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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
And there are some foul mouths had rather drink
There let them seek to quench th' hydropic thirst,
Let him who daily steals
From thy most precious meals,
And let those silken men
That know not how, or when
To spend their money, or their time, maintain With their consumed no-brain, Their barbarous feeding on such gross base stuff As only serves to puff
7 "Cæsar called Terence Menander halfed, because he wanted so much of his grace and sharpness. Ben Jonson may well be call'd our Menander, whole, or more: exceeding him as much in sharpness and grace, as Terence wanted of him." I. C.
8 "Ben Jonson is said to be very like the picture we have of Menander, taken from an ancient medal." I. C.
9 "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 :
Up the weak empty mind,
And strive t'engage the scene with their damn'd oaths, As they do with the privilege of their clothes.
Whilst thou tak'st that high spirit,
Great Prince of Poets, though thy head be gray,
And from the chief [pin] in Apollo's quire,
Which fabulous Greece durst fix in heaven, whilst
With all due glory, here on earth shall shine.
Sing, English Horace, sing
Whilst his triumphant chariot runs his whole
So gild thy glorious bays,
That Fame shall bear on her unwearied wing,