Others, who aim at fancy, chufe To wooe the gentle Spenser's Mufe. This poet fixes for his theme An allegory, or a dream ; Fiction and truth together joins Through a long wafte of flimfy lines; Fondly believes his fancy glows, And image upon image grows; Thinks his strong Mufe takes wond'rous flights, Whene'er fhe fings of peerlefs wights, Of dens, of palfreys, fpells and knights: 'Till allegory, Spenfer's veil T' inftruct and please in moral tale, With him's no veil the truth to fhroud, Others, more daring, fix their hope On rivaling the fame of Pope. Satyr's the word, against the times These catch the cadence of his rhymes, And borne from earth by Pope's ftrong wings, Their Muse aspires, and boldly flings Her dirt up in the face of kings. In In these the spleen of Pope we find ; Some few, the fav'rites of the Muse, And quaffs his ale, and cracks his jokes, Shall fill another Pipe to thee. Ifaac Hawkins Brown, Efq. author of a piece call'd the Pipe of Tobacco, a moft excellent imitation of fix different authors. EPISTLE to J. B. Efq. 1757. A GAIN I urge my old objection, That modern rules obftruct perfection, And the severity of Taste Has laid the walk of genius wafte. Our authors creep instead of foaring, Is dwindled into declamation. But ftill you cry in fober sadness, Their verdict makes but fmall impreffion, Rife what exalted flights it will, True genius will be genius ftill; And And say, that horse wou'd you prefer, The mettled fteed may lose his tricks; Had Shakespeare crept by modern rules, A garden trim, and all inclos'd, The growth of twice three hundred years, Where many a tree afpiring fhrouds Its airy fummit in the clouds, While round its root ftill love to twine The ivy or wild eglantine. "But Shakespeare's all-creative fancy "Made others love extravagancy, "While "While cloud-capt nonsense was their aim, True who can stop dull imitators? What task can dulnefs e'er affect So easy, as to write correct? So, to avoid th' extremes of either, They miss their mark and follow neither; They |