. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . hefe upon,So long and fhort, till All is done,Which, when a With has bound up all,The Country-Folk a Faggot call. So 24 P O E M S O N So fares it with thofe Publick-Biters,Which we mifcall Pindaric
. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . hefe upon,So long and fhort, till All is done,Which, when a With has bound up all,The Country-Folk a Faggot call. So 24 P O E M S O N So fares it with thofe Publick-Biters,Which we mifcall Pindarick-Writers;With Pen and Ink, and wondrous Pains,They bind together various Strains,Firft Lines as long, as any Arm,With Rumbling Stuff the Vulgar charm :Earth, Heavn, and Hell muft all confpireTo fett the noify Bard on comes a Line not half a fpan,Like Dwarf behind a Giant-Man,Trembling and flow, it fcarce can fpeak,But muft in fofter Accents iqueak;Then comes the Long-Taild Thing again,Thundring on in frantick ftrain,Wide it fwells, and foames with Rage,And leaps beyond the fcanty on they run in long-breathd Chace,Each other ftriving for the Race, SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 2? Till having many Pages fpent In proud Bombaft, and noify Rant, The long Verfe drags his Length along To full Extent; fo ends the Song. This Monftrous Thing, unknown to Fame, Our modern Bards Pindarick D TO 26 P O E M S O N TO A Young LADY Sitting at her G L A S S. TO touch the Canvafs with the niceft Art,To make it glow with Life in evry Part jTo bid the blended Colours fall, and rife,To melt the Soul with evry foft Surprife ;For This great lonelier rofe up into Fame,Such was his Talent, fuch may be his Claim:Tis Yours, bright Nymph, in evry Art to pleafe,With Grace untaught, and a becoming Eafe ;To move the ready Paffions, as you will,To melt with Softnefs, or with Frowns to kill Kgellers SEVERAL OCCASIONS. z7 IQtellers nice Art could fill the Soul with Love,But you can make the lovely
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