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Stultifera Navis

or, The Modern Ship of Fools [by S. W. H. Ireland]
  

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SECTION LXV. OF BACKBITERS, AND SUCH AS SHALL DESPISE THIS WORK.
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SECTION LXV. OF BACKBITERS, AND SUCH AS SHALL DESPISE THIS WORK.

O ye simple, understand wisdom, and ye fools, be ye of an understanding heart.

Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets:

How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning; and fools hate knowledge?


Many there are, who on my page shall look,
That doubtless will revile this little book;
The reason's plain—for there are few indeed,
Who will not trace their portraits , as they read;

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And naught in folly's brain creates such terror,
As to proclaim aloud its favourite error.
Yet tho' condemn'd by most part of mankind,
As censor public—Critic most unkind;
I shall not shrink, nor from the truth abstain,
For wounds when prob'd must give the patient pain:
Therefore I'll publish—naught the clamour heeding ,
Lavish'd by fools , while they my theme are reading.

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Some minds there are, not so much zany's tools,
As with deaf ears to greet my Ship of Fools;
To such, tho' few , I dedicate my lays,
My muse well recompens'd by their just praise;

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But as for countless numbers that refuse 'em,
They are but fools, and therefore I excuse 'em .

THE POET'S CHORUS TO FOOLS.

Come, trim the boat, row on each Rara Avis,
Crowds flock to man my Stultifera Navis.
 

That this will prove the case, there needs no ghost from the grave to tell us; but that there will be found any possessed of sufficient candour to allow it, is quite a different matter; for the cry will be on all sides—“God bless me! how much that reminds me of so and so!” “Well, one would really suppose, that the poet had had Lord this, or the other in his eye, when he committed his ideas to paper;” yet, while those wondrous discoveries are making, the fools will carefully withhold from the mention of their own fooleries, howsoever well their heads may be adapted for the cap which has been made for them.

This is certainly very contemptuous of the poet, who might have used the words of our bard, to convey his idea of the effect produced upon his labours by the slander of fools.

------ For haply slander,
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank
Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air.

I make no doubt, but that numerous fools, on the perusal of this little book, would be heartily glad to realize the Italian proverb, which saith,

Se la lingua fosse una lancia farebbe più male, che dieci altra.

The poet has ventured a great deal in this line; grant that his affirmation may be verified by experience. I must certainly say, that if there are any such, who refuse the meed of approbation, I shall at once pronounce, that they were not possessed of a single grain of gratitude, which is the worst that can be said of human nature, for,

Ingratum si dixeris omnia dicis,
Or, to use the words of Young: He that's ungrateful has no crime but one,
All other vices may pass for virtues in him.

In this third line, the bard has checked himself with the word few, a very lucky circumstance truly, for to find him tripping in judgment, after censuring all the world, (his few excepted) would indeed have subjected him even to the ridicule of folly, which would have been warranted in its full extent, while the scoffers, in arraying him in their own bells, cap, and ladle, and calling him fool, would have said with Horace,

------Ridentem dicere verum
Quid vetat?

And doubtless will repay their neglect as Jaques did the moralizing of the fool, who saith,

------ When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep contemplative:
And I did laugh, sans intermission,
An hour by his dial. O! noble fool,
A worthy fool—motley's the only wear!