The foolish sports I did on thee bestow, Make all my art and labour fruitless now ; Where once fuch Fairies dance, no grass [i] doth ever grow. 7. When my new mind had do infufion known, To wash away th' inherent dye : To all the ports of honour and of gain I often steer my course in vain, no grafs] i. e. no grafs which turns to profit. The poet alludes, in this verfe, to the four ringlets, which are fometimes found in pafturegrounds, and, according to the philofophy of the country-people, are occafioned by fairies dancing upon them. He had probably his eye on that fine paffage of Shakespear -"ye demy-puppets, that "By moon-shine do the green four ringlets make, "Whereof the ewe not bites" Tempeft, A. v. S. ii. This This was my error, this my gross mistake, Thus, with Sapphira and her husband's fate, (A fault which I, like them, am taught too late) For all that I gave up, I nothing gain, And perish for the part which I retain. 8. Teach me not, then, O thou fallacious Muse, The heaven, under which I live, is fair; Thine, thine, is all the barrenness; if thou Mak'ft me fit still and fing, when I should plough: His long misfortunes' fatal end! How chearfully, and how exempt from fear, To wait on his, O thou fallacious Muse! Kings have long hands (they fay); and though I be So diftant, they may reach at length to me. [k] better king] i. e. better in his own nature, than the court [his minifters,] would allow him to be. The fuppofition was decent, but not true. The minifter of that time was just, nay generous, to our poet. [See Lord Clarendon's Life, Part i. 16.] but, unluckily, the poet's patrons were the minifter's moft determined enemies. In the mean time, the better king cared neither for the minifter, nor the poet. However, However, of all princes, thou Should'ft not reproach rewards, for being small or flow; Thou, who rewardeft but with popular breath, And that too, after death. XVIII. On the Death of Mrs. CATHARINE C PHILIPS [1]. RUEL disease! ah, could it not fuffice Where ftill thy malice most of all Was't not enough, like a wild zealot, there, [] This poem is preferved, in honour of the lady, here celebrated, who had the fortune to be equally efteemed by the best poet and best divine of her age. [m] bolieft holy] I wish the poet had forborn this allufion. Cruel Cruel difeafe! There thou mistook'st thy power; No mine of death can that devour, On her embalmed name it will abide An everlasting pyramide, As high as heav'n the top, as earth the basis wide. 2. All ages paft record, all countries now, And fome (though these be of a kind that's rare, That if the mother of the gods might pofe, When the best woman for her guide fhe chofe [o]. A woman laureat to make, Without dispute he would Orinda take, Though Sappho and the famous Nine Stood by, and did repine. To be a princess or a queen, Is great; but 'tis a greatness always feen; The [n]-judge Paris] Familiar, again, or rather burlefque; quite out of season. [] Alluding to the introduction of the ftatue of Cybele into Rome: Liv. 1. xxix. The goddess, indeed, had a long train of Roman matrons for her attendants. |