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THE ADVANCEMENT AND REFORMATION OF Modern POETRY.

A Critical Diſcourſe, In Two Parts.

The Firſt, Shewing that the Principal Reaſon why the Ancients excel'd the Moderns in the greater Poetry, was becauſe they mix'd Religion with Poetry.

The Second, Proving that by joyning Poetry with the Religion reveal'd to us in Sacred Writ, the Modern Poets might come to equal the Ancient.

Ab Jove principium Muſae. Virg.
Per Ambages Deorum (que) Miniſteria praecipitandus eſt liber Spiritus. Petron.

By Mr DENNIS.

LONDON, Printed for Rich. Parker, at the Unicorn under the Piazza of the Royal Exchange in Cornhil. M DCCI.

To the Moſt Noble JOHN, Lord Marqueſs of Normanby, Earl of Mulgrave, &c. AND Knight of the Moſt Noble Order of the Garter.

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My Lord,

I Make no queſtion, but that all thoſe Gentlemen, who ſhall happen to be offended at the Newneſs and Boldneſs of the Poſitions, which are the ſubject of the following Treatiſe, will accuſe me of want of Judgment, not only for advancing 'em, but for daring to bring 'em under the protection of ſo diſcerning a Judge as your Lordſhip.

[] But I deſire thoſe Gentlemen to believe, that if I had had a mind that my faults ſhould have lain conceal'd, or would have conſulted my own more than the publick advantage, your Lordſhip is the perſon to whom of all mankind I would laſt have choſen to have addreſs'd them. That tho you had never writ your admirable Eſſay, I ſhould have been convinc'd by your other Poems, and particularly by your Temple of Death; a Temple that is conſecrated at the ſame time to Death and to Immortality, of your perfect knowledge in Criticiſm, becauſe I have experience enough to be ſatisfied, that there never was a great Poet in the world, who was not an accompliſh'd Critick. Horace, who was one of the greateſt of the Roman Poets, was in the firſt Rank of Judges, and Virgil has taken care to tranſmit to poſterity one of the exacteſt pieces of Criticiſm that ever was writ in the world; tho indeed it is a Criticiſm by Examples only, of which Boſſu vouchſaf'd to write the Rules above ſixteen hundred years afterwards.

Thus, my Lord, I am ſufficiently acquainted with your Character to approach you with awe; but at the ſame time I am convinc'd that they are miſtaken, who believe that the moſt Diſcerning are the moſt [] Rigid Judges. I am ſatisfied that a Write has a great deal of reaſon to be more apprehenſive of half Criticks, who are govern'd by opinion, or guided by prejudice, or ſway'd by partial affection; and who ſee faults but in ſome places, and at ſome particular times; for ſuch Cenſors are inexorable to the leaſt of our Errors. But your Lordſhip, whoſe unclouded Underſtanding ſees all our faults, where-ever they are, and who knows how difficult, if not impoſſible, it is for us not to err, will make large allowances for the Imperfections of Humane Nature, or our particular frailties, if you diſcover in us the appearance of any good quality, which may beſpeak your indulgence. Imperfect, partial, prejudic'd Criticks have Judgment enough to Diſcover Faults, but want Diſcernment to find out Beauties; or if at any time by chance they Diſcover them, they are perhaps too intereſted, or too envious, or too fearful to own them. But as Nature, that has given you ſo many extraordinary qualities, has conſpir'd with Fortune, in ſetting your Lordſhip infinitely above ſo mean a Paſſion as Envy; ſo ſhe has plac'd you as far above the Imperious ſway of opinion, that madly tyrannizes over the multitude. Your Lordſhip never approves of our actions becauſe [] they have met with ſucceſs, but becauſe they deſerve to ſucceed. And here I humbly deſire of your Lordſhip, that in behalf of all the Lovers of Poetry, I may return you thanks for the Protection and Patronage of a great man deceas'd. 'Tis known to all the obſerving world, that you generouſly began to eſpouſe him, when he was more than half oppreſt by a very formidable party in the Court of King Charles II. a faction that wanted neither Power nor Authority to cruſh him; who, beſides that they held the foremoſt Rank in the State, had got poſſeſſion of the minds of the people, with whom they had acquir'd a great Reputation, for their Knowledge and Capacity in matters of Wit and Criticiſm. If that great man had faults, your Lordſhip wanted no Diſcernment to find them; but you wanted malice, partiality, prejudice, and the reſt of thoſe ungenerous obſtacles, that hindred others from diſcovering or confeſſing his Beauties. Your Lordſhip eaſily found that he had Beauties which over-weigh'd all faults; and it was that conſideration that engag'd you to ſupport him againſt his powerful adverſaries. They, upon an unaccountable [...] which they had taken to his perſon, [...] have oppreſt his growing merit; [...] conſideration of that [...], cheriſh'd his perſon, notwithſtanding [] his pretended frailties; and while others, to expreſs their malice to the man, would have hindred the advancement even of that Art which they pretended to eſteem ſo much; your Lordſhip, on the contrary, by a wiſe, a good natur'd, and a noble proceeding, cheriſh'd the man on purpoſe to make him inſtrumental in advancing the Art. And as it was after you took him into your protection, that he writ ſeveral of his moſt valuable pieces, 'tis to your Lordſhip that the world is in ſome meaſure indebted for the greater number of his excellencies.

And with the ſame greatneſs of mind, with which to advance a noble Art, you rais'd and ſupported a man oppreſs'd by very powerful adverſaries; ſo in order to the ſame deſign, you pull'd down the Tyranny of publick prejudice, and of a Triumphant opinion. For 'tis known to all the world, that your Lordſhip declar'd againſt the Obſcenity which was ſhamefully crept into our Engliſh Poetry; at a time when not only that way of writing, but the Verſes which you particularly hinted at, were in the very height of their Reputation. But the ſucceſs was anſwerable to the nobleneſs of your Lordſhips attempt; thoſe Verſes have gradually declin'd ever ſince in their [] Reputation, and nothing of that nature will now be ſuffer'd by any but the Rabble. So that your Lordſhip has done a very ſignal kindneſs not only to a noble Art, but to Vertue itſelf, and have highly oblig'd all vertuous men as well as lovers of Poetry.

My Lord, I have mentioned this the more willingly, becauſe it fairly gives me an opportunity of confirming by your Lordſhips Authority, the aſſertion which is the foundation of the following Treatiſe; which is, that Religion gives a very great advantage for the exciting of Paſſion in Poetry. Your Lordſhip has inform'd us, that Obſcenity and Poetry are things that are inconſiſtent. The aſſertion muſt be granted by all to be unqueſtionably true; for nothing can be poſſibly conſiſtent with an Art, which runs counter to the very end and deſign of that Art. Now the end of Poetry is to Inſtruct and Reform, and Obſcenity in writing corrupts the manners. But this on the other ſide is not to be doubted, that Verſes may be produc'd from the ancient Poets, which are at once Obſcene and Poetical; tho at the ſame time it muſt be confeſt, that they would have been more fine, if they had been more chaſte. But if any one demands why Ribaldry ſhould be [...] in the Ancient Poetry, when [] it is ſo plainly inſufferable in the Modern; to him I anſwer, that it can be nothing but the Religion of the Ancients which makes the difference; for theirs was very conſiſtent with Obſcenity, whereas ours entirely abhors it. A way of writing that was authoriz'd by their Religion, could never be ſaid to be utterly inconſiſtent with inſtruction. Beſides, Paſſion is the principal thing in Poetry, and tho Obſcenity has ſomething too groſs and fulſom in it, to conſiſt with the Delicacy of a tender Paſſion, yet by mingling with their Obſcene Verſes, their Cupid, their Venus, and the reſt of their Amorous Divinities, they had the advantage of that other ſort of Paſſion which we call Enthuſiaſm; whereas the Divinity of our Religion being utterly abhorrent of any thing which is impure, ſuch Ribaldry inſerted in our Poetry can never poſſibly either inſtruct or move.

The conſideration of what your Lordſhip has done to advance Poetry, has oblig'd me to lay the following Treatiſe at your feet; a Preſent, I confeſs, that is altogether unworthy of you, but it is by much the moſt valuable that either I have, or ever have had to make; and your Lordſhip has accepted it with the ſame goodneſs that the Perſian King did the Apple: He ſaw that [] it was all that his Subject could do to teſtifie his acknowledgment; and for that very reaſon it was more agreeable to him, than the vain pompous Preſents of thoſe who believ'd they could add to his Treaſure. I believ'd that the very Deſign to improve an Art, which your Lordſhip has actually ſo much advanc'd, would prevail upon your goodneſs to excuſe a great many faults, which you may find in the following Treatiſe.

But upon mentioning the Deſign of the enſuing Diſcourſe, I find my ſelf ſufficiently perplex'd. There are ſeveral things of the laſt importance that ought to be preliminary to the Diſcourſe itſelf: And I find that I have ſtrong temptations upon me of following Mr Dryden's Example, and of ſaying to your Lordſhip, what is uſually directed to the Reader in general. But then I conſider that I have neither Mr Dryden's great qualities, nor like him a Reputation long eſtabliſh'd, nor, what ought chiefly to be conſider'd, the Honour of having often approach'd your Lordſhip, to authorize ſuch a Liberty. But yet on the other ſide, the things that I have to ſay are of important conſequence to the good of the Cauſe which I have undertaken; and I find that I ſhould be [...]ting to that noble Cauſe, if I ſhould addreſs my ſelf to the Reader in general; and [] I ſhould be thought by all diſcerning perſons to proceed as abſurdly, as would a Lawyer, who upon a ſolemn pleading, ſhould apply himſelf to the Multitude, who have little knowledge of his affair, and no Authority to determine it; inſtead of ſpeaking to his Awful Judge, who has a perfect knowledge of his Cauſe, and a Soveraign Authority to decide it.

