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them. In the first place, I thank God and nature, that I was born with a love to poetry'; for nothing more conduces to fill up all the intervals of our time, or, if rightly used, to make the whole course of life entertaining: Cantantes licet usque (minus via lædet). 'Tis a vast happiness to possess the pleasures of the head, the only pleasures in which a man is sufficient to himself, and the only part of him which, to his satisfaction, he can employ all day long. The Muses are amicæ omnium horarum ; and, like our gay acquaintance, the best company in the world? as long as one expects no real service from them. I confess there was a time when I was in love with myself, and my first productions were the children of self-love upon innocence. I had made an Epic Poem, and Panegyrics on all the Princes in Europe, and thought myself the greatest genius that ever was. I cannot but regret those delightful visions of my childhood, which, like the fine colours we see when our eyes are shut, are vanished for ever. Many trials and sad experience have so undeceived me by degrees, that I am utterly at a loss at what rate to value myself. As for fame, I shall be glad of any
I can get, and not repine at any I miss; and as for vanity, I have enough to keep me from hanging myself, or even from wishing those hanged who would
But at the conclusion of his translation of the Iliad, he contradicts this sentiment, by applying to himself a passage of M. Antoninus.
* Johnson thought “ in the world" a vulgarism, and always avoided the expression.
take it away. It was this that made me write. The sense of
my faults made me correct : besides that it was as pleasant to me to correct as to write.
At p. 66. 1. 13.-In the first place I own that I have used
best endeavours to the finishing these pieces. That I made what advantage I could of the judgment of authors dead and living; and that I omitted no means in my power to be informed of my errors by my friends and my enemies : and that I expect no favour on account of my youth, business, want of health, or any such idle excuses. But the true reason they are not yet more correct, is owing to the consideration how short a time they and I have to live. A man that can expect but sixty years may be ashamed to emply thirty in measuring syllables and bringing sense and rhyme together. We spend our youth in pursuit of riches or fame, in hopes to enjoy them when we are old, and when we are old, we find it is too late to enjoy any thing. I therefore hope the Wits will pardon me, if I reserve some of my time to save my soul; and that some wise men will be of my opinion, even if I should think a part of it better spent in the enjoyments of life than in pleasing the critics.
ON MR. POPE AND HIS POEMS,
BY HIS GRACE
DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
With Age decay'd, with Courts and bus’ness tir’d,
Encomiums suit not this censorious time,
And yet so wonderful, sublime a thing
Ver. 11.] This is the common-place cant of men tired with business and courts.
“ This is mere moral babble.” Conius, p. 806.
Except I justly could at once commend
'Tis great delight to laugh at some men's ways, But a much greater to give Merit praise.
In these more dull, as more censorious days,