he fupports, and learning is his care. Blunts their keen edge, and grinds their harpy claws; On the fad ftate of virtuous poverty. When Whene'er he speaks, Heaven! how the liftening throng Dwells on the melting mufic of his tongue! His arguments are emblems of his mien, Mild, but not faint, and forcing, though ferene; Then Naffau's health fhall be your glorious aim; And, when amidst his olives plac'd he stands, Than when his laurel-diadem he wears. Would Phoebus, or his Granville, but infpire. Their facred vehemence of poetic fire; Still may th' immortal man his cares repeat, 345 350 355 360 363 370 When When, late, Jove's eagle from the pile fhall rife Neglects the earth, to give the heavens a ftar. 375 380 No more the Sage his raptures could pursue: He paus'd; and Celfus with his Guide withdrew. 385 CLARE CLAREMONT: Addreffed to the Right Honourable the Earl of CLARE, afterwards Duke of NEWCASTLE. "-Dryadum fylvas, faltufque fequamur "Intactos, tua, Mecenas, haud mollia juffa." VIRG.. PREFACE. THEY that have feen thofe two excellent poems of Cooper's-hill and Windfor-foreft; the one by Sir J. Denham, the other by Mr. Pope; will fhew a great deal of candour if they approve of this. It was written upon giving the name of Claremont to a villa,, now belonging to the earl of Clare. The fituation is fo agreeable and furprizing, that it inclines one to think fome place of this nature put Ovid at first upon the story of Narciffus and Echo. It is probable he had observed fome fpring arifing amongst woods and rocks, where echos were heard; and fome flower bending over the ftream, and by consequence reflected from it. After reading the story in the third book of the Metamor, phofis, phofis, it is obvious to object (as an ingenious friend has already done) that the renewing the charms of a nymph, of which Ovid had difpoffeffed her, - vox tantùm atque offa fuperfunt," is too great a violation of poetical authority. I dare fay the gentleman who is meant, would have been well `pleased to have found no faults. There are not many authors one can fay the fame of: experience fhews us every day that there are writers who cannot bear a brother should fucceed, and the only refuge from their indignation is by being inconfiderable; upon which reflection, this thing ought to have a pretence to their favour. They who would be more informed of what relates to the ancient Britons, and the Druids their priests, may confult Pliny, Ovid, and the other claffic authors that have mentioned them. CLAREMONT. WH HAT frenzy has of late poffefs'd the brain! 5 So fhameless, fo abandon'd, are their ways; They poach Parnaffus, and lay fnares for praise. None |