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The Works of Hildebrand Jacob

... Containing Poems on Various Subjects, and Occasions; With the Fatal Constancy, a Tragedy; and Several Pieces in Prose. The Greatest Part Never Before Publish'd
  

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EPISTLE X. To a Friend with ---


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EPISTLE X. To a Friend with ---

Before these Sheets the Press's Weight shall feel,
For after that we can have no Appeal,
Deign to peruse them with a careful Eye,
And lop the Branches, lest the Tree shou'd dye.
Whate'er luxuriant Fancy paints too strong,
Relentless blot, and shorten, what's too long:
Wheree'er she fails, the empty Spaces fill,
And graft upon the Stock with friendly Skill;

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Tho' rarely Fancy does her Aid refuse,
And more are lost from knowing not to choose.
O had I that Simplicity and Grace,
Which pleas'd, e'er Art did Nature's Charms deface,
In those our great Originals of Yore,
Whom distant I pursue, and you adore!
Yet Nature pure, unveil'd cou'd we present,
How might we hope, to give the Age Content,
Or Censure 'scape in these affected Times,
When Poetry's scarce known, but by her Rhimes,
When Bards, as of Sterility afraid,
Croud all together Man e'er thought, or said,
Heap Words, on Words, to multiply in haste,
And think, no Ornament can be misplac'd?
So it be fine, they care not, where 'tis found.
Their Labours like a Planter's Nurs'ry Ground,
Where Trees are in a wild Disorder thrown,
And Seeds of every Kind confus'dly sown.

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No Matter! so my Lines you shou'd approve,
And a few more such Friends, whose Truth we love.
But now, tho' you may find, I've shot too wide,
And miss'd my Aim, fear not an Author's Pride!
Be bold, and free! for tho' the Offspring's mine,
I will not, like the Ape, suppose it fine.
 

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