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How much mistaken are the men who think	A
That all who will without restraint may drink	A
May largely drink e'en till their bowels burst	B
Pleading no right but merely that of thirst	B
At the pure waters of the living well	C
Beside whose streams the Muses love to dwell	C
Verse is with them a knack an idle toy	D
A rattle gilded o'er on which a boy	D
May play untaught whilst without art or force	E
Make it but jingle music comes of course	E
Little do such men know the toil the pains	F
The daily nightly racking of the brains	F
To range the thoughts the matter to digest	G
To cull fit phrases and reject the rest	G
To know the times when Humour on the cheek	H
Of Mirth may hold her sports when Wit should speak	H
And when be silent when to use the powers	I
Of ornament and how to place the flowers	I
So that they neither give a tawdry glare	J
'Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air '	K
To form which few can do and scarcely one	L
One critic in an age can find when done	L
To form a plan to strike a grand outline	M
To fill it up and make the picture shine	M
A full and perfect piece to make coy Rhyme	N
Renounce her follies and with Sense keep time	N
To make proud Sense against her nature bend	O
And wear the chains of Rhyme yet call her friend	O
Some fops there are amongst the scribbling tribe	P
Who make it all their business to describe	P
No matter whether in or out of place	Q
Studious of finery and fond of lace	Q
Alike they trim as coxcomb Fancy brings	R
The rags of beggars and the robes of kings	R
Let dull Propriety in state preside	S
O'er her dull children Nature is their guide	S
Wild Nature who at random breaks the fence	T
Of those tame drudges Judgment Taste and Sense	T
Nor would forgive herself the mighty crime	N
Of keeping terms with Person Place and Time	N
Let liquid gold emblaze the sun at noon	U
With borrow'd beams let silver pale the moon	U
Let surges hoarse lash the resounding shore	V
Let streams meander and let torrents roar	V
Let them breed up the melancholy breeze	W
To sigh with sighing sob with sobbing trees	W
Let vales embroidery wear let flowers be tinged	X
With various tints let clouds be laced or fringed	X
They have their wish like idle monarch boys	Y
Neglecting things of weight they sigh for toys	Y
Give them the crown the sceptre and the robe	Z
Who will may take the power and rule the globe	Z
Others there are who in one solemn pace	Q
With as much zeal as Quakers rail at lace	Q
Railing at needful ornament depend	X
On Sense to bring them to their journey's end	X
They would not Heaven forbid their course delay	A2
Nor for a moment step out of the way	A2
To make the barren road those graces wear	J
Which Nature would if pleased have planted there	J
Vain men who blindly thwarting Nature's plan	B2
Ne'er find a passage to the heart of man	B2
Who bred 'mongst fogs in academic land	X
Scorn every thing they do not understand	X
Who destitute of humour wit and taste	X
Let all their little knowledge run to waste	X
And frustrate each good purpose whilst they wear	J
The robes of Learning with a sloven's air	J
Though solid reasoning arms each sterling line	M
Though Truth declares aloud 'This work is mine '	K
Vice whilst from page to page dull morals creep	C2
Throws by the book and Virtue falls asleep	C2
Sense mere dull formal Sense in this gay town	D2
Must have some vehicle to pass her down	D2
Nor can she for an hour insure her reign	E2
Unless she brings fair Pleasure in her train	E2
Let her from day to day from year to year	F2
In all her grave solemnities appear	F2
And with the voice of trumpets through the streets	G2
Deal lectures out to every one she meets	G2
Half who pass by are deaf and t' other half	H2
Can hear indeed but only hear to laugh	H2
Quit then ye graver sons of letter'd Pride	X
Taking for once Experience as a guide	X
Quit this grand error this dull college mode	X
Be your pursuits the same but change the road	X
Write or at least appear to write with ease	W
'And if you mean to profit learn to please '	K
In vain for such mistakes they pardon claim	I2
Because they wield the pen in Virtue's name	I2
Thrice sacred is that name thrice bless'd the man	B2
Who thinks speaks writes and lives on such a plan	B2
This in himself himself of course must bless	J2
But cannot with the world promote success	J2
He may be strong but with effect to speak	H
Should recollect his readers may be weak	H
Plain rigid truths which saints with comfort bear	J
Will make the sinner tremble and despair	J
True Virtue acts from love and the great end	X
At which she nobly aims is to amend	X
How then do those mistake who arm her laws	K2
With rigour not their own and hurt the cause	L2
They mean to help whilst with a zealot rage	M2
They make that goddess whom they'd have engage	M2
Our dearest love in hideous terror rise	N2
Such may be honest but they can't be wise	N2
In her own full and perfect blaze of light	X
Virtue breaks forth too strong for human sight	X
The dazzled eye that nice but weaker sense	T
Shuts herself up in darkness for defence	T
But to make strong conviction deeper sink	A
To make the callous feel the thoughtless think	A
Like God made man she lays her glory by	O2
And beams mild comfort on the ravish'd eye	O2
In earnest most when most she seems in jest	X
She worms into and winds around the breast	X
To conquer Vice of Vice appears the friend	X
And seems unlike herself to gain her end	X
The sons of Sin to while away the time	N
Which lingers on their hands of each black crime	N
To hush the painful memory and keep	C2
The tyrant Conscience in delusive sleep	C2
Read on at random nor suspect the dart	X
Until they find it rooted in their heart	X
'Gainst vice they give their vote nor know at first	X
That cursing that themselves too they have cursed	X
They see not till they fall into the snares	P2
Deluded into virtue unawares	P2
Thus the shrewd doctor in the spleen struck mind	X
When pregnant horror sits and broods o'er wind	X
Discarding drugs and striving how to please	W
Lures on insensibly by slow degrees	W
The patient to those manly sports which bind	X
The slacken'd sinews and relieve the mind	X
The patient feels a change as wrought by stealth	Q2
And wonders on demand to find it health	Q2
Some few whom Fate ordain'd to deal in rhymes	R2
In other lands and here in other times	R2
Whom waiting at their birth the midwife Muse	S2
Sprinkled all over with Castalian dews	S2
To whom true Genius gave his magic pen	T2
Whom Art by just degrees led up to men	T2
Some few extremes well shunn'd have steer'd between	U2
These dangerous rocks and held the golden mean	U2
Sense in their works maintains her proper state	X
But never sleeps or labours with her weight	X
Grace makes the whole look elegant and gay	A2
But never dares from Sense to run astray	A2
So nice the master's touch so great his care	J
The colours boldly glow not idly glare	J
Mutually giving and receiving aid	X
They set each other off like light and shade	X
And as by stealth with so much softness blend	X
'Tis hard to say where they begin or end	X
Both give us charms and neither gives offence	S2
Sense perfects Grace and Grace enlivens Sense	S2
Peace to the men who these high honours claim	I2
Health to their souls and to their memories fame	I2
Be it my task and no mean task to teach	V2
A reverence for that worth I cannot reach	V2
Let me at distance with a steady eye	O2
Observe and mark their passage to the sky	O2
From envy free applaud such rising worth	W2
And praise their heaven though pinion'd down to earth	W2
Had I the power I could not have the time	N
Whilst spirits flow and life is in her prime	N
Without a sin 'gainst Pleasure to design	M
A plan to methodise each thought each line	M
Highly to finish and make every grace	S2
In itself charming take new charms from place	S2
Nothing of books and little known of men	T2
When the mad fit comes on I seize the pen	T2
Rough as they run the rapid thoughts set down	D2
Rough as they run discharge them on the town	D2
Hence rude	X

Charles Churchill

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