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Then, full of rage, Apollo spoke :
“ Deceitful nymph! I see thy art;; And, though I can't my gift revoke,
I'll disappoint its nobler part.
Let stubborn pride possess thee long,
And be thou negligent of fame; With every Muse to grace thy song,
May'st thou despise a poet's name!.
Of modest poets thou be first;
To silent shades repeat thy verse, Till Fame and Echo almost burst,
Yet hardly dare one line rehearse.
And last, my vengeance to complete,
May'st thou descend to take renown, Prevail'd on by the thing you hate,
A whig! and one that wears a gown
[In the preface to the Miscellanies, in which this lively satire
first appeared, the authors express some compunction for having written it.: It does injustice to Vanbrugh, both as a poet and architect. The comedies of that celebrated dramatist afford excellent examples of light, easy, and natural dialogues;
and were, as Cibber has recorded, less troublesome to the memory of the performers than those of any other dramatist. He died at the house in Whitehall (here ridiculed), 26th March 1726.)
In times of old, when Time was young, 1,
But, to their own or landlord's costo to,
Premising thus, in modern way,
Sing, Muse, the house of Poet Van,
Van (for 'tis fit the reader know it)
; No wonder then if nicely skill'd In both capacities to build. As Herald, he can in a day Repair a house gone to decay Or, by achievements, arms, dėvice, 1601973rinn? Erect a new one in a trice, *****, Philik, ?:58] And as a Poet, he ha's skill i
'; ! ! ! ! To build in speculation stily.
1987 for? “ Great Jove!" he'cry'd, “the art restore" To build by verse as Keretofore," "; And make my Muse the architect; What palaces shall we eréct! No longer shall forsaken "Thames Lament his old Whitehall in flames; A pile shall from its ashes rise, Fit to invade or prop the skies.
20 Jove smild, and like a gentle god," 1"t) 1,7
* Sir John Vanbrugh at that time held the office of Clarencieux king of arms, which he afterwards disposed of.
+ Several of Vanbrugh's plays are taken from Moliere
Then, from this motley mingled style,
The building, as the Poet writ;
Now Poets from all quarters ran,
One asks the watermen hard by," : ...] “ Where may the Poet's palace lie ?"...
. . Another of the Thames inquires, 61,1
!!... If he has seen its gilded spires ?
“Thrice happy Poet! who mayst trail Thy house about thee like a snail:
ages past; Which,' after they have overthrown, They from its ruins build their own."