The Works of Horace In English Verse By several hands. Collected and Published By Mr. Duncombe. With Notes Historical and Critical |
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The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
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The Works of Horace In English Verse | ||
487
The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
[Charm'd with the letter'd Lustre of the Press]
Charm'd with the letter'd Lustre of the Press,
The Turkey Binding, and the gilded Dress,
You long, my Book, on Dodsley's Counter spread,
To view Pall-Mall, and gaze on Tully's Head;
You scorn the Friend select, and private Ear,
And pant for Glory in a public Sphere.
For this, though tarnish'd by the Devil's Hand,
And press'd, and stamp'd, and bound by my Command,
You ne'er complain—Yet shun that dangerous Coast,
Those fatal Shelves where thousands have been lost.
Though, safe from all the Terrors of the Main,
Their wish'd-for Port Pitt, Warton, Carter gain,
Yet think on Creech, whom that impetuous Wave
Stripp'd of the Laurel which Lucretius gave.
The Turkey Binding, and the gilded Dress,
You long, my Book, on Dodsley's Counter spread,
To view Pall-Mall, and gaze on Tully's Head;
You scorn the Friend select, and private Ear,
And pant for Glory in a public Sphere.
For this, though tarnish'd by the Devil's Hand,
And press'd, and stamp'd, and bound by my Command,
You ne'er complain—Yet shun that dangerous Coast,
Those fatal Shelves where thousands have been lost.
Though, safe from all the Terrors of the Main,
Their wish'd-for Port Pitt, Warton, Carter gain,
Yet think on Creech, whom that impetuous Wave
Stripp'd of the Laurel which Lucretius gave.
From Criticism's Rage you first shall feel
The various Tortures of her monthly Wheel;
And then, too late convinc'd, your hasty Choice
You'll mourn, strait banish'd by the public Voice
To the fam'd Shops of Bedlam or St. Paul,
The Trunk to line, or flutter on the Wall.
Then shall I smile; like him, who, when he strove
From his lame Horse's Foot a Stone to move,
Return'd th'ungrateful Kick he gave, and cry'd,
‘Take Kick for Kick, and there's the Stone beside.’
To save unwilling Friends in vain is Labour try'd. [OMITTED]
The various Tortures of her monthly Wheel;
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You'll mourn, strait banish'd by the public Voice
To the fam'd Shops of Bedlam or St. Paul,
The Trunk to line, or flutter on the Wall.
Then shall I smile; like him, who, when he strove
From his lame Horse's Foot a Stone to move,
Return'd th'ungrateful Kick he gave, and cry'd,
‘Take Kick for Kick, and there's the Stone beside.’
To save unwilling Friends in vain is Labour try'd. [OMITTED]
The Works of Horace In English Verse | ||