His temples, last, with poppies * were o'erspread, That nodding seemed to consecrate his head. To far Barbadoes on the western main; 140 He paused, and all the people cried "Amen." To lard with wit thy hungry Epsom prose. And when false flowers of rhetoric thou wouldst cull, Trust nature, do not labor to be dull; 9 11 170 But write thy best and top, 8 and in each line And, in all changes, that way bends thy will. 7 writer of the prologue to Shadwell's Epsom Wells 8 excel a character in Shadwell's Virtuoso 10 Shadwell dedicated much of his work to the Duke of Newcastle. 11 i.e., by comparing him with Jonson, who was quite his contrary (See also 1. 193.) 12 an inferior poet 13 a character in Shadwell's Psyche 14 See note 16, p. 307. 15 See note 6. 10 dropsy 17 Cf. I Henry IV, II, iv, 493. 1 small barrel 6 1682 10 2 Shadwell was not Irish and insisted that he had never been in Ireland more than a few hours. Iambics were the standard verse-form of satire in classical poetry. 4 characters in Shadwell's plays St. Cecilia, as patroness of music, is commonly represented in paintings with a harp or organ, and Dryden makes her the inventor of the latter. Public festivals in her honor were held annually in London at this period. Compare the following Ode, and also Pope's, p. 333. a chord including all tones Orpheus could lead the savage race, And trees unrooted left their place, Sequacious of the lyre; 8 But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared Mistaking earth for heaven. 40 50 The mighty master smiled to see Softly sweet, in Lydian 2 measures, War, he sung, is toil and trouble, Never ending, still beginning, If the world be worth thy winning, Think, oh, think it worth enjoying. Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee. 100 Behold how they toss their torches on high, Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. CHORUS And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy. Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. 151 Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, 160 With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, 3 the Eumenides, avenging spirits We seek out new; And follow fate, that does too fast pursue. See, how on every bough the birds express, As none of all his subjects undergo? Hark, hark, the waters-fall, fall, fall, And with a murmuring sound Dash, dash, upon the ground, To gentle slumbers call. SONG OF THAMESIS 2 Old father Ocean calls my tide, Come away, come away; 8 16 1665 1 Homer, Vergil, Milton From the opera Albion and Albanius, 1685; Thamesis is the River God Thames, addressing Albanius, who represents the Duke of York (afterwards James II). The latter, in 1679, had been compelled to retire to Brussels, in temporary exile, until the excitement against the Roman Catholics, created by the "Popish plot," should die away. The flattery of James is evident; but the song has a haunting beauty which sets it apart from mere eulogy. THE SECULAR MASQUE Enter JANUS. 3 JANUS Chronos, Chronos, mend thy pace; 3 anciently the highest divinity, who presided over the beginnings of things the god of time; ruler of the world before Zeus |