The Crowe. Than the crowe was put in his araye, I am not nowe as I was yesterdaye; I am able, without offence, To speake in the Kynges presence. The Hauke. The hauke sayde to the commons, By dene, Enuy and pride would fayne be sene; He is worthy none audience to haue, That can not say but knaue, knaue. The Commyns. Than asked the byrdes, by aduysement, Who is that taketh to vs no tent, He presumeth before vs all to fle, To the Kynges hyghe Maieste. The Hauke. The hauke answered to the white semewe, It is the sory blacke crowe, And for him fareth no man the better, Let him crowe therfore neuer the greater. The Lordes. Then sayde the Lordes euerychone, We wyll aske of the Kynge abone, That euery byrde shall resume Agayne his fether, and his plume, And make the crowe agayne a knaue, For he, that nought hath, nought shall haue. The Hauke. Then sayde the hauke, as some sayne, Borowed ware wyll home agayne. And who will herken what euery man dose, Maye goe helpe to sho the gose. The Cormoraunte. For the crowe spake the cormoraunte, And of his rule made great auannt, Suche worship is reason that euery man haue, As the Kynges highnes vouchsaue. The Hauke. It is sothe, sayde the hauke, that thou doest say, Whan all turneth to sporte and playe, Thou mayst leeste speake for the crowes pelfe, For all thing loueth that is lyke it selfe. The hole Parlyament. Than prayed the hole Parlyament, To the Kynge with one assent, That euery byrde her fether myght Take from that proude knyght. The Kynge. The Kynge sayde, ye shall leauc haue, A knyght should neuer come of a knaue; All thynge wyll shew from whence it come, Where is his place and his home. The Hauke. Now trewly, said the hauke, than It is a great comfort to all men, Of the Kynges great prosperite, Whan the Kynge ruleth well his communalty. Than was plucked from the crowe anone All his fethers by one and by one, And laste all blacke in stede of reed, And called hym a page of the fyrst heed. The Hauke. Quod the hauke, the crowe is now as he should be, A kynde knaue in his degre, And he that weneth no byrde is hym lyke, Whan his fethers are plucked, he may hym go pike. The Commyns. Than made the Commyns great noyse, That they would the hauke exyle The Lordes. To that, sayde the Lordes, we pretende So in this, that ye accorde To put all in souerayne Lorde, The Commyns. The Cominyus sayde, it is great skyll, All thynge to be at the Kynges wyll; And, vnder the hande of his great myght, By grace the people to seke theyr ryght. The Hauke. Than sayde the hauke, now to, now fro, Thus goeth the worlde in well and wo. The Kynge. Than sayde the Kynge in his maiestye, We wyll disseuer this great semble; He commaunded his chauncelere, The best statutes to rede that he myght here: Thus the fynal iudgement He redde of the byrdes parlyament, Whether they be whyte or blacke, None shall others fethers take; Nor the ravyn plucke the pecockes tayle, To make him fresshe for his auayle, For the Commyns fethers want, For wyth some they be ryght skant. The Iaye. Thus sayeth the cosen of the iay, That none shall vse others aray, For who so mounteth wyth egle on hye, Shall fayle fethers when he would flye. Sapiencia. Be nat greedy glede to gader, For good fadeth and foules fether, And, though thy fether be not gaye, Haue none enuye at the swannes aray. Concludent. For, thoughe an astryche may eat a nayle, Wrath wyll plucke him winge and tayle, And, yf thou lye in swalowes nest, For lust wyll part as fethers in wynde: Deth wyll soon his fethers pull; Loke thy fethers and wryting be dene, AN ESSAY ON THE THEATRES: OR, The Art of Acting. In Imitation of Horace's Art of Poetry. Although I have ventured to call this poem, "The Art of Acting' in Imitation of Horace's Art of Poetry, yet I must observe, that I have rather made a paraphrase on his rules and thoughts, than kept to a strict literal imitation of them. I am sensible therefore, I shall be highly censured by those who are acquainted with those happy imitations of this part of Horace, Dr. King's ' Art of Cookery,' and Mr. Bn's 'Art of Politicks.' All I can say to such an objection, is, that a more close confinement to the text would not suit my subject, which I found was not foreign enough from the original to make it by such a method any way entertaining; yet I have endeavoured to keep as strong an analogy to the sense and manner of Horace as I could possibly. Perhaps, this intention of imitating the method of Horace has led me into a conduct, which may be imputed to me as an unpardonable error, and that negligence in the numbers, which will often appear, may not be forgiven on my pleading, that in the versification I have been often negligent by design. How far I am wrong in my judgment in this respect, I willingly submit to those who are acquainted with the original. HOULD Hogarth, with extravagant conceit, Make a strange group of contrast figures meet, Of gods, of kings, of devils, and of queens, But, odd as such a figure might appear, Actors and poets have an equal right, When † peals of thunder shake the conscious room. Studious in vain, exert an idle care, To please the eye, or gently sooth the car: In senate or in camp, in joy, or woe, In allusion to these lines in Mr. Dryden's play of Oedipus: To you, ye gods, I make my last appeal, &c. Clasp'd in the folds of love: I'll wait my doom, Aud act my joys, though thunder shakes the room. The plume must wave, the voice must sweetly flow: Justly the plume may grace an actor's mein, May warble sweet as Philomela's song, While vales, and dales, and murm'ring streams, which rove, The subject are:-But, if ill-judg'd the choice Of pompous dress, and modulated voice, The shape though rich, the voice though soft and clear, With all a dull extravagance appear. Both sometimes please; but this is not their place; Hayman by scenes our senses can controul And join it to the horrors of a storm: Where quick fork'd lightnings gleam, loud thunders roar, Art rul'd by Nature must direct the soul, Deceiv'd by specious right, most actors run With smart, lisp'd, catch make half-form'd words to flow; With not one word distinctly understood: Thus, lab'ring to avoid a drawling tone, An equal impropriety is shown. Others, to seem articulate and clear, With dull, loud, slow, plain sound fatigue the ear; The theatrical term for a Roman habit. + A young gentleman, a painter, very excellent in his art, whose scenes at Drury-lane theatre have always inet with the greatest approbation from the spectators. |