Art of Poetry an Epistle to the Pisos | Page 6

piec'd and guarded, to escape contempt,?With here and there a remnant highly drest,?That glitters thro' the gloom of all the rest.?Then Dian's grove and altar are the theme,?Then thro' rich meadows flows the silver stream;?The River Rhine, perhaps, adorns the lines,?Or the gay Rainbow in description shines.
These we allow have each their several grace;?But each and several now are out of place.
A cypress you can draw; what then? you're hir'd,?And from your art a sea-piece is requir'd;?Navibus, aere dato qui pingitur amphora coepit?Institui: currente rota cur urceus exit??Denique sit quidvis simplex duntaxat et unum.

Maxima pars vatum, (pater, et juvenes patre digni)?Decipimur specie recti. Brevis esse laboro,?Obscurus sio: sectantem laevia, nervi?Desiciunt animíque: prosessus grandia turget:?Serpit humi tutus nimiùm timidùsque procellae.?Qui variare cupit rem prodigaliter unam,?Delphinum silvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.?In vitium dycit culpae fuga, si caret arte.
A shipwreck'd mariner, despairing, faint,?(The price paid down) you are ordain'd to paint.?Why dwindle to a cruet from a tun??Simple be all you execute, and one!
Lov'd fire! lov'd sons, well worthy such a fire!?Most bards are dupes to beauties they admire.?Proud to be brief, for brevity must please,?I grow obscure; the follower of ease?Wants nerve and soul; the lover of sublime?Swells to bombast; while he who dreads that crime,?Too fearful of the whirlwind rising round,?A wretched reptile, creeps along the ground.?The bard, ambitious fancies who displays,?And tortures one poor thought a thousand ways,?Heaps prodigies on prodigies; in woods?Pictures the dolphin, and the boar in floods!?Thus ev'n the fear of faults to faults betrays,?Unless a master-hand conduct the lays.?Aemilium circa ludum faber imus et ungues?Exprimet, et molles imitabitur aere capillos,?Infelix operis summa, quia ponere totum?Nesciet: hunc ego me, si quid componere curem,?Non magis esse velim, quàm pravo vivere naso,?Spectandum nigris oculis, nigroque capillo.

Sumite materiam vostris, qui scribitis, aequam?Viribus: et versate diu, quid ferre recusent?Quid valeant humeri. Cui lecta potenter erit res,?Nec facundia deferet hunc, nec lucidus ordo.

Ordinis haec virtus erit et venus, aut ego fallor,?Ut jam nunc dicat, jam nunc debentia dici?Pleraque differat, et praesens in tempus omittat.?An under workman, of th' Aemilian class,?Shall mould the nails, and trace the hair in brass,?Bungling at last; because his narrow soul?Wants room to comprehend a perfect whole.?To be this man, would I a work compose,?No more I'd wish, than for a horrid nose,?With hair as black as jet, and eyes as black as sloes.

Select, all ye who write, a subject fit,?A subject, not too mighty for your wit!?And ere you lay your shoulders to the wheel,?Weigh well their strength, and all their weakness feel!?He, who his subject happily can chuse,?Wins to his favour the benignant Muse;?The aid of eloquence he ne'er shall lack,?And order shall dispose and clear his track.
Order, I trust, may boast, nor boast in vain,?These Virtues and these Graces in her train.?What on the instant should be said, to say;?Things, best reserv'd at present, to delay;?Hoc amet, hoc spernat, promissi carminis auctor.

In verbis etiam tenuis cautusque ferendis,?Dixeris egregié, notum si callida verbum?Reddiderit junctura novum: si forté necesse est?Indiciis monstrare recentibus abdita rerum;?Fingere cinctutis non exaudita Cethegis?Continget: dabiturque licentia sumpta pudenter.?Et nova factaque nuper habebunt verba fidem, si?Graeco fonte cadant, parcé detorta. Quid autem??Caecilio, Plautoque dabit Romanus, ademptum?Virgilio, Varioque? ego cur acquirere pauca?Guiding the bard, thro' his continu'd verse,?What to reject, and when; and what rehearse.
On the old stock of words our fathers knew,?Frugal and cautious of engrafting new,?Happy your art, if by a cunning phrase?To a new meaning a known word you raise:?If 'tis your lot to tell, at some chance time,?"Things unattempted yet in prose or rhime,"?Where you are driv'n perforce to many a word?Which the strait-lac'd Cethegi never heard,?Take, but with coyness take, the licence wanted,?And such a licence shall be freely granted:?New, or but recent, words shall have their course,?If drawn discreetly from the Graecian source.?Shall Rome, Caecilius, Plautus, fix your claim,?And not to Virgil, Varius, grant the same??Or if myself should some new words attain,?Shall I be grudg'd the little wealth I gain??Si possum, invideor; cùm lingua Catonis et Enn??Sermonem patrium ditaverit, et nova rerum?Nomina protulerit? Licuit, semperque licebit?Signatum praesente nota procudere nomen.?Ut silvae foliis pronos mutantur in annos;?Prima cadunt: ita verborum vetus interit aetas,?Et juvenum ritu florent modò nata vigentque.?Debemur morti nos, nostraque; sive receptus?Terra Neptunus, classes Aquilonibus arcet,?Regis opus; sterilisve diu palus, aptaque remis,?Vicinas urbes alit, et grave sentit aratrum:?Seu cursum mutavit iniquum frugibus amnis,?Doctus iter melius: mortalia facta peribunt,?Tho' Cato, Ennius, in the days of yore,?Enrich'd our tongue with many thousands more,?And gave to objects names unknown before??No! it ne'er was, ne'er shall be, deem'd a crime,?To stamp on words the coinage of the time.?As woods endure a constant change of leaves,?Our language too a change of words receives:?Year after year drop off the ancient race,?While young ones bud and flourish in their place.?Nor we, nor all we do, can death withstand;?Whether the Sea, imprison'd in the land,?A work