Why should the scene be mute, 'Cause thou canst touch thy lute, And string thy Horace? let each Muse of nine Claim thee, and say, Thou'rt mine. "Twere fond to let all other flames expire, To sit by Pindar's fire: For by so strange neglect, I should myself suspect, The palsy were as well thy brain's disease, If they could shake thy Muse which way they please. And though thou well canst sing And on the wings of verse his chariot bear, Yet let thy Muse as well some raptures raise, I would not have thee choose Only a treble Muse; But have this envious, ignorant age to know, Thou that canst sing so high, canst reach as low TO BEN JONSON, Upon occasion of his Ode of defiance annexed to his Play of the New Inn. (BY T. CAREW.) 'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastizing hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoln pride, and empty scribbling due; Touch'd by the Alchemist, doth since decline And blushing evening, when she goes to bed; Nor think it much (since all thy eaglets may This hath the stronger wing, or that doth shine, In equal shares thy love on all thy race, Souls into all, they are not all alike. Why should the follies then of this dull age praise? Such thirst will argue drought. No, let be hurl'd 99 name." Let them the dear expense of oil upbraid, Suck'd by thy watchful lamp, "that hath betray'd To theft the blood of martyr'd authors, spilt Into thy ink, whilst thou grow'st pale with guilt."* Repine not at the taper's thrifty waste, * These are the old accusations against Jonson. His enemies had apparently more malice than invention, since they merely repeat what Decker and his party had urged against him thirty years before. This threadbare ribaldry was thought too valuable to be kept from the readers of Shakspeare, and therefore they are treated with it by Messrs. Steevens and Malone in a hundred different places. ODE TO BEN JONSON, upon his Ode to Himself. (BY J. CLEVELAND.) PROCEED in thy brave rage, Which those more temperate times, Against his supposed fault; That from that full vein did so freely flow: The Graces jointly strove to make that breast We must not make thee less Than Aristophanes : He got the start of thee in time and place, But thou hast gain'd the goal in art and grace. But if thou make thy feasts For the high-relish'd guests, This alludes to the well known distich of Plato, which is thus rendered by Scaliger: "Ut templum Charites quod non labatur haberent, Invenére tuum pectus, Aristophanes." And that a cloud of shadows shall break in, To think that thou shouldst equally delight Though Art and Nature strive Thou art our whole Menander,* and dost look † If thou thy full cups bring Out of the Muses' spring, And there are some foul mouths had rather drink Out of the common sink; There let them seek to quench th' hydropic thirst, Till the swoln humour burst. Let him who daily steals From thy most precious meals, Since thy strange plenty finds no loss by it, And let those silken men That know not how, or when To spend their money, or their time, maintain With their consumed no-brain, *Casar called Terence Menander halfed, because he wanted so much of his grace and sharpness. Ben Jonson may well be cal'd our Menunder, whole, or more: exceeding him as much in sharpness and grace, as Terence wanted of him." I. C. +"Ben Jonson is said to be very like the picture we have of Menander, taken from an ancient medal." i. c. "Menander in a fragment of one of his Comedies, makes his Cook speak after this manner of the diversity of tastes. viz. What is his usual fare? What countryman is he? These things tis meet the cook should scan : But taste them with fastidious appetite." I. C. |