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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Critick and the Writer of Fables</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, <br>Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; <br>To Fable I descend with soft Delight, <br>Pleas'd to Translate, or easily Endite: <br>Whilst aery Fictions hastily repair <br>To fill my Page, and rid my Thoughts of Care, <br>As they to Birds and Beasts new Gifts impart, <br>And Teach, as Poets shou'd, whilst they Divert. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But here, the Critick bids me check this Vein. <br>Fable, he crys, tho' grown th' affected Strain, <br>But dies, as it was born, without Regard or Pain. <br>Whilst of his Aim the lazy Trifler fails, <br>Who seeks to purchase Fame by childish Tales. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, let my Verse, once more attempt the Skies, <br>The easily persuaded Poet cries, <br>Since meaner Works you Men of Taste despise. <br>The Walls of Troy shall be our loftier Stage, <br>Our mighty Theme the fierce Achilles Rage. <br>The Strength of Hector, and Ulysses Arts <br>Shall boast such Language, to adorn their Parts, <br>As neither Hobbes, nor Chapman cou'd bestow, <br>Or did from Congreve, or from Dryden flow. <br>Amidst her Towers, the dedicated Horse <br>Shall be receiv'd, big with destructive Force; <br>Till Men shall say, when Flames have brought her down. <br>&quot; Troy is no more, and Ilium was a Town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this the way to please the Men of Taste, <br>The Interrupter cries, this old Bombast? <br>I'm sick of Troy, and in as great a Fright, <br>When some dull Pedant wou'd her Wars recite, <br>As was soft Paris, when compell'd to Fight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To Shades and Springs shall we awhile repair, <br>The Muse demands, and in that milder Air <br>Describe some gentle Swain's unhappy Smart <br>Whose folded Arms still press upon his Heart, <br>And deeper drive the too far enter'd Dart? <br>Whilst Phillis with a careless pleasure reigns <br>The Joy, the Grief, the Envy of the Plains; <br>Heightens the Beauty of the verdant Woods, <br>And softens all the Murmurs of the Floods. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! stun me not with these insipid Dreams, <br>Th' Eternal Hush, the Lullaby of Streams. <br>Which still, he cries, their even Measures keep, <br>Till both the Writers, and the Readers sleep. <br>But urge thy Pen, if thou wouldst move our Thoughts, <br>To shew us private, or the publick Faults. <br>Display the Times, High-Church or Low provoke; <br>We'll praise the Weapon, as we like the Stroke, <br>And warmly sympathizing with the Spite <br>Apply to Thousands, what of One you write. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, must that single Stream the Town supply, <br>The harmless Fable-writer do's reply, <br>And all the Rest of Helicon be dry ? <br>And when so many choice Productions swarm, <br>Must only Satire keep your Fancies warm? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst even there, you praise with such Reserve, <br>As if you'd in the midst of Plenty starve, <br>Tho' ne'er so liberally we Authors carve. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy the Men, whom we divert with Ease, <br>Whom Opera's and Panegyricks please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; 
To Fable I descend with soft Delight, 
Pleas'd to Translate, or easily Endite: 
Whilst aery Fictions hastily repair 
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