That people live and die, I knew Drink fine champaigne, or muddled port. Come on, friend; broach the pleasing notion: "For Plato's fancies what care I? I hope you would not have me die, "Dear Drift, to set our matters right 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 these 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, as 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 apophthegms, 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 I difficulty lies in drawing and disposing; or (as the painters term it) in grouping such a multitude of different objects, preserving still the justice and conformity of style and colouring, the "simplex duntaxat & 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. The chief personage, or character, in the epic to carry on the narration and the moral. Homer is always proportioned to the design of the work, intended to show us, in his Iliad, that dissensions amongst great men obstruct the execution of the noblest enterprizes, and tend to the ruin of a state or kingdom. His Achilles therefore is haughty and passionate, impatient of any restraint by laws, and arrogant in arms. In his Odysseïs, the same Poet endeavours to explain, that the hardest fortune restored after the severest afflictions. difficulties may be overcome by labour, and our Ulysses therefore is valiant, virtuous and patient. colony established by the Trojans in Italy, the Virgil's design was to tell us, how, from a small Roman empire rose; and from what ancient families Augustus (who was his prince and patron) descended. His hero therefore was to fight his way to the throne, still distinguished and pro allowed me on so solemn an occasion. tected by the favour of the gods. The poet to | I presume this poetical liberty may be very justly this end takes off from the vices of Achilles, and adds to the virtues of Ulysses; from both perfecting a character proper for his work in the person of Æneas. In my description I have endeavoured to keep to the notions and manners of the Jewish nation at the time when Solomon lived: and, where I alAs Virgil copied after Homer, other epic poets lude to the customs of the Greeks, I believe I may have copied after them both. Tasso's Gierrusa- be justified by the strictest chronology; though a lemme Liberata is directly Troy town sacked; poet is not obliged to the rules that confine an with this difference only, that the two chief historian. Virgil has anticipated two hundred characters in Homer, which the Latin poet had years; or the Trojan Hero and Carthaginian joined in one, the Italian has separated in his queen could not have been brought together: Godfrey and Rinaldo: but he makes them both and without the same anachronism several of the carry on his work with very great success. finest parts of his Æneis must have been omitted. Ronsard's Franciade (incomparably good as far Our countryman Milton goes yet further. He as it goes) is again Virgil's Eneis. His Hero takes up many of his material images some thoucomes from a foreign country, settles a colony, sands of years after the fall of man: nor could and Jays the foundation of a future empire. 1 he otherwise have written, or we read, one of instance in these, as the greatest Italian and the sublimest pieces of invention that was ever French poets in the epic. In our language, yet produced. This likewise takes off the obSpenser has not contented himself with this sub- jection, that some names of countries, terms of missive manner of imitation: he lanches out art, and notions in natural philosophy, are otherinto very flowery paths, which still seem to con- wise expressed than can be warranted by the duct him into one great road. His Fairy Queen | geography or astronomy of Solomon's time. Poets (had it been finished) must have ended in the are allowed the same liberty in their descriptions account which every knight was to give of his and comparisons, as painters in their draperies adventures, and in the accumulated praises of and ornaments: their personages may be dressed, his heroine Gloriana. The whole would have not exactly in the same habits which they wore, been an heroic poem, but in another cast and but in such as make them appear most graceful. figure than any that ever had been written beIn this case probability must atone for the want fore. Yet it is observable, that every hero (as of truth. This liberty has indeed been abused by far as we can judge by the books still remain-eminent masters in either science. Raphael and ing) bears his distinguished character, and represents some particular virtue conducive to the whole design. To bring this to our present subject. The pleasures of life do not compensate the miseries: age steals upon us unawares; and death, as the only cure of our ils, ought to be expected, but not feared. This instruction is to be illustrated by the action of some great person. Who therefore more proper for the business, than Solomon himself? And why may he not be supposed now to repeat what, we take it for granted, he acted almost three thousand years since? If, in the fair situation where this prince was placed, he was acquainted with sorrow; if, endowed with the greatest perfections of nature, and possessed of all the advantages of external condition, he could not find happiness: the rest of mankind may safely take the monarch's word for the truth of what he asserts. And the author, who would persuade that we should bear the ills of life patiently, merely because Solomon felt the same, has a better argument than Lucretius had, when, in his imperious way, he at once convinces and commands, that we ought to submit to death without repining, because Epicurus died. The whole poem is a soliloquy: Solomon is the person that speaks: he is at once the hero and the author, but he tells us very often what others say to him. Those chiefly introduced are his rabbies and philosophers in the first book; and his women and their attendants in the second: with these the sacred history mentions him to have conversed; as likewise with the angel brought down in the third book, to help him out of his difficulties, or at least to teach him how to overcome them. Nee Deus intersit nisi dignus vindice node Tasso have shown their discretion, where Paul Veronese and Ariosto are to answer for their extravagances. It is the excess, not the thing itself, that is blameable. I would say one word of the measure in whick this and most poems of the age are written. Heroic with continued rhyme, as Donne and his contemporaries used it, carrying the sense of one verse most commonly into another, was found too dissolute and wild, and came very often too near prose. As Davenant and Waller corrected, and Dryden perfected it, it is too confined: it cuts off the sense at the end of every first line, which must always rhyme to the next following; and consequently produces too frequent an identity in the sound, and brings every couplet to the point of an epigram. It is indeed too broken and weak, to convey the sentiments and represent the images