And cards are dealt, and chess-boards To ease the pain of coward thought: That Alma may herself forget. Dick, thus we act; and thus we are, As Brentford kings, discreet and wise, 1558 1570 1580 So Alma, now to joy or grief way; Upward she soars; and down drops clay: O Richard, till that day appears, Which must decide our hopes and fears, 1590 1600 1610 Which thy own hand had whilom planted, 1620 Both pleased with all we thought we wanted; Yet then, even then, one cross reflection And my coz Tom, or his coz Mary, Those who could never read the grammar, When my dear volumes touch the hammer, The coin may mend a tinker's kettle. 1622 1630 1640 1650 Tired with these thoughts-Less tired than I, Quoth Dick, with your philosophyThat people live and die, I knew An hour ago, as well as you. And, if Fate spins us longer years, Or is in haste to take the shears, I know we must both fortunes try, And bear our evils, wet or dry. Yet, let the goddess smile or frown, Drink fine champaigne or muddled port. To view what hurts our naked eye! I'll be all night at your devotion— Come on, friend; broach the pleasing notion: For Plato's fancies what care I! 1 Dear Drift,2 to set our matters right, 1656 1670 1680 1 Humphrey Wanley, librarian to the Earl of Oxford, author of the 'Wonders of the Little World.'-2 Mr Prior's Secretary and Executor. Siquis Deus mihi largiatur, ut ex hac ætate repuersscam, et in cunis vagiam, valde Cic. de Senect. recusem. The bewailing of man's miseries hath been elegantly and copiously set forth by many, in the writings as well of philosophers, as of divines. And it is both a pleasant and a profitable contemplation. Lord Bacon's Advancement of Learning. THE PREFACE. Ir is hard for a man to speak of himself with any tolerable satisfaction or success. He can be no more pleased in blaming himself, than in reading a satire made on him by another; and though he may justly desire that a friend should praise him, yet, if he makes his own panegyric, he will get very few to read it. It is harder for him to speak of his own writings. An author is in the condition of a culprit; the public are his judges. By allowing too much, and condescending too far, he may injure his own cause, and become a kind of felo de se; and by pleading and asserting too boldly, he may displease the court that sits upon him: his apology may only heighten his accusation. I would avoid those extremes; and though I grant it would not be very civil to trouble the reader with a long preface, before he enters upon an indifferent poem, I would say something to persuade him to take it as it is, or to excuse it for not being better. The noble images and reflections, the profound reasonings upon human actions, and excellent precepts for the government of life, which are found in the Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and other books, commonly attributed to Solomon, afford subjects for finer poems in every kind, than have, I think, yet appeared in the Greek, Latin, or any modern language. How far they were verse in their original, is a dissertation not to be entered into at present. Out of this great treasure, which lies heaped up together, in a confused magnificence, above all order, I had a mind to collect and digest such observations, and apothegms, as most particularly tend to the proof of that great assertion, laid down in the beginning of the Ecclesiastes, ALL IS VANITY. Upon the subject thus chosen, such various images present themselves to a writer's mind, that he must find it easier to judge what should be rejected, than what ought to be received. The difficulty lies in drawing and disposing; or (as painters term it) in grouping such a multitude of different objects, preserving still the justice and conformity of style and colouring, the simplex duntaxat et unum, which Horace prescribes, as requisite to make the whole picture beautiful and perfect. As precept, however true in theory, or useful in practice, would be but dry and tedious in verse, especially if the recital be long, I found it necessary to form some story, and give a kind of body to the poem. Under what species it may be comprehended, whether didascalic or heroic, I leave to the judgment of the critics; desiring them to be favourable in their censure; and not solicitous what the poem is called, provided it may be accepted. |