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A soul as full of Worth, as void of Pride, Which nothing seeks to shew, or needs to hide, Which nor to Guilt nor Fear its caution owes, And boasts a Warmth that from no Passion flows. A face untaught to feign ; a judging Eye, 5 That darts severe upon a rising Lie, And strikes a blush through frontless Flattery. All this thou wert; and being this before, Know, Kings and Fortune cannot make thee more Then scorn to gain a Friend by servile ways, 10 Nor wish to lose a Foe these Virtues raise ; But candid, free, sincere, as you began, Proceed-a Minister, but still a Man. Be not (exalted to whate'er degree) Asham'd of any Friend, not ev’n of Me ; The Patriot's plain, but untrod, path pursue : If not, 'tis I must be asham'd of You.

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Secretary of State] In the year 1720. P.

I shall add a dialogue by Mr. Pope, in verse, that is genuine :

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This Verse be thine, my friend, nor thou refuse This, from no venal or ungrateful Muse. Whether thy hand strike out some free design, Where Life awakes, and dawns at ev'ry line ; Or blend in beauteous tints the colour'd mass, 5 And from the canvas call the mimic face ; Read these instructive leaves, in which conspire Fresnoy's close Art, and Dryden's native Fire :


Epistle to Mr. Jervas] This Epistle and the two following were written some years before the rest, and originally printed in 1717. P.

Jervas owed much more of his reputation to this Epistle than to his skill as a painter. “ He was defective,” says Mr. Walpole, “ in drawing, colouring, and composition; his pictures are a light, Alimsy, kind of fan-painting, as large as the life ; his vanity was excessive.” The reason why Lady Bridgewater's name is so frequently repeated in this Epistle, is, because Jervas affected to be violently in love with her. As she was sitting to him one day, he ran over the beauties of her face with rapture; but added, I cannot help telling your Ladyship you have not a handsome ear.” “ No!-Pray, Mr. Jervas, what is a handsome ear?” He turned aside his cap, and shewed his own!

And reading wish, like theirs, our fate and fame,
So mix'd our studies, and so join'd our name; 10
Like them to shine through long succeeding age,
So just thy skill, so regular my rage.
· Smit with the love of Sister-Arts we came,
And met congenial, mingling flame with flame;
Like friendly colours found them both unite, 15
And each from each contract new strength and light.
How oft in pleasing tasks we wear the day,
While summer-suns roll unperceiv'd away!
How oft our slowly-growing works impart,
While Images reflect from art to art!

20 How oft review ; each finding like a friend Something to blame, and something to commend !

Whatflatt'ring scenes our wand'ring fancy wrought, Rome's pompous glories rising to our thought! Together o'er the Alps methinks we fly, Fir'd with Ideas of fair Italy. With thee, on Raphael's Monument I mourn, Or wait inspiring Dreams at Maro's Urn:


be added names of the poets tha

NOTES. Ver. 13. Sister-Arts) To the poets that practised and understood painting, the names of Dante, of Flatman, of Butler, of Dyer, may be added to that of our author; a portrait of whose painting is in possession of Lord Mansfield : a head of Betterton.

Ver. 27. on Raphael's monument Let me here add Sir Joshua Reynolds's fine characters of Raphael and Michael Angelo.

“ If we put those great artists in a light of comparison with each other, Raffaelle had more taste and fancy, Michael Angelo had more genius and imagination; the one excelled in beauty, the other in energy. Michael Angelo has more of the poetical inspiration, his ideas are vast and sublime, his people are a superior order of beings; there is nothing about them, nothing in the air of their actions, or their attitudes, or the style and cast

With thee repose, where Tully once was laid,
Or seek some Ruin's formidable shade:



so elevaive race of being to their sub sed character;

of their very limbs or features, that puts one in mind of their belonging to our own species. Raffaelle's imagination is not so elevated; his figures are not so much disjoined from our own diminutive race of beings, though his ideas are chaste, noble, and of great conformity to their subjects. Michael Angelo's works have a strong, peculiar, and marked character; they seem to proceed from his own mind entirely, and that mind so rich and abundant, that he never needed, or seemed to disdain, to look abroad for foreign help. Raffaelle's materials are generally borrowed, though the noble structure is his own. The excellency of this extraordinary man lay in the propriety, beauty, and majesty, of his characters, his judicious contrivance of his composition, correctness of drawing, purity of taste, and the skilful accommodation of other men's conceptions to his own purpose. Nobody excelled him in that judgment, with which he united to his own observations on nature the energy of Michael Angelo, and the beauty and simplicity of the antique. To the question therefore, which ought to hold the first rank, Raffaelle or Michael Angelo, it must be answered, that if it is given to him who possessed a greater combination of the higher qualities of the art than any other man, there is no doubt but Raffaelle is the first. But if, according to Longinus, the sublime, being the highest excellence that human composition can attain to, abundantly compensates the absence of every other beauty, and atones for all other deficiencies, then Michael Angelo demands the preference.

“ These two extraordinary men carried some of the higher excellences of the art to a higher degree of perfection than probably they ever arrived at before. They certainly have not been excelled nor equalled since. Many of their successors were induced to leave this great road as a beaten path, endeavouring to surprise and please by something uncommon or new. When this desire after novelty has proceeded from mere idleness or caprice, it is not worth the trouble of criticism; but when it has been in consequence of a busy mind, of a peculiar complexion, it is always striking and interesting, never insipid.

“Such is the great style as it appears in those who possessed

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