The Deſign of all Poetical Criticiſm, muſt be, if it is juſt and good, to advance ſo uſeful and ſo noble an Art as Poetry. And the deſign of the following Treatiſe is no leſs than to ſet the Moderns upon an equal foot with even admir'd Antiquity. In order to the doing which, I humbly deſire leave of your Lordſhip, that I may make an enquiry in what the preheminence of the Ancient Poets conſiſts; and why I prefer one of the Grecian Tragedies, as for example, the Oedipus of Sophocles, to one of our celebrated Engliſh Tragedies; as for inſtance, the Julius Caeſar of Shakeſpear. Upon reflection I find that the reaſon is, becauſe I am more delighted and more inſtructed by the former; and that for this very reaſon, becauſe I am more mov'd by it: For I find by experience that I am no further pleas'd nor inſtructed by any Tragedy, than as it excites Paſſion in me. But in [] order to the diſcovering why I am more mov'd by the former than the latter of thoſe Tragedies, I deſire leave to make an enquiry into the principal differences between them, and that in all probability will determine the matter. I find then, my Lord, that there are two very ſignal differences between the Oedipus and the Julius Caeſar. Firſt, the Oedipus is exactly Juſt and Regular, and the Julius Caeſar is very Extravagant and Irregular. Secondly, the Oedipus is very Religious, and the Julius Caeſar is Irreligious. For, with ſubmiſſion to your Lordſhips Judgment, I conceive that every Tragedy ought to be a very ſolemn Lecture, inclucating a particular Providence, and ſhowing it plainly protecting the good, and chaſtizing the bad, or at leaſt the violent; and that if it is otherwiſe, it is either an empty amuſement, or a ſcandalous and pernicious Libel upon the government of the world. The killing of Julius Caeſar in Shakeſpear, is either a Murder or a Lawful Action; if the killing Caeſar is a, Lawful Action, then the killing of Brutus and Caſſius is downright Murder; and the Poet has been guilty of polluting the Seene with the blood of the very beſt and laſt of the Romans. But if the killing of Caeſar is Murder, and Brutus and Caſſius [] are very juſtly puniſh'd for it; then Shakeſpear is on the other ſide anſwerable for introducing ſo many Noble Romans, committing in the open face of an Audience, a very horrible Murder, and only puniſhing two of them; which proceeding gives an occaſion to the people to draw a dangerous inference from it, which may be Deſtructive to Government, and to Human Society.

Thus, My Lord, I have a great deal of reaſon to ſuſpect that the Oedipus derives its advantage from its Regularity, and its Religion; and the preſumption grows ſtill more ſtrong, when upon enquiry I find, that the fore-mention'd Regularity is nothing but the bringing ſome Rules into practice, which Obſervation and Philoſophy have found requiſite for the ſurer exciting of Paſſion. For as this, I think, cannot be conteſted, that of two Combatants, who have equal Strength and equal Courage, he is moſt likely to have the better who has the moſt addreſs; ſo in a contention and prize of Poetry, between perſons who have equal force of mind, he will be certain to have the advantage, who is the beſt inſtructed to uſe his ſtrength.

If any of the enemies to Regularity will give themſelves the trouble to peruſe the Oedipus of Sophocles, with an impartial [] eye, he will eaſily diſcern how inſtrumental the Poetical Art is in leading him from Surprize to Surprize, from Compaſſion to Terror, and from Terror to Compaſſion again, without giving him ſo much as a time to breathe; and he will as eaſily diſcover, how the Religion that is every where intermix'd with the Play, ſhews all the Surprizes even when he leaſt expects this, as ſo many immediate ſucceſſive effects of a particular Dreadful Providence, which make them come like ſo many Thunder-claps from a ſerene Heaven to confound and aſtoniſh him.

A Poet is capacitated by that which is commonly call'd Regularity, to excite the ordinary Paſſions more powerfully by the conſtitution of the Fable, and the influence which that muſt neceſſarily have both upon the words and thoughts; and Religion beſides the Influence it will have upon the ordinary Paſſions, will be to a Poet, who has force and skill enough to make his advantage of it, a perpetual ſource of extraordinary Paſſion, which is commonly call'd Enthuſiaſm, for the ſentiments and the expreſſions.

For what concerns Regularity, or the exciting of ordinary Paſſion, enough has been ſaid already. Your Lordſhip has particularly made the Publick a Preſent, which is, I confeſs, but little in Volume but is magnificent [] in Value and Ornament; 'tis a Preſent in Jewels, which caſts a further luſtre than Treaſures that take up a larger ſpace, and is more ſolid to thoſe who are near it. Our Writers have been ſufficiently told, that writing Regularly is writing Morally, Decently, Juſtly, Naturally, Reaſonably. The Deſign, my Lord, of the following Treatiſe is to ſhew of what uſe Religion may be to the advancement of Poetry. But becauſe all that has been ſaid concerning Regularity is ſo neceſſary a preparative to this Deſign, that it would be wholly uſeleſs without it, I hope your Lordſhip will not think it to be foreign to my purpoſe, if at a time when the Rules are neglected by ſome, and ſlighted by others, I beſtow a little time in proving the neceſſity of obſerving thoſe; without the ſtrict obſervance of which, the following Treatiſe will be an empty amuſement, and we muſt abſolutely deſpair of making any advancement in Poetry.

The neceſſity of obſerving Rules to the attaining a perfection in Poetry is ſo very apparent, that he who will give himſelf the trouble of Reflecting, cannot eaſily doubt of it. Rules are neceſſary even in all the inferiour Arts, as in Painting and Muſick. If any one ſhould pretend to draw a Picture without having ever been taught, or without knowing or [] practiſing any thing of Perſpective or Proportion, but ſhould pretend to ſucceed alone by the natural force of his Fancy, that man would certainly be eſteem'd a very Impudent and Impertinent perſon.

Your Lordſhip knows that it is the very ſame thing in Muſick that it is in Painting. If any one ſhould pretend to compoſe in parts, without underſtanding the grounds, that perſon would infallibly render himſelf very contemptible. Now if they pleaſe by Rules in a leſs noble Art, can they reaſonably expect to pleaſe without them in one that is more noble? If they pleaſe not by Rules in Poetry, how muſt they pleaſe? By Chance! For this is certain, that they muſt do it by one or the other, for there is no third way.

There is nothing in Nature that is great and beautiful, without Rule and Order; and the more Rule and Order and Harmony we find in the objects that ſtrike our ſences, the more worthy and noble we eſteem them. I humbly conceive that it is the ſame in Art, and particularly in Poetry, which ought to be an exact imitation of Nature. Now Nature, taken in a ſtricter ſenſe, is nothing but that Rule and Order and Harmony which we find in the viſible Creation. The Univerſe owes its admirable beauty to [] the Proportion, Situation and Dependance of its parts. And the little World, which we call Man, owes not only its Health and Eaſe and Pleaſure, nay, the continuance of its very Being to the Regularity of Mechanical motion, but even the ſtrength too of its boaſted Reaſon, and the piercing force of thoſe aſpiring thoughts, which are able to paſs the bounds that circumſcribe the Univerſe. As Nature is Order and Rule and Harmony in the viſible World, ſo Reaſon is the very ſame throughout the inviſible Creation. For Reaſon is Order and the Reſult of Order. And nothing that is Irregular, as far as it is Irregular, ever was or ever can be either Natural or Reaſonable. Whatever God Created he deſigned it Regular, and as the reſt of the Creatures cannot ſwerve in the leaſt from the Eternal Laws pre-ordain'd for them, without becoming fearful or odious to us; ſo Man, whoſe mind is a Law to itſelf, can never in the leaſt tranſgreſs that Law, without leſſning his Reaſon, and debaſing his Nature. In fine, whatever is Irregular, either in the Viſible or Inviſible World, is to the perſon who thinks right, except in ſome very extraordinary caſes, either Hateful or Contemptible.

[...] both Nature and Reaſon, which But a [] two in a larger acceptation is Nature, owe their Greatneſs, their Beauty, their Majeſty, to th eirperpetualOrder; for Order at firſt made the face ofthings ſo beautiful, and the ceſſation of that Order would once more bring in Chaos; ſo Poetry, which is an imitation of Nature, muſt do the ſame thing. I can neither have Greatneſs or Real Beauty, if it ſwerves from the Laws which Reaſon ſeverely preſcribes it, and the more Irregular any Poetical Compoſition is, the nearer it comes to extravagance and confuſion, and to nonſence, which is nothing.

But, as in ſome of the numberleſs parts which conſtitute this beauteous all, there are ſome appearing irregularities, which parts notwithſtanding contribute with the reſt to compleat the Harmony of univerſal Nature; and as there are ſome ſeeming Irregularities even in the wonderful Diſpenſations of the Supream and Soveraign Reaſon, as the oppreſſion of the good, and flouriſhing of the bad, which yet at the bottom are rightly adjuſted, and wiſely compenſated, and are purpoſely appointed by Divine Fore-knowledge for the carrying on the profound Deſigns of Providence; ſo, if we may compare great things with ſmall, in the creation of the accompliſh'd Poem, ſome things may at firſt ſight be ſeemingly againſt Reaſon, [] which yet at the bottom are perfectly Regular, becauſe they are indiſpenſably neceſſary to the admirable conduct of a great and a juſt Deſign.

