"The just indignation the author took at the vulgar censure of his play, begat this following Ode to himself: "Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence (in fashion knit) Inditing and arraigning every day Let their fastidious, vaine Run on, and rage, sweat, censure, and condemn ; Say that thou pour'st them wheat, And they will acorns eat; 'Twere simple fury, still, thyself to waste On such as have no taste! To offer them a surfet of pure bread, No, give them graines their fill, Husks, draff, to drink and swill. If they love lees, and leave the lusty wine, "No doubt some mouldy tale Like PERICLES *, and stale As the shrieve's crusts, and nasty as his fish- Thrown forth, and rak't into the common-tub, There sweepings do as well. As the best order'd meale. *This play, Langbaine says, is written by Shakspeare. For who the relish of these guests will fit, "And much good do't you then, Brave plush and velvet men Can feed on orts, and safe in your stage clothes, The stagers, and the stage-wrights too (your peers), With their foul comic socks, Wrought upon twenty blocks: Which, if they're torn, and turn'd, and patch'd enough, The gamesters share your guilt, and you their stuff. "Leave things so prostitute, And take the Alcæick lute, Or thine own Horace, or Anacreon's lyre; Warm thee by Pindar's fire; And, tho' thy nerves be shrunk, and blood be cold, Strike that disdainful heat Throughout, to their defeat; As curious fools, and envious of thy strain, "But when they hear thee sing The glories of thy King, His zeal to God, and his just awe o'er men; Feel such a flesh-quake to possess their powers, As they shall cry like ours, In sound of peace, or wars, No harp ere hit the stars, He had the palsy at that time. In tuning forth the acts of his sweet raign, And raising Charles his chariot 'bove his wain." This Magisterial Ode, as Langbaine calls it, was answered by Owen Feltham, author of the admirable" Resolves," who has written with great satiric acerbity the retort courteous. His character of this poet should be attended to: "An Answer to the Ode, Come leave the loathed Stage, &c." "Come leave this sawcy way Of baiting those that pay Dear for the sight of your declining wit: That a sale poet, just contempt once thrown, I wonder by what dower, Or patent, you had power From all to rape a judgment. Let't suffice, " 'Tis known you can do well, And that you do excell As a translator; but when things require Not kindled heretofore by other pains, As oft y'ave wanted brains As you have levell'd right: Yet if men vouch not things apocryphal, You bellow, rave, and spatter round your gall. "Jug, Pierce, Peek, Fly*, and all Are things so far beneath an able brain, Thro' all th' unlikely plot, and do displease Where yet there is not laid Before a chamber-maid Discourse so weigh'dt, as might have serv'd of old Why rage, then? when the show Should judgment be, and know-‡ ledge, there are plush who scorn to drudge Not only poets looser lines, but wits, A gift as rich as high Is noble poese: Yet, tho' in sport it be for Kings to play, "Alcæus lute had none, Nor loose Anacreon E'er taught so bold assuming of the bays When they deserv'd no praise. To rail men into approbation Is new to your's alone : And prospers not for know, Fame is as coy, as you * The names of several of Jonson's Dramatis Personæ. +"New Inn," Act iii. Scene 2.-Act iv. Scene 4. This break was purposely designed by the poet, to expose that singular one in Ben's third stanza. Can be disdainful; and who dares to prove "Leave then this humour vain, And this more humorous strain, Where self-conceit, and choler of the blood, Then, if you please those raptures high to touch, And but forbear your crown Till the world puts it on: No doubt, from all you may amazement draw, To console dejected Ben for this just reprimand, Randolph, one of the adopted poetical sons of Jonson, addressed him with all that warmth of grateful affection which a man of genius should have felt on the occasion. "An Answer to Mr. Ben Jonson's Ode, to persuade him not to leave the stage. I. "Ben, do not leave the stage Cause 'tis a loathsome age; For pride and impudence will grow too bold, They frighted thee: Stand high, as is thy cause; More just were thy disdain, Had they approved thy vein : So thou for them, and they for thee were born; They to incense, and thou as much to scorn. |