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Thus Critics, of less judgment than caprice,
Some to Conceit alone their taste confine,
Others for Language all their care express, And value books, as women men, for Dress : Their Praise is still,—the Style is excellent: The Sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found, False eloquence, like the prismatic glass, Its gaudy colours spreads on ev'ry place; The face of nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay ; But true Expression, like th' unchanging Sun, Clears, and improves whate'er it shines upon, It gilds all objects, but it alters none. Expression is the dress of thought, and still Appears more decent, as more suitable; A vile conceit in pompous words express'd Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd: For diff'rent styles with diff'rent subjects sort, As several garbs, with country, town, and court. Some by old words to fame have made pretence, Ancients in phrase, mere moderns in their sense ; Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd, and make the learned smile.
Unlucky, as Fungoso in the play,
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
The CHOICE of HERCULES:
Now had the son of Jove, mature, attain'd
By just degrees; fair bloom of fairest fruit:
As on a day, reflecting on his age,
For highest deeds now ripe, Alcides sought
Step following step, and thought succeeding thought:
Far in a lonely vale, with solitude
Conversing; while intent his mind survey'd
Much did the view divide his wavering mind:
Both large and tall, exceeding human size;
The first in native dignity surpass'd;
Health o'er her looks a genuine lustre cast;
Still she drew near; and nearer still more fair,
The other dame seem'd ev'n of fairer hue; And bold her mien; unguarded rov'd her eye;
And her flush d cheeks confess'd at nearer view The borrow'd blushes of an artful dye.
All soft and delicate, with airy swim Lightly she danc d along; her robe betray'd
Thro' the clear texture every tender limb, Height'ning the charms it only scem'd to shade: And as it flow'd adown, so loose and thin, Her stature shew'd more tall; more snowy-white, her skin.
Oft with a smile she view'd herself askance ; Ev'n on her shade a conscious look she threw: Then all around her cast a careless glance, To mark what gazing eyes her beauty drew.
As they came near, before that other maid, Approaching decent, eagerly she press'd
With hasty step; nor of repulse afraid,
With freedom bland the wond'ring youth address'd;
"Dear Hercules, whence this unkind delay?
With me retire, from noise, and pain, and care,
Rough is the road to fame, thro' blood and war;
Leave honour to the wretch! pleasures were made for thee.
Then will I grant thee all thy soul's desire;
All that thy thought can frame, or wish require,
The sumptuous feast, enhanc'd with music's sound; Fittest to tune the melting soul to love :
Rich odours, breathing choicest sweets around; The fragrant bow'r, cool fountain, shady grove ; Fresh Aow'rs, to strew thy couch, and crown thy head; Joy shall attend thy steps, and ease shall smooth thy bed.
These will I freely, constantly supply;
Far from thy rest repining want shall fly;
Mature the copious harvest shall be ihine;
Leave the rash soldier spoils of war to win ;
Her winning voice the youth attentive caught: He gaz'd impatient on the smiling maid;
Still gaz'd and listen’d: then her name besought: “ My name, fair youth, is happiness,” she said.
“ Well cau my friends this envy d truth maintain: They share my bliss; they best can speak my praise :
Tho'Slander call me Sloth-detraction vain! Heed not what Slander, vain detractor, says : Slander, still prompt true merit to defame; To blot the brightest worth, and blast the fairest name.
By this, arriv'd the fair majestic maid: (She all the while, with the same modest pace,
Compos'd, advanc'd.) “Know, Hercules,” she said With manly tone, “thy birth of heav'nly race;
I hy tender age that lov'd instruction's voice,
When manhood should confirm thy glorious choice:
But what truth prompts, my tongue shall not disguise;
Danger and toil stand stern before her throne,
Would'st thou engage the gods' peculiar care? O Hercules, th' immortal powers adore!
With a pure heart, with sacrifice and pray'r Attend their altars; and their aid implore.
Or would'st thou gain thy country's loud applause, Lov'd as her father, as her god ador`d?
Be thou the bold asserter of her cause;
Her voice, in council; in the fight, her sword, In peace, in war, pursue thy country's good; For her, bare thy bold breast, and pour thy generous blood.
Would'st thon, to quell the proud and lift th* opprest, In arts of war and matchless strength excel?
First conquer thou thyself. To ease, to rest,
Congeal'd, amidst the rigorous winter's snows; Scorch'd, by the summer's thirst-inflaming ray. Thy harden'd limbs shall boast superior might: Vigour shall brace thine arm, resistless in the fight."
"Hear'st thou, what monsters then thou must engage? What dangers, gentle youth, she bids thee prove?" (Abrupt says Sloth) "Ill fit thy tender age Tumult and wars; fit age, for joy and love.
Turn, gentle youth, to me, to love and joy!
Thine easy course; no cares thy peace annoy