proper for epic. And, as it tires the writer while he composes, it must do the same to the reader while he repeats; especially in a poem of any considerable length. If striking out into blank verse, as Milton did, (and in this kind Mr. Phillips, had he lived, would have excelled), or running the thought into alternate and stanza, which allows a greater variety, and still preserve the dignity of the verse, as Spenser and Fairfax have done; if either of these, I say, be a proper remedy for my poetical complaint, or if any other may be found, I dare not determine; I am only inquiring in order to be better informed, without presuming to direct the judgment of others. And, while I am speaking of the verse itself, I give all just praise to many of my friends now living, who have in epic carried the harmony of their numbers as far as the nature of this measure will permit. But, once more: he, that writes in rhymes, dances in And now as to the publishing of this piece, though I have in a literal sense observed Horace's Nouum prematur in annum; yet have I by no means obeyed our poetical lawgiver, according to the spirit of the precept. The poem has indeed been written and laid aside much longer than the terin prescribed; but in the meantime I had little leisure, and less inclination, to revise or print it. The frequent interruptions I have met with in my private studies, and great variety of public life in which I have been employed, my thoughts (such as they are) having generally been expressed in foreign language, and even formed by a habitude very different from what the beauty and elegance of English poetry requires: all these, and some other circumstances which we had as good pass by at present, do justly contribute to make my excuse in this behalf very plausible. Far indeed fron designing to print, I had locked up these papers in my scritoire, there to lie in peace till my executors might have taken them out. What altered this design, or how my scritoire came to ⚫be unlocked before my coffin was nailed, is the question. The true reason I take to be the best: many of my friends of the first quality, finest learning, and greatest understanding, have wrested the key from my hands by a very kind and irresistible violence: and the poem is published, not without my consent indeed, but a little against my opinion; and with an implicit submission to the partiality of their judgment. As I give up here the fruits of many of my vacant hours to their amusement and pleasure, I shall always think myself happy, if I may dedicate my most serious endeavours to their interest and service. And I am proud to finish this preface by saying, that the violence of many enemies, whom I never justly offended, is abundantly recompensed by the goodness of more friends, whom I can never sufficiently oblige. And if I here assume the liberty of mentioning my lord Harley and lord Bathurst as the authors of this amicable confederacy, among all those whose names do me great honbur at the beginning of my book; these two only ought to be angry with me: for I disobey their positive order, whilst I make even this small acknowledgment of their particular kindness. TEXTS "I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yea my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge." Ver. 16. "He spake of trees, from the cedar-tree that is in "I know, that whatsoever God doeth, it shall be "For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that "And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end: and much study is a weariness of the flesh." Ch. xii ver. 12. KNOWLEDGE: THE FIRST BOOK. THE ARGUMENT. SOLOMON, seeking happiness from knowledge, convenes the learned men of his kingdom; requires them to explain to him the various operations and effects of Nature; discourses of vegetables, animals, and man; proposes some questions. concerning the origin and situation of the habitable Earth; proceeds to examine the system of the visible Heaven; doubts if there may not be a plurality of worlds; inquires into the nature of spirits and angels; and wishes to be more fully informed as to the attributes of the Supreme Being. He is imperfectly answered by the rabbins and doctors; blames his own curiosity; and concludes, that, as to human science, All is vanity. Yg sons of men, with just regard attend, Observe the preacher, and believe the friend, Whose serious Muse inspires him to explain, That all we act, and all we think, is vain; That, in this pilgrimage of seventy years, O'er rocks of perils, and through vales of tears, Destin'd to march, our doubtful steps we tend, Tir'd with the toil, yet fearful of its end: That from the womb we take our fatal shares Of follies, passions, labours, tumults, cares; And, at approach of Death, shall only know "Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of The truth, which from these pensive numbers flow, vanities, all is vanity." Ver..2. CHIEPLY ALLUDED TO IN BOOK L "The words of the Preacher the son of David, king of Jerusalem." Eccles. chap. i. ver. 1. ↑ As subscribers to the edition in folio, 1718. That we pursue false joy, and suffer real woe. Of my pursuing verse, ideal shade, Born, as I was, great David's favourite son, I said; and sent my edict through the land : "I know not why the beech delights the glade "Whence does it happen, that the plant, which We name the Sensitive, should move and feel? Take but the humblest lily of the field; "Of fishes next, my friends, I would inquire: To that Leviathan, who o'er the seas How in small flights they know to try their young, How from the thicken'd mist, and setting sun, "And, O thou sluggard, tell me why the ant, 'Midst summer's plenty, thinks of winter's want, By constant journies careful to prepare The marks of thought, contrivance, hope, and fear. They show their passions by their acts, like thee: "For potent Nature loves a various act, Too little, it eludes the dazzled sight, The straight looks crooked, and the square grows round. Thus, while with fruitless hope and weary pain, And endless shapes, which the mysterious queen 64 "By what immediate cause they are inclin'd, In many acts, 'tis hard, I own, to find. I see in others, or I think I see, That strict their principles and ours agree. That reason guides our deed, and instinct theirs For tell me, when the empty boaster's word "The combatant too late the field declines, "Consider with me this ethereal space, The rage of Arctos and eternal frost. May not the pleasure of Omnipotence To each of these some secret good dispense? Those who amidst the torrid regions live, May they not gales unknown to us receive? See daily showers rejoice the thirsty earth, And bless the flowery buds' succeeding birth? May they not pity us, condemn'd to bear The various heaven of an obliquer sphere; While by fix'd laws, and with a just return, They feel twelve hours that shade, for twelve that burn; And praise the neighbouring Sun, whose constant flame Enlightens them with seasons still the same? Of day and night, disparted through the year? P |