He that intends to gain th' Olympic prize Swells with the praises which he gives himself; Are not fo loud as thofe that cry for hire. Wife were the kings, who never chose a friend, Quintilius (if his advice were ask'd) But if he found you fond and obftinate Shew what founds harfh, and what wants ornament, Make you explain all that he finds obfcure, (Follow'd and pointed at by fools and boys) Though he might burst his lungs to call for help, But feem to think he fell on purpose in. Give poets leave to make themselves away, And, like a baited bear when he breaks loose, And never leave till they have read men dead. * **Lord RosCOMMON's verfes on the "Religio "Laici" are printed in the first volume of DRYDEN'S Poems. The Twenty-fecond Ode of the First Book of Horace 240 The fame imitated, addreffed to Mrs. Cath. Philips 241 Part of the Fifth Scene in the Second A&t of Guarini's |