No man knows better than your Lordſhip, that the Renown'd Maſters among the Ancients, Homer and Virgil, &c. had too much Capacity, and too much Diſcernment, not to ſee the neceſſity of knowing and practiſing the Rules which Reaſon and Philoſophy have preſcib'd to Poets. They wrote not with a little narrow Deſign to pleaſe a Tumultuous tranſitory aſſembly, or a handful of men who were call'd their Countrymen; They wrote to their fellow Citizens of the Univerſe, to all Countries and to all Ages; and they were perfectly convinc'd that tho Caprice and Extravagance may pleaſe the multitude, who are always fluctuating, and always uncertain; yet that nothing but what is great in Reaſon and Nature, could be able to delight and inſtruct Mankind. They were clearly convinc'd that nothing could tranſmit their Immortal works to poſterity, but ſomething like that harmonious Order which maintains the Univerſe; that it was partly to that, they were to owe that wondrous merit, which could be able to render their Fame eternal, to extend and perpetuate the very languages in which they [] writ, and to illuſtrate the glory of their Countries by their own.

Your Lordſhip knows that it was towards the beginning of the laſt Century, that the French, a ſubtle and diſcerning Nation, began to be ſenſible of this, and upon it ſeveral of their extraordinary men, both Poets and Philoſophers, began to cultivate Criticiſm. Upon which there follow'd two very remarkable things. For firſt, the cultivating of the Poetical Art advanc'd their Genius's to ſuch a height, as was unknown to France before; and ſecondly, the appearing of thoſe great Genius's, was very inſtrumental in ſpreading their language thro all the Chriſtian World; and in raiſing the eſteem of their Nation to that degree, that it naturally prepar'd the way for their Intrigues of State, and facilitated the execution of their vaſt Deſigns.

My Lord, theſe alterations happen'd in France, while the French reform'd the ſtructure of their Poems, by the noble models of ancient Architects; and your Lordſhip knows very well, that the very contrary fell out among us; while, notwithſtanding your generous attempt to reform us, we reſolv'd with an injudicious obſtinacy to adhere to our Gothick and Barbarous manner. For in the firſt place, our Stage has degenerated [] not only from the taſte of Nature, but from the greatneſs it had in the time of Shakeſpear, in whoſe Coriolanus and Caſſius we ſee ſomething of the Invincible Spirit of the Romans; but in moſt of our Heroes which have lately appear'd on the Stage, Love has been ſtill the predominant paſſion, whether they have been Grecian or Roman Heroes; which is falſe in Morality, and of ſcandalous inſtruction, and as falſe and abſurd in Phyſicks. For Ambition makes a man a Tyrant to himſelf, as well as it does to others; and where it once prevails, enſlaves the Reaſon, and ſubdues all other Paſſions. And it was for this very cauſe, if your Lordſhip will allow me to make this digreſſion, that in the two Tragedies that I writ my ſelf, I made Love a ſubordinate Paſſion, and ſubjected it in the one to Glory, and in the other to Friendſhip; that ſo I might make them fit to entertain the wiſeſt of our Sex, and the beſt and moſt virtuous of the other. And it is impoſſible to tell you with what extream ſatisfaction I heard that the laſt of them was not diſpleaſing to you.

But ſecondly, At the ſame time that the French has been growing almoſt an univerſal Language, the Engliſh has been ſo far from diffuſing itſelf in ſo vaſt a manner, that I know by experience that a man may [] travel o're moſt of theſe Weſtern parts of Europe, without meeting with three Foreigners, who have any tolerable knowledge of it. And yet the Engliſh is more ſtrong, more full, more ſounding, more ſignificant, and more harmonious than the French. I know very well, that a great many will be unwilling to allow the laſt; but I appeal to your Lordſhip if this is not a convincing proof of it, that we have Blank Verſe which is not inharmonious, and the French pretend to no Poetical Numbers, without the aſſiſtance of Rhime.

But it may perhaps be alledg'd, that the reaſon why the French has got the advantage of our language, is partly from their ſituation on the Continent, partly from the intrigues and affairs which they have with their Neighbours, and partly becauſe their Language has more affinity with one of the learned Languages. But to this I anſwer, that the Germans are as advantageouſly ſeated as the French for diffuſing their Language; and the Spaniſh Tongue is rather nearer related to the Latin than is the French; and all the World knows, that towards the beginning of the laſt Century, the Houſe of Auſtria was full as buſie with their Neighbours, as the Houſe of Bourbon is now; and yet then neither the German [] nor the Spaniſh Tongue made any conſiderable progreſs. I will not deny, but that the ſituation and affairs of the French may have been of advantage to them in the diffuſing their Language; but 'tis certainly the Learning of any Nation that is moſt inſtrumental in it. I make no doubt, but that in Learning, which is uſeful and neceſſary, and barely ſolid, without ornament, we far ſurpaſs the French. Our practical Phyſicians have more Reputation than theirs even in France itſelf; and our practical Divines have acquir'd more Fame, throughout the Northern Countries of Europe, than either the natives of thoſe places, or any of the Modern French Divines, whether they are Reform'd or Papiſtical. And this laſt is therefore the more conſiderable, becauſe they writ in our mother Tongue, whereas the Phyſicians have employed a learned Language. But I am very much inclin'd to believe, that 'tis the polite Learning of any Nation, that contributes moſt to the extending its Language, and Poetry is the branch of polite Learning, which is the moſt efficacious in it. In order to the proving this, I deſire your Lordſhips leave, to examine who they are who are moſt Inſtrumental in making a Language paſs the bounds which confine the original ſpeakers of it. And [] they ſeem to me to be the Gentlemen of neighbouring Nations, who have time and opportunity to viſit foreign Countries, and are capacitated by their Fortunes and their Educations, to cultivate Languages, which they were not born to ſpeak. For, beſides that theſe are the perſons who are the moſt capacitated to learn them, they have by the variety and multiplicity of their converſation moſt opportunities to ſpread them. Now the motives that for the moſt part incite Gentlemen to ſtudy are two, Pleaſure and Vanity. But Pleaſure and Vanity will find their account abundantly more in polite Learning, than in Literature, which is barely ſolid. For, polite Learning is more eaſie, and has more of Imagination in it, and inſtructs them much better how to varniſh their defects, and render them agreeable to one another. 'Tis chiefly then the polite Learning of any Nation that engages the Gentlemen of foreign Countries to apply themſelves to ſtudy the Language of that Nation. But even of polite Learning, Poetry appears to be the moſt agreeable, and moſt attractive branch, becauſe it is the moſt moving. And we find by experience, that in the Learning of thoſe Languages which have been moſt generally known, Poetry has made a very conſiderable figure. Gentlemen then in all [] likelihood will apply themſelves moſt eagerly to the ſtudy of that Language, whoſe Poetry is very agreeable to them. But that Poetry muſt be moſt agreeable to the generality of Gentlemen which is moſt moving and moſt inſtructive. For, tho Gentlemen ſtudy to pleaſe themſelves, yet if they are men of ſenſe, they will not be for empty pleaſure, but will endeavour to be inſtructed and delighted together. Beſides, when Gentlemen begin to ſtudy the Poetry of any language, the firſt thing they underſtand is the reaſonable part of it. For the fineneſs of the Imaginative part, which depends in great meaſure upon force of words, and upon the beauty of expreſſion, muſt lye conceal'd from them in a good degree till they are perfect in the Language. Thus the Poetry of that Language which is moſt reaſonable and moſt inſtructive, muſt in all likelihood have moſt attraction for the Gentlemen of neighbouring Nations; and we have ſhewn above, that that is the moſt reaſonable and moſt inſtructive Poetry, which is the moſt Regular.

My Lord, upon this foot it is eaſie to determine whether our Poetry or the French has moſt attractions for the reſt of Europe. This is plain, that Moliere, Corneille and Racine and Boileau are known in a manner [] to all the Chriſtian World; whereas Spencer and Milton, Ben Johnſon and Shakeſpear are ſtrangers as it were to all the world, excepting the Subjects of Great Britain. I believe that our Language, by reaſon of the dependance that it has upon the Saxon, is not very difficult to be learnt by the people of the Northern Countries; and in ſhort, many of their Clergy have learnt enough of it, to make their advantage of our Eccleſiaſtical Writings. But both they and their Gentlemen are almoſt wholly ſtrangers to our Poetry, whereas the French Poets are extremely well known to the But here ſome angry people will immediately ask if I affirm that our own is inferiour to the French Poetry. To ſatisfie both them and the Truth, I am oblig'd to declare; at the ſame time ſubmitting this matter to be decided by your Lordſhip in the laſt appeal, that I believe we have naturally more force, and more elevation than the French; that ſeveral things in Shakeſpear are ſuperiour to any which the French Theatre has produc'd; and that in ſome little Poems, which either requir'd no ſymetry, or were writ by thoſe who very well knew how to practiſe it, we are abſolutely ſuperiour to them; that at laſt I am not ſo much delivering my own thoughts, as the opinions [] of others; that the very deſign I have even in affirming what I do, is to do what lies in my little capacity to put our Writers in a way to make our Neighbours, and with them all Europe, ſenſible of the advantage which we have by Nature? that even our natural force muſt receive acceſſion from Art, and augment in proportion as the French has done; that both our Force and our Spirit will in all likelihood be augmented by Skill, as addreſs in the uſe of our Weapons very often adds both to our Force and Courage. That a Poem with a Fable is like a Human Body, and that the weakneſs of any one part, influences and diſables in ſome degree thoſe which in themſelves are ſtrong; that if we are not ſhock'd at our own Irregularity, 'tis becauſe it has the advantage of long Habitude, for we have been us'd to it from our Infancy; but that to our Neighbours, who have conſtantly been us'd to Art and Conduct, it muſt ſeem as awkward and as diſagreeable, as our Gothick Cathedrals would to thoſe Italians who have always frequented St Peter's; and that what I barely call Irregular here, would be term'd by them Indecent, Immoral, Unjuſt, Unreaſonable, Unnatural. In fine, I appeal to your Lordſhip, whether the French Dramatick Writers are not believ'd ſuperiour to [] the Engliſh by all the reſt of Europe; th [...] at the ſame time I am convinc'd, that our Writers having naturally more elevation, and our Language more Harmony than theirs and both our Writers and Language more force; we want only Art to make ourſelves as ſuperiour to them in Poetry as we formerly were in Empire.

And here, my Lord, I fancy that I [...] the enemies to Regularity in a little confuſion; they are too well ſatisfied of you [...] Lordſhips Ability and Impartiality, to decline your Juriſdiction; and they cann [...] but remember to their ſorrow that you hav [...] formerly given the Cauſe againſt them.

Upon ſuppoſition then that for the futu [...] they will inſtruct themſelves in the Poetic [...] Art; I muſt leave it to your Lordſhip [...] determine whether the following Treat [...] may be of any ſervice to them, and gi [...] them ſtill another advantage over [...] French, by directing them to chooſe, [...] to manage their ſubjects in ſuch a manne [...] as may make them moſt ſuſceptible of Po [...] try; and that is to find, or make the [...] Religious; a piece of Criticiſm which [...] I knew not how eſcap'd all the French Criticks.

Your Lordſhip knows very well that ſo [...] of them, as for inſtance, Boileau, dicerning [] the actual preheminence of the Ancients, have fondly believ'd that they were ſuperiour to us by Nature; and that others, as Perrault, very juſtly diſdaining to own ſuch a natural ſuperiority, have very unjuſtly deny'd their actual preheminence. The firſt part of the following Treatiſe was intended to ſhew, that the Ancient Poets had [...]at actual preheminence, but that they deriv'd it from joyning their Religion with their Poetry; upon which I believe they were thrown at firſt by chance. The Deſign of the ſecond part is to ſhew, that the Moderns, by incorporating Poetry with the Religion reveal'd to us in Sacred Writ, may come to equal the Ancients. But two things muſt be always ſuppos'd: the one, That the Poets have force and skill equal to the ſubjects they treat of; and a ſacred ſubject requires ten times more of both than a prophane one. The other is, That this is not to be extended to thoſe ſorts of Poetry, in which the Moderns cannot poſſibly make uſe of their Religion, with the ſame advantage that the Grecians and Romans employ'd theirs, as Epic, Paſtoral and Amorous Poetry.

My Lord, The ultimate end of the enſuing diſcourſe is to ſhew that the intention of Poetry and the Chriſtian Religion being [...]ike to move the affections, they may very [] well be made inſtrumental to the advancing each other. I have reaſon to believe th [...] this Deſign will not be unacceptable to you [...] Lordſhip, not only upon the account of Religion it ſelf, but as you are an Encourage [...] of Arts, and a great States-man, who know that the bare endeavour to advance an A [...] among us, is an effort to augment the Learning, and conſequently the Reputation and conſequently the Power of a gre [...] people; that the flouriſhing of the eſtabliſh'd Religion muſt have a neceſſary influenc [...] upon the publick Proſperity; that he wh [...] does any thing to recommend Chriſtianity to the minds of others, endeavours to promote the common good; as on the other ſide, He who breaks in upon the Revelation makes a dangerous attempt not only upon the Conſtitution, but upon Government in general; that there never was, nor ever can be any flouriſhing Government without a Reveal'd Religion; that ſeveral Engliſh-men have loſt, together with the Religion of their Anceſtors, their Honour, their Integrity, and their Publick Spirit; and that open and avowed Deiſm has grown up among us, together with Abominable Corruptions, not only in the manners of private men, but in the the adminiſtration of publick affairs.

[] But now, my Lord, I have been ſo intent upon my Cauſe, that it has almoſt made me forget, that for my having detain'd you ſo long, I ought to beg pardon not only of your Lordſhip, but of your Friends and the Publick. That by writing this I am guilty of diverting you from writing or ſpeaking your ſelf ſomething which is much more Important, either at Home, or in that Illuſtrious Aſſembly, of which you are ſo ſolid and ſhining an Ornament. I humbly deſire of your Lordſhip to excuſe the Liberty I have taken, and to believe that I am, with the profoundeſt Reſpect,

My Lord,
Your Lordſhip's moſt Oblig'd Moſt Humble, and Moſt Obedient Servant, John Dennis.
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THE ADVANCEMENT AND REFORMATION OF Modern Poetry.
PART I.

CHAP. I. The Deſign of the Work.

NOthing can ſhew the excellence of Poetry more, than that it has always been eſteem'd by the beſt of men, and that there has been no extraordinary man in [2] the world ſince it came to any perfection, but who has commended it or encourag'd it.

And yet, to the Confuſion of moſt who have given themſelves time to think of it, Poetry, that has been encourag'd by ſo many great Princes, is believ'd by ſeveral to have degenerated, rather than to have improv'd by Time; while Phyſicks, Metaphyſicks, and ſome other Arts, that have been very little, or not at all encourag'd, have advanc'd conſiderably.

And what will appear to be yet more ſtrange, the very efforts that the Moderns have made to advance Poetry have done it hurt, becauſe they have proceeded upon ſuch erroneous principles, as have not only made their attempts ſucceſsleſs, but have caus'd them to miſtake their Errors for their Impotence.

For, ſome of the Moderns, who have been great Admirers of their Contemporaries, which is a modeſt expreſſion for themſelves, will by no means allow that the Ancients have excell'd us. From which opinion Preſumption has follow'd, and from Preſumption Security, and from Security Idleneſs.

[3] But Deſpair on the other ſide has done a great deal more harm than Preſumption has done on that. For ſome who have been of opinion that the Ancients have ſurpaſs'd us, have believ'd that they have done ſo, becauſe they were in themſelves ſuperiour to us; from which it has happen'd that they have been ſervilely contented with following their old Maſters, and moſt of the Beſt of the Modern Poetry has been but a Copy of the Ancient.

Theſe different Opinions have occaſion'd Diſputes, and theſe Diſputes have produc'd Quarrels, which have been maintain'd with a great deal of Heat on both ſides. The favourers of the Moderns have treated their Adverſaries as dejected little-ſoul'd perſons, who have a baſe opinion of themſelves and of Human Nature, which laſt they have much ado to forgive them, becauſe they are included in the Cenſure.

For, How can it be, ſay they, but a Scandalous Deſpondence that obliges us to prefer other men to our ſelves, when Reaſon gives us the preference. For this, they ſay, is paſt all Diſpute, that they who excel others in the ſame kinds [4] of Writing, muſt have ſome advantage over them. And that advantage muſt be either from without or from within, or from the ſubjects they treat of. Now we can make it appear, ſay the Favourers of the Moderns, that the Ancient Poets had no external or internal advantage over us, and that the advantage of the ſubject is rather on our ſide. And this is what the Favourers of the Moderns alledge for themſelves. The Partizans of the Ancients have on the other ſide treated the Favourers of the Moderns, as perſons that are abſolutely ignorant and without taſte.

That the Ancients have excelled us in the greatneſs of Poetry they pretend to prove from the Authority of all; who have univerſally been acknowledged to to be the beſt Judges. For, ſay they, the conſent of theſe, where the queſtion is concerning a thing, that is rather to be felt, than to be demonſtrated, is of the laſt importance. We defy, ſay they, any of the Favourers of the Moderns, to name ſo much as one Modern Critick, who has any Reputation in the world, who does not acknowledge that the Ancients ſurpaſs us in the greatneſs of Poetry. [5] For the few, ſay they, who have aſſerted the preheminence of the Moderns, have immediately rendred themſelves ridiculous to all men, who have any underſtanding in theſe affairs, and at length to all the reſt, excepting a little handful of men, whoſe arrogance and obſtinacy and extravagant vanity has been a Comedy to the reſt.

So that the conſent of the beſt Criticks, continue they, implies the conſent of all, and the conſent of mankind for ſo many ſeveral ages, concerning a thing that is rather to be felt, than to be demonſtrated, is, if not a convincing Proof, at leaſt a very ſtrong Preſumption. But what has been the event of this Diſpute on both ſides? Why the probability of the Arguments, inſtead of working conviction, has only exaſperated the Spirits of the Parties; and the Favourers of the Moderns have treated the Lovers of the Ancients as ſo many ſlaviſh Pedants, and theſe on the other ſide the Favourers of the Moderns as ſo many ignorant Fools.

Amidſt this diverſity of opinions and theſe contentious ferments, I thought I ſhould do an important ſervice to a moſt [6] noble art, if I could contribute any thing to the reconciling the common Friends to Poetry, that they might endeavour the advancement of the common cauſe with greater force united.

In order then to the calming the Fury of the Contending Parties, I ſhall endeavour to extort Important Conceſſions from both, and oblige on the one ſide, the Favourers of the Moderns, to acknowledge that the Ancients are not ſo weak as to make the Moderns preſume; and engage at the ſame time the Partiſans of the Ancients to own, that the Ancients are not in themſelves ſo ſtrong, as to make the Moderns deſpair.

And in order to the gaining this point with the greater eaſe, and the making my ſelf an Agreeable Mediator of Peace, I ſhall endeavour to make an Impartial enquiry into the merits of the Cauſe, and try to engage both Parties by turns, by ſupporting their juſt pretenſions. And whereas the Favourers of the Moderns have juſtly alledged, that all Writers who ſurpaſs others in the ſame kinds of Writings, muſt do it from ſome nternal, or external advantage, or from [7] the ſubject it ſelf, I ſhall endeavour to ſhew in the two following Chapters, that the Ancients could not derive their preheminence from any external or internal advantage, and afterwards we ſhall proceed to examine whether they deriv'd it from the ſubjects they treated of.

CHAP. II. That the Ancients did not excel the Moderns by any External Advantage.

THe External Advantages which one Writer has over another are chiefly two. The Aſſiſtance which he receives from the Age in which he writes, and the Encouragement he meets with. Now we ſhall ſhew that the Ancients did not ſurpaſs the Moderns on the account of either of theſe.

Firſt, they had no advantage in the Aſſiſtance which they receiv'd from the Age in which they writ; on the contrary, [8] the advantage here is clearly on the ſide of the Moderns: For good Thinking is the foundation of good Writing, both in Eloquence and in Poetry. Now thoughts are but the Images of things, and our knowledge of things is greater than that of the Ancients. For ſeveral which they knew are better known to us, and we know ſeveral which they never knew at all. How many Arts have the Moderns improv'd? How many wonderful Inventions are owing to them? And how many amazing Diſcoveries? From which we have a ſupply of Thoughts and Images that is never to be exhauſted. So that in the Aſſiſtance which we Receive from the Age in which we live, we have the advantage of the Ancients.

Nor, ſecondly, is it from the encouragement which they received, that the Ancient Poets excell'd the Moderns: Tho at the ſame time I really believe that Encouragement was one of the cauſes of the Ancient excellence of the Orators. For tho good Thinking is the foundation of good Writing both in Eloquence and in Poetry, and the Moderns are qualify'd [9] to think as Reaſonably and as Subtly as the Ancients thought, yet 'tis in theſe Arts as it is in Architecture, there can be no Beauty nor Greatneſs without Foundation, but 'tis not the Foundation that makes the Greatneſs or Beauty. The chief deſign of Eloquence is to perſwade, and he perſwading the moſt effectually who moves his Hearers the moſt; that which makes the Greatneſs and Beauty of Eloquence, is not ſo much the thinking rightly, tho without that there can be no Excellence, as thoſe violent Paſſions that reign and tyrannize over our Souls in the Speeches of the Ancient Orators, which they chiefly deriv'd from Ambition. For the moving their Popular Aſſemblies among the Ancient Grecians and Romans, being almoſt the only way among them to arrive at the chief Honours of the State, it can be no wonder to thoſe who reflect upon the Force of Ambition, and the Stings it infixes into the minds of men, that the Ancient Grecians and Romans ſhould be ſo great Maſters of Eloquence. For, being inſtigated and ſtung by Ambition, they not only were ſupported in the taking ſuch pains as the [10] Moderns are utterly uncapable of taking, becauſe they have not the ſame incentive to ſuſtain them, but being mov'd and fir'd by Ambition themſelves they the more eaſily rowz'd and inflam'd others; for if any one happens to urge, that the Love of Glory being alike inſeparable from Moderns and Ancients, they have equal incentives to Eloquence; I deſire him to take notice, that there is a very conſiderable difference between the Love of Glory barely conſidered, and that which is joyn'd to Ambition, which is the deſire of Power and Place. For I deſire him to conſider, what Nouriſhment and Force the Love of Glory that was in the minds of the Ancient Orators, muſt neceſſarily have received from the Tumultuous applauſes of the popular Aſſemblies, and the Glorious Recompences that enſued upon them.

But now if any one thinks, that he has here found out the Reaſon, why the Ancients ſurpaſs'd us in the greater Poetry, becauſe Paſſion making the Greatneſs and Beauty of Poetry, as well as it does of Eloquence, (which it certainly does, as ſhall be clearly ſhewn [11] anon) and Paſſion receiving acceſs from Encouragement, the Ancient Poets writ with a Force ſuperiour to that of the Moderns, only becauſe they were more encouraged: if any one, I ſay, thinks at this rate, he will find himſelf very much miſtaken. For tho I am convinc'd that Encouragement does very much, yet I am ſatisfied that the difference is not chiefly owing to that; for in the firſt place, tho the encouragement which the Ancients gave, was more general than that which the Moderns have met with, yet ſome of the Moderns have been as much encourag'd as moſt of the Ancients were, and yet fall very much ſhort of them in the greater Poetry, of which Boileau and Racine are two Illuſtrious Examples. In the ſecond place, Homer, the moſt admirable of all the Ancients, was not at all encourag'd. In the third place, one of the Moderns receiv'd no encouragement, who has often tranſcendently ſoar'd above both Ancients and Moderns, and that is Milton, as ſhall be ſhewn in its proper place. And, laſtly, Comedy was as much encourag'd by the Grecians and Romans, as any other [12] ſort of Poetry; witneſs what the Athenians did for Ariſtophanes, and Scipio and Lelius for Terence; and yet I am perſwaded that the Moderns have ſurpaſs'd the Ancients in Comedy, and ſhall give my Reaſons below why I make no ſcruple of preferring Moliere, and two or three of our own Comick Poets, to Terence and Ariſtophanes. So that we muſt ſeek for another Cauſe of the excellence of the Ancient Poets, than the encouragement they met with.

There are three other things which may be numbred among external advantages, and thoſe are the Climates in which the Ancient Poets liv'd, and the Languages in which they writ, and the Liberty which they enjoy'd. But theſe are not the chief things from which the Ancients deriv'd their Preheminence. For the greateſt of the Lyrick Poets writ in a Country of downright Blockheads, and one of the greateſt of the Epick Poets in a Country that had loſt its Liberty, and beſides the Grecians enjoy'd all the advantages of their Climate, and their Language and their Liberty, long after the Decay of Poetry. 'Tis true, indeed, the Grecians and Romans did [13] derive one real Excellence from the Beauty of their Language, and that was the Harmony of their Verſification, in which the Moderns are not likely to equal them. But Harmony of Verſification is not the chief thing in Poetry, nor does the chief Excellence of the Ancients conſiſt in ſuch a Harmony. And thus we have ſhewn that they did not derive their Preheminence from any thing that was external: Let us examine in the next Chapter, whether the Ancients deriv'd their Excellence from any internal advantage.

CHAP. III. That the Ancients did not ſurpaſs the Moderns from any Internal Advantage.

THere is nothing more certain, than that he who handles any ſubject excellently, muſt do it by the power of his Internal Faculties. And conſequently he who treats any ſubject admirably, [14] has an inward advantage over him who treats it ſcurvily. But either that advantage is naturally deriv'd from the ſubject, or it is not. If it is naturally deriv'd from the ſubject, in that caſe we can never pretend to deny that the Ancients had an inward advantage over the Moderns. All that we ſhall endeavour to prove, is, that they had no internal advantage over them, abſtracted from the nature of the ſubjects of which they treated.

Now all the internal advantages, which the Ancients may be ſuppoſed to have had over the Moderns, may be reduc'd to four. Divine Inſpiration. Inſpiration by Daemons. A Natural Superiority of the Faculties of the Soul. A greater Degree of Vertue.

The firſt advantage that the Ancient Poets may be ſuppoſ'd to have had over the Moderns, is from Divine Inſpiration. Now the Ancient Poets were the Heathen Theologues, and to affirm that the Spirit of God ſhould inſpire thoſe to teach the Adoration of Idols, and inſpire them more than he does the Moderns, who are of the true Religion, would be equally abſurd and blaſphemous.

[15] Nor, Secondly, can they have any advantage by Inſpiration of Daemons. For in the firſt place, 'tis abſurd to give a ſupernatural Cauſe of an effect of which we can give a very natural one. But we can give a very natural Cauſe of the Excellence of the Ancient Poets, as ſhall be ſhewn anon. In the ſecond place the Ancients before Socrates, ow'd all their Moral Philoſophy to their Poets. Now tho that Philoſophy was only diſpers'd up and down in ſentences, yet had it a natural tendency to the forming that ſyſtem, which afterwards the Diſciples of Socrates fram'd from the mouth of their Maſter. And as that ſyſtem was the utter overthrow of the Heathen Revelation, as we ſhall ſhew anon, any thing that had a natural tendency to the forming that ſyſtem, could not be the work of Daemons. But Thirdly, ſuppoſing the Ancient Graecian Poets were really inſpired by Daemons, it is hard to imagine that they ſhould receive a greater advantage from ſuch an Inſpiration as that, than the Moderns, who apply themſelves to Sacred Poetry, ſhould have from Divine Aſſiſtance.

[16] Nor, Thirdly, Can the Ancient Poets be ſuppos'd to have had a greater ſhare of virtue than the Moderns. For all the Grecian Poets who were famous for the greater Poetry, flouriſh'd before there was in that part of the world any ſyſtem of Morality. And perhaps moſt of the Roman Poetry is only a Copy of the Grecian. Now it is hard to imagin, that they who had no ſyſtem of Morality, and no ſupernatural ſupport, ſhould tranſcend the Moderns in Vertue, who have a perfect ſyſtem of Morality and Divine Aſſiſtance.

Nor, Fourthly, and principally, had the Ancient any natural ſuperiority of Faculties over the Modern Poets. For if they ſurpaſs the Moderns in the greater Poetry, out of any ſuperiority of Faculties, which they had naturally as they were the Ancients, it muſt be by a ſuperiority of underſtanding or imagination, or both. But firſt, it was not from any ſuperiority of underſtanding. Becauſe from hence it would follow, that the Minds of men grow weaker by ſucceſſion of ages, and then the Ancients would have ſurpaſs'd one another, as they preceded in time.[17] Orpheus and Muſaeus would have excell'd Homer, Alcaeus and Stetichorus Pindar, Theſpis Euripides, and Aeſchylus Sophocles; Tyrtaeus Virgil, and Alcmon Horace, which is all abſolutely falſe. But then again, if any one urges, that if the Ancients did not ſurpaſs one another according to precedence of time, it was becauſe art and experience were requir'd to the perfection of Poetry, and the younger in Time had the Advantage of the elder both in Art and Experience; to that I anſwer, that ſome of the Poets, who are younger in Time, have perhaps the advantage of thoſe who are older, more by Nature than they have by Art. For the Tragick and Lyrick Poets, who preceded Sophocles and Pindar, come more behind them in true Genius than they go before them in Time. But now if the Ancients did not ſurpaſs one another according to priority of Time, why ſhould they excel us? If it be objected, that ſeveral very extraordinary men happen'd to be born at ſuch and ſuch particular times; to that I anſwer, that this arriv'd by providence or by chance. If you alledge that it fell out by chance, to that [18] I reply, that all the great Poets among the Grecians flouriſh'd within four hundred years of one another, and all the great Poets among the Romans within two hundred years; and then let me ask you, whither this look'd like chance. But if you pretend, that theſe men at theſe particular times, were deſign'd ſuch excellent Poets by Providence, and for that very end were form'd with faculties ſo much ſuperiour to thoſe who preceded them, and who came after them; then let me ask you, for what deſign Providence ſhould ſo manifeſtly alter the courſe of nature, or why that which fell out by Providence then, may not by Providence arrive again.

Beſides, if the Ancient Poets excell'd the Moderns by a ſuperiority of underſtanding, it would neceſſarily follow that they underſtood their Subjects better; which is falſe: For the Subjects of the Epick, Tragick and Lyrick Poets, are the vertues, vices, and paſſions of men, which the Moderns ought to underſtand at leaſt as well as the Ancients, becauſe they have all the knowledge of the Ancients, and their own improvement beſides.

[19] Thus have I endeavour'd to ſhow, that we have no reaſon to deſpair of equalling the Ancients, becauſe of the Tranſcendency of their underſtandings. And what has been ſaid about their underſtandings, may ſerve to ſhew that they as little excell'd the Moderns in their Imaginations, as they did in the other; tho ſomething more may be ſaid for the laſt, for the violence of the Paſſions, proceeding from the force of the Imagination, and the corruption of Mankind, from the violence of the Paſſions, and the corruption of Mankind growing greater, as the World grows older; it follows, that the Imaginations of Men muſt grow ſtronger as the World grows older.

But laſtly, how vain it is to urge, that the Ancients excell'd the Moderns by a ſuperiority of Faculties, when it will appear a little lower, as clear as the Sun, that one of the Moderns very often excells them both in his Thoughts and Spirit.

Thus we have endeavour'd to ſhew, that the Ancients did not excell the Moderns in the greater Poetry, from any external advantage, that is, from the [20] aſſiſtance which they had, from the Ages in which they writ, or from the Encouragement with which they met. We have ſhewn too, that they did not ſurpaſs them from any Internal advantage, whether it was from Divine Inſpiration, or Inſpiration by Daemons, or Tranſcendency of Vertue, or ſuperiority of Faculties. The advantage then, which the Ancient Poets had over the Moderns, if they had any advantage, muſt be deriv'd from the Subjects of which they treated.

CHAP. IV. That the Ancient Poets deriv'd their greatneſs from the Nature of their Subjects.

IF the Ancient Poets excell'd the Moderns in the greatneſs of Poetry; that is, in Epick Poetry, in Tragedy, and in the greater Ode; they muſt neceſſarily derive their preheminence from the Subjects of which they treated, ſince it has [21] beeu plainly made to appear, that they could notDerive it from anyExternal or Internal advantage. And it follows, that the Subjects which were handled by the Ancients, muſt be different from thoſe which have been treated of by the Moderns. And if the Poems which have been writ by the Ancients of the forementioned kinds were very much greater than thoſe which have been produced by the Moderns, why then it follows, that the ſubjects were very different. But here the Favourers of the Moderns aſſert, that the advantage which is to be drawn from the Subject, is purely on the ſide of the Moderns. For who, for Example, will compare the atchievements of Achilles and Aeneas, the event of which was only the reducing two pitiful paltry Bourgs, with the glorious actions of ſome of our Modern Captains. But then the Partizans of the Ancients reply, that there is a difference between one ſubject and another, which their adverſaries ſeem not to have thought of. For, ſay they, humane Subjects, can never differ ſo much among themſelves, as Sacred Subjects differ from Humane, for the difference [22] between the Two laſt is as great as that between God and Man; which we know is infinite. Now, ſay they, ſacred Subjects are infinitely more ſuſceptible of the greatneſs of Poetry, than prophane ones can be. And the Subjects of the Ancients in the forementioned Poems were ſacred. Now that we may engage the Lovers of the Antients in their turns by ſupporting their juſt pretenſions, let us endeavour to ſhow in the following Chapters, that Sacred Poems muſt be greater than Prophane ones can be, ſuppoſing equality of Genius, and equal art in the Writers, and that the Poems of the Ancients in the forementioned kinds were ſacred. But in order to the doing that, we muſt declare what Poety is, and what is its chief Excellence.

CHAP. V. The Paſſion is the chief thing in in Poetry, and that all Paſſion is either ordinary Paſſion, or Enthuſiaſm.

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But before we proceed let us define Poetry; which is the firſt time that a Definition has been given of that noble Art: For neither Ancient nor Modern Criticks have defin'd Poetry in general.

Poetry then is an imitation of Nature by a pathetick and numerous Speech. Let us explain it.

As Poetry is an Art, it muſt be an Imitation of Nature. That the inſtrument with which it makes its Imitation is Speech need not be diſputed. That that Speech, muſt be Muſical, no one can doubt: For Numbers diſtinguiſh the parts of Poetick Diction from the periods of Proſe. Now Numbers are nothing but articulate ſounds, and their [24] pauſes meaſur'd by their proper proportions of time. And the periods of Proſaick Diction are articulate ſounds, and their pauſes unmeaſur'd by ſuch proportions. That the Speech, by which Poetry makes its Imitation, muſt be pathetick is evident; for Paſſion is ſtill more neceſſary to it than Harmony. For Harmony only diſtinguiſhes its Inſtrument from that of Proſe, but Paſſion diſtinguiſhes its very nature and character. For therefore Poetry is Poetry, becauſe it is more paſſionate and ſenſual than Proſe. A Diſcourſe that is writ in very good Numbers, if it wants Paſſion can be but meaſur'd Proſe. But a Diſcourſe that is every where extremely pathetick, and conſequently every where bold and figurative, is certainly Poetry without Numbers.

Paſſion then is the Characteriſtical mark of Poetry, and conſequently muſt be every where. For where-ever a Diſcourſe is not pathetick, there it is Proſaick. As Paſſion in a Poem muſt be every where, ſo Harmony is uſually diffus'd throughout it. But Paſſion anſwers the two ends of Poetry better than Harmony can do, and upon that account is [25] preferable to it: For firſt it pleaſes more, which is evident: For Paſſion can pleaſe without Harmony, but Harmony tires without Paſſion. And in Tragedy and in Epick Poetry a man may inſtruct without Harmony, but never without Paſſion: For the one inſtructs by Admiration, and the other by Compaſſion and Terror. And as for the greater Ode, if it wants Paſſion, it becomes Hateful and Intolerable, and its Sentences grow Contemptible.

Paſſion is the Characteriſtical mark of Poetry, and therefore it muſt be every where; for without Paſſion there can be no Poetry, no more than there can be Painting. And tho the Poet and the Painter deſcribe action, they muſt deſcribe it with Paſſion. Let any one who beholds a piece of Painting, where the Figures are ſhewn in action, conclude that if the Figures are without Paſſion the Painting is contemptible. There muſt be Paſſion every where in Poetry and Painting, and the more Paſſion there is, the better the Poetry and the Painting, unleſs the Paſſion is too much for the ſubject; and the Painter and the Poet arrive at the height of [26] their Art, when they deſcribe a great deal of Action with a great deal of Paſſion. It is plain then from what has been ſaid, that Paſſion in Poetry muſt be every where, for where there is no Paſſion there can be no Poetry, but that which we commonly call Paſſion, cannot be every where in any Poem. There muſt be Paſſion then, that muſt be diſtinct from ordinary Paſſion, and that muſt be Enthuſiaſm. I call that ordinary Paſſion, whoſe cauſe is clearly comprehended by him who feels it, whether it be Admiration, Terror or Joy; and I call the very ſame Paſſions Enthuſiaſms, when their cauſe is not clearly comprehended by him who feels them. And thoſe Enthuſiaſtick Paſſions are ſometimes ſimple, and ſometimes complicated, of all which we ſhall ſhew examples lower. And thus I have ſhewn that the chief thing in Poetry is Paſſion; but here the Reader is deſir'd to obſerve, that by Poetry we mean Poetry in general, and the Body of Poetry; for as for the form or ſoul of particular Poems, that is allow'd by all to be a Fable. But Paſſion is the chief thing in the Body of Poetry, as Spirit is in the [27] Human Body. For without Spirit the Body languiſhes, and the Soul is impotent: Now every thing that they call Spirit or Genius in Poetry, in ſhort, every thing that pleaſes, and conſequently moves in the Poetick Diction, is Paſſion, whether it be ordinary or Enthuſiaſtick.

And thus we have ſhewn what the chief excellence in the Body of Poetry is, which we have prov'd to be Paſſion. Let us now proceed to the proofs of what we propounded, that ſacred ſubjects are more ſuſceptible of Paſſion than prophane ones, and that the ſubjects of the Ancients were ſacred in their greater Poetry, I mean either ſacred in their own natures, or by their manner of handling them.

CHAP. VI. That Paſſion is more to be deriv'd from a Sacred Subject than from a Prophane one.

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WE have prov'd that Paſſion is the chief thing in Poetry, and that Spirit or Genius, and in ſhort every thing that moves is Paſſion. Now if the chief thing in Poetry be Paſſion, why then the chief thing in great Poetry muſt be great Paſſion. We have ſhewn too, that Paſſion in Poetry is of two ſorts, ordinary Paſſion or Enthuſiaſm. Let us now proceed to convince the Reader, that a ſacred Poem is more ſuſceptible of Paſſion than a prophane one can be; which to effect, let us ſhew two things, that a ſacred ſubject is as ſuſceptible of ordinary paſſions as a prophane one can be, and more ſuſceptible of the Enthuſiaſtick.

The firſt is evident from experience: For the Poetry among the Ancients, [29] which ſhall be hereafter prov'd to be ſacred, had in it greater ordinary Paſſions, than their Human Poetry either had or could poſſibly have.

'Tis now our buſineſs to ſhow that Religious ſubjects are capable of ſupplying us with more frequent and ſtronger Enthuſiaſms than the prophane. And in order to the clearing this, let us enquire what Poetical Enthuſiaſm is. Poetical Enthuſiaſm is a Paſſion guided by Judgment, whoſe cauſe is not comprehended by us. That it is a Paſſion is plain, becauſe it moves. That the cauſe is not comprehended is ſelfevident. That it ought to guided by Judgment is indubitable. For otherwiſe it would be Madneſs, and not Poetical Paſſion. But now let us enquire what the cauſe of Poetical Enthuſiaſm is, that has been hitherto not comprehended by us. That Enthuſiaſm moves, is plain to ſence; why then it mov'd the Writer: But if it mov'd the Writer, it mov'd him while he was thinking. Now what can move a man while he is thinking, but the thoughts that are in his mind. In ſhort, Enthuſiaſm as well as ordinary Paſſions, muſt proceed from the [30] thoughts, as the Paſſions of all reaſonable creatures muſt certainly do; but the reaſon why we know not the cauſes of Enthuſiaſtick as well as of ordinary Paſſions, is becauſe we are not ſo us'd to them, and becauſe they proceed from thoughts, that latently and unobſerv'd by us, carry Paſſion along with them. Here it would be no hard matter to prove that moſt of our thoughts are naturally attended with ſome ſort and ſome degree of Paſſion. And 'tis the expreſſion of this Paſſion, which gives us ſo much pleaſure, both in Converſation and in Human Authors. For I appeal to any man who is not altogether a Philoſopher, whether he is not moſt pleas'd with. Converſation and Books that are Spirited. Now how can this Spirit pleaſe him, but becauſe it moves him, or what can move him but Paſſion? We never ſpeak for ſo much as a minute together withont different inflexions of voice. Now any one will find upon reflection, that theſe variations and thoſe inflexions mark our different paſſions. But all this paſſes unregarded by us, by reaſon of long uſe, and the incredible celerity of our thoughts, [31] whoſe motion is ſo ſwift, that it is even to our ſelves imperceptible; unleſs we come to reflect, and every one will not be at the trouble of that. Now theſe paſſions, when they grow ſtrong I call Enthuſiaſtick motions, and the ſtronger they are the greater the Enthuſiaſm muſt be. If any one asks what ſort of paſſions theſe are, that thus unknown to us flow from theſe thoughts; to him I anſwer, that the ſame ſort of paſſions flow from the thoughts, that would do from the things of which thoſe thoughts are Ideas. As for example, if the thing that we think of is great, when then admiration attends the Idea of it; and if it is very great amazement. If the thing is pleaſing and delightful, why then Joy and Gayety flow from the Idea of it; if it is ſad, melancholy; if 'tis miſchievous and powerful, then the Imagination of it is attended with Terror; And if 'tis both great and likely to do hurt and powerful, why then the thought of it is at once accompanied with Wonder, Terror and Aſtoniſhment. Add to all this, that the mind producing theſe thoughts, conceives by reflection a certain Pride, and Joy and Admiration, as [32] at the conſcious view of its own excellence. Now he who ſtrictly examines the Enthuſiaſm that is to be met with in the greater Poetry, will find that it is nothing but the fore-mention'd paſſions, either ſimple or complicated, proceeding from the thoughts from which they naturally flow, as being the thoughts or Images of things that carry thoſe paſſions along with them, as we ſhall ſhew by examples in the following Chapter.

But theſe paſſions that attend upon our thoughts are ſeldom ſo ſtrong, as they are in thoſe kind of thoughts which we call Images. For they being the very lively pictures of the things which they repreſent, ſet them, as it were, before our very eyes. But Images are never ſo admirably drawn, as when they are drawn in motion; eſpecially if the motion is violent. For the mind can never imagine violent motion, without being in a violent agitation it ſelf; and the Imagination being fir'd with that Agitation, ſets the very things before our eyes; and conſequently makes us have the ſame paſſions that we ſhould have from the things themſelves. For the warmer the Imagination is, the more [33] preſent the things are to us, of which we draw the Images, and therefore when once the Imagination is ſo inflam'd as to get the better of the underſtanding, there is no difference between the Images and the things themſelves; as we ſee, for example, in Fevers and Mad men.

Thus have we ſhewn that Enthuſiaſm flows from the thoughts, and conſequently from the ſubject from which the thoughts proceed. For, as the Spirit in Poetry is to be proportion'd to the Thought, for otherwiſe it does not naturally flow from it, and conſequently is not guided by Judgment; ſo the Thought is to be proportion'd to the Subject. Now no Subject is ſo capable of ſupplying us with thoughts, that neceſſarily produce theſe great and ſtrong Enthuſiaſms, as a Religious Subject: For all which is great in Religion is moſt exalted and amazing, all that is joyful is tranſporting, all that is ſad is diſmal, and all that is terrible is aſtoniſhing.

CHAP. VII. The Cauſes of Poetical Enthuſiaſm, ſhewn by Examples.

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THe Enthuſiaſm that is found in Poetry, is nothing but the forementioned paſſions, Admiration, Joy, Terror, Aſtoniſhment, flowing from the thoughts which naturally produce them. For Admiration, together with that Pride which exalts the ſoul at the conceiving a great Hint, gives elevation; Joy, if 'tis great, gives tranſport, and aſtoniſhment gives vehemence. But now let us ſhew by examples, how this was done, and let us begin with that Admirable Ode of Horace, which is the third of the Third Book.

Juſtum & Tenacem propoſiti virum,
Non civium ardor prava Jubentium,
Non vultus inſtantis Tyranni
Mente quatit ſolida, neque Auſter
Dux Inquieti Turbidus Adriae;
[35] Nec fulmin antis magna Jovis manus,
Se fractus Illabatur Orbis
Impavidum ferient Ruinae.

That is,

The man, the brave man, who is reſolv'd upon a right and a firm principle, is ſure never to have his ſolid vertue ſhaken, neither by the rage of the giddy multitude, nor by the frowns of an inſulting Tyrant, nor by the Fury of the Roaring South, that Turbulent Ruler of the Tempeſtuous Adria; no, nor by the Red Right Hand of Thundring Jove: Nay, ſhould the World's disjointed Frame come ruſhing down with a Diſmal Sound upon him, its Ruines might Cruſh, but they could never Shake him. Now 'tis plain that in the original there is a great deal of Enthuſiaſm. But let us obſerve a little what this Enthuſiaſm is. Upon obſervation we ſhall find then, that in the fore-mentioned Verſes there is Elevation, Severity and Vehemence, and conſequently there is ſomething Admirable in them, and Terrible and Aſtoniſhing. Now why ſhould we feel theſe paſſions in reading theſe thoughts, unleſs the paſſions naturally attend them, when they are expreſs'd as [36] they ſhould be? But Admiration, as we have ſaid above, muſt come from ſomething that is great, and Terror from ſomething that is powerful, and likely to hurt; and Aſtoniſhment from ſomething that is very Terrible, and very likely to hurt; that is, from things that are ſo, or from their Idea's. The Reader, upon examining the fore-mention'd Verſes, will find that the thoughts in them all are great and terrible, and ſome of them are aſtoniſhing.

But here I deſire the Reader to obſerve three things: Firſt, the admirable gradation of Thought here. How the Poet riſes from ſomething that is Terrible, to ſomething that is more Terrible, till he comes at laſt to ſomething Aſtoniſhing and Amazing. How from the Rage of the Mad Multitude, he proceeds to the frowns of a Tyrant that ſtands threatning by: How he riſes from thence to a ſtorm at Sea, and from thence to the wrath of Jove expreſs'd in the dreadful Thunder, and from thence to the final diſmal Diſſolution of all things. The next thing that I deſire him to obſerve is, How the Spirit of the Poet riſes with his Thoughts, which [37] is a ſure ſign, that the one is nothing but the paſſions that attend on the other. And the third thing that the Reader is to remark is, that the Poet could not carry his Enthuſiaſm higher after the ſecond thought, without having recourſe to Religion. For he who knows any thing of the Pagan ſyſtem, knows that the three laſt thoughts are taken from their Religion.

Let us now ſet before the Reader an Image, that only by its greatneſs will move him and exalt him. The paſſage is in the firſt Book of Milton's Paradice Loſt, where he thus deſcribes Lucifer.

He above the reſt,
In ſhape and geſture proudly eminent,
Stood like a Towr, his form had yet not loſt
All her original Brightneſs, nor appear'd
Leſs than Archangel ruin'd, and th' exceſs
Of Glory obſcur'd, as when the Sun new riſn
Looks thro the Horizontal miſty Air,
Shorn of his Beams, or from behind a Cloud
In dim Eclipſe Diſaſtrous Twilight ſheds
On half the Nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes Monarchs; Darkned ſo yet ſhone
Above them all th' Archangel, but his Face
Deep Scars of Thunder had Intrench'd.

[38] I deſire the Reader would give himſelf the trouble of comparing theſe ten lines, with the ten that preceded them, and then to tell me, why the Spirit ſhould be ſo much greater in theſe than it is in the others; unleſs it proceeded from the greatneſs of the Ideas, or how the greatneſs of the Ideas could cauſe it, but by infuſing into the Poet admiration and a noble pride, which expreſs'd make the Spirit, which is ſtately and majeſtick till the laſt, and then it grows vehement, becauſe the Idea which cauſes it, is not only great, but very Terrible. For all the afflicting Paſſions that are violent are expreſs'd with vehemence. The Reader cannot but obſerve of himſelf, that the greateſt of theſe noble Ideas is taken from Religion.

But his Face
Deep Scars of Thunder had Intrench'd.

Now let us conſider two very maſterly Images, out of the Second Book of Virgil; the firſt is the Hewing down of a Tree, which appear'd ſo admirable to Julius Scaliger, that he affirm'd that Jupiter [39] could never have mended it; and the ſecond gave occaſion for that Incomparable Statue of Laocoon, which I ſaw at Rome, in the Gardens of Beluidere, and which is ſo aſtoniſhing, that it does not appear to be the work of Art, but the miſerable Creature himſelf, like Niobe benumm'd and petrify'd with grief and horror.

The firſt, beſides its Greatneſs, carries Terror along with it. Virgil compares the Deſtruction of Troy, which had been ten years beſieg'd, to the fall of a Mountain Aſh, at whoſe Root the labouring Swains had been a long time hewing with their Axes.

Ac veluti ſummis antiquam in montibus ornum,
Cum ferro acciſam, crebriſ (que) bipennibus inſtant.
Eruere Agricolae certatim, illa uſ (que) minatur.
Et Tremefacta Comam concuſſo vertice nutat,
Volneribus Donec Paulatim evicta, ſupremum
Congemuit, traxit (que) Jugis avolſa ruinam.
[40] And as when ſturdy Swains, with frequent ſtrokes,
Hewing with all their ſtretcht out arms, let drive
At the firm Root of ſome aſpiring Oak,
Which long the Glory of the Mountain ſtood,
That ev'ry moment formidably nods,
And ſhakes the lofty glories of its crown,
Till broken by repeated wounds at laſt,
Down it comes ruſhing with a fatal groan,
And tears the Earth, and rends the ſolid Rock,
And ſtill is Dreadful in its hideous fall.

Now here I deſire the Reader to conſider, how the Poet raiſes his Spirit as ſoon as he ſets his Image in motion, and brings in Terror to his relief.

Illa uſ (que) minatur,
Et tremefacta comam, concuſſo vertice mutat.

For all the paſſions, when they are very great, carry Fury along with them, and all the afflicting paſſions, together with Fury, carry Vehemence and Severity. [41] And the Poet hereby ſetting his Image in motion, had ſet it before his eyes, and ſo made it the more terrible. Let us now conſider that of Laocoon.

Laocoon Ductus Neptuno ſorte Sacerdos,
Sollennes Taurum Ingentem mactabat ad aras,
Ecce autem gemini, a Tenedo, Tranquilla per alta
(Horreſco referens) Immenſis Orbibus Angues
Incumbunt pelago, pariter (que) ad littera tendunt:
Pectora quorum inter fluctus arrecta, Jubae (que)
Sanguineae exuperant undas, pars cetera Pontum
Pone legit, ſinuant (que) Immenſa volumine Terga.
Fit Sonitus, ſpumante ſalo, Jam (que) arva tenebant.
Ardenteſ (que) Oculos Suffecti Sanguine & igni,
Sibila Lambebant linguis vibrantibus ora.
Diffugimus viſu exangues, illi agmine certo
Laocoonta petunt, & primum parva Duorum
Corpora natorum Serpens anplexus uter (que)
[42] Implicat, & miſeros morſu Depaſcitur artus,
Poſt Ipſum auxilio Subeuntem, ac Tela ferentem
Corripiunt, ſpiriſ (que) ligant ingentibus, & Jam
Bis medium amplexi, bis collo ſquamea circum
Terga Dati, ſuperant capite & ceraicibus altis.
Ille ſimul manibus tendit divellere nodos,
Perfuſus ſanie vitas atro (que) veneno.
Clamores ſimul Horrendos ad Sydera tollit.
Quales Mugitus, fugit cum ſaucius aram
Taurns & incertam excuſſit cervice ſecarim.

Which in Engliſh Blank Verſe runs thus,

Laocoon, now Great Neptune's Prieſt, by Lot,
The ſolemn Sacrifice a mighty Bull
Prepar'd to ſlay; when lo from Tenedos
Two huge Twin Serpents of prodigious ſize,
(A ſhivering horror chills all my life blood
At the bare thought and freezes ev'ry Nerve)
Their monſtrous folds incumbent on the Main,
[43] With equal haſte come rowling tow'rds the Shore.
Their ſpotty Breaſts erect above the Waves,
And bloody Creſts, look fearful to the eye.
Their other parts come winding through the flood
In many a waving ſpire; the Sea reſounds,
While with the Scaly horrors of their Tayls
They ſwinge the foaming brine.
And now they land, now dart their flaming Eyes,
Diſtain'd with Blood, and ſtreaming all with fire.
We, pale and bloodleſs at the diſmal ſight,
All in a moment trembling diſappear.
They to the Prieſt direct their flaming way,
And of his little Sons each ſeizing one,
Around their Limbs they twine their ſnaky Spires.
And on their little trembling Joynts they feed:
A diſmal Feaſt; and while their wretched Sire
With piercing ſhrieks comes ruſhing to their aid,
At him with Fury both at once they dart,
And claſping him with their vaſt pois'nous folds,
[44] Twice round his Waſte they twiſt, and twice his Neck;
And ſtretching o're his Head, their diſmal Head
And lofty Creſts, upon the dying wretch
They dreadfully look down: He all in vain
With all his might his brawny Muſcles ſtrains,
And ſtretches his extended arms, to tear
The pois'nous and inextricable folds,
And from their entrails ſqueezes horrid gore.
And now tormented, hideouſly he roars,
And ſtamping, ſtares from his diſtracted eyes.
Thus madly bounds about the impetuous Bull,
When from his wound he ſhakes th' uncertain Axe,
And Bellowing, from the Bloody Altar broke.

And now here we find a deal of Enthuſiaſm; which is nothing but the elevation, and vehemence and fury proceeding from the Great and Terrible and Horrible Ideas. For the Poet ſetting his Image in ſo much motion, and expreſſing it with ſo much action, his inflam'd Imagination ſet it before his very eyes, ſo that he participated of the Danger which he deſcrib'd, was ſhaken by the Terror, and ſhiver'd with the Horror [45] And what is it but the expreſſion of the paſſions he felt, that moves the Reader in ſuch an extraordinary manner. But here let us obſerve how the Spirit of the Poet riſes, as the Danger comes nearer, and the Terror grows upon him.

Jamque aroa tenebint
Ardenteſque oculos, &c.
And now they land, &c.

Let us conſider beſide what prodigious force all this muſt have in the connexion, where Religion adds to the Terror, encreaſes the Aſtoniſhment, and augments the Horror. For 'twas by the direction of Minerva that this Terrible Incident was brought about, who had combin'd with Juno to deſtroy the Trojans, as has been at large declar'd in a former Critical Treatiſe. And thus we have endeavour'd to ſhew how the Enthuſiaſm proceeds from the thoughts, and conſequently from the ſubject. But one thing we have omitted, that as thoughts produce the ſpirit, the ſpirit produces and makes the expreſſion; which is known by experience to all [46] who are Poets; for never any one, while he was wrapt with Enthuſiaſm, wanted either Words or Harmony; and is ſelfevident to all who conſider, that the Expreſſion conveys and ſhows the Spirit, and therefore muſt be produced by it. So that from what we have ſaid we may venture to lay down this Definition of Poetical Genius. Poetical Genius in a Poem is the true expreſſions of Ordinary or Enthuſiaſtick Paſſion, proceeding from Ideas, to which it naturally belongs; and Poetical Genius in a Poet, is the power of expreſſing ſuch Paſſion worthily: And the ſublime is a great thought expreſt with the Enthuſiaſm that belongs to it, which the Reader will find Agreeable to the Doctrine of Cecilius. Longinus, I muſt confeſs, has not told us what the ſublime is; becauſe Cecilius, it ſeems, had done that before him. Tho methinks, it was a very great fault in ſo great a Man as Longinus, to write a Book which could not be underſtood, but by another Mans Writings; eſpecially when he ſaw that thoſe Writings were ſo very defective, that they were not likely to laſt. But tho Longinus [47] does not directly tell us, what the Sublime is, yet in the firſt ſix or ſeven Chapters of his Book, he takes a great deal of pains to ſet before us, the effects which it produces in the minds of Men; as, for example, that it cauſes in them admiration and ſurprize; a noble Pride, and a noble Vigour, an invincible force tranſporting the Soul from its ordinary Situation, and a Tranſport, and a fulneſs of Joy mingled with Aſtoniſhment. Theſe are the effects that Longinus tells us that the Sublime produces in the minds of men. Now I have endeavour'd to ſhew what it is in Poetry that works theſe effects. So that take the Cauſe and the Effects together, and you have the Sublime.

CHAP. VIII. Recapitulation, and that the Subjects of the Ancients, in their greater Poetry, were Sacred.

[48]

WE have now ſhewn, that if the Ancients excel the Moderns in Epick Poetry, in Tragedy, and in the greater Ode, they derive not their preheminence from any external, nor from any internal advantage, abſtracted from the nature of the ſubject, and that conſequently they muſt draw it from the nature of the ſubject itſelf. Then we ſhew'd that the greateſt difference between one ſubject and another is that of Sacred and Prophane. Then we ſhew'd that Paſſion was the chief thing in Poetry, and great Paſſion in great Poetry, and that either ordinary Paſſion or Enthuſiaſm. Then we ſhew'd that Sacred ſubjects were as ſuſceptible of ordinary Paſſion, as the Prophane and more ſuſceptible of the Enthuſiaſtick, which [49] laſt we ſhew'd by Reaſon and by Example. So that to give a convincing Reaſon why the Ancients did, and muſt for the moſt part excel the Moderns in Epick Poetry in Tragedy, and the greater Ode, we have nothing to do, but to ſhew, that thoſe Poems among the Ancients were always Sacred, becauſe it is very well known, that among the Moderns, they are for the moſt part Prophane. Firſt, then for Tragedy, that is very well known to have been Sacred in its inſtitution, and it is full as plain, that it muſt have been Sacred in its