put to it. The first Georgic was probably burlefqed in the author's lifetime; for we ftill find in the fcholiafts a verse that ridicules part of a line tranflated from Hefiod, "Nudus ara, fere nudus"-And we may easily guess at the judgment of this extraordinary critic, whoever he was, from his cenfuring this particular precept. We may be fure Virgil would not have tranflated it from Hefiod, had he not discovered fome beauty in it; and indeed the beauty of it is what I have before obferved to be frequently met with in Virgil, the delivering the precept fo indirectly, and fingling out the particular circumstance of sowing and plowing naked, to fuggeft to us that these employments are proper only in the hot season of the year. I shall not here compare the style of the Georgics with that of Lucretius, which the reader may see already done in the preface to the fecond volume of Mifcellany Poems; but fhall conclude this Poem to be the most complete, elaborate, and finished piece of all antiquity. The Aneis indeed is of a nobler kind, but the Georgic is more perfect in its kind. The Aneis has a greater variety of beauties în it, but those of the Georgic are more exquifite. In fhort, the Georgic has all the perfection that can be expected in a poem written by the greatest Poet in the flower of his age, when his invention was ready, his imagination warm, his judgment fettled, and all his faculties in their full vigour and maturity. *The Collection published by Mr. Dryden. P 2 MIS MISCELLANEOUS POEM S. TO SIR GODFREY KNELLE ON HIS PICTURE OF THE KING. KNELLER, with filence and furprize. We fee Britannia's monarch rife, A godlike form, by thee difplay'd O may I live to hail the day, Paffing in progrefs o'er the land! Each heart fhall bend, and every voice 5 The The image on the medal plac'd, With its bright round of titles grac’d, And ftampt on British coins fhall live, 1 Thou, Kneller, long with noble pride, Thy pencil has, by monarchs fought, The kings of half an age difplay'd. Here fwarthy Charles appears, and there f Wile Wife Phidias thus, his skill to prove, Great Pan, who wont to chace the fair, And mighty Mars, for war renown'd, Her twisted threads; the web she ftrung, Her fhort-liv'd darling fon to mourn. PRO PROLOGUE TO SMITH'S PHÆDRA AND HIPPOLITUS. L SPOKEN BY Mг. WILKS. ONG has a race of heroes fill'd the stage, That rant by note, and through the gamut rage; In fongs and airs exprefs their martial fire, While, lull'd by found, and undisturb'd by wit, And, from the dull fatigue of thinking free, Our home-spun authors must forfake the field, Το your new tafte the poet of this day Was by a friend advis'd to form his play; Had Valentini, mufically coy, Shunn'd Phædra's arms, and fcorn'd the proffer'd joy: It had not mov'd your wonder to have seen An eunuch fly from an enamour'd queen : But he, a ftranger to your modish way, By your old rules must stand or fall to-day, And hopes you will your foreign taste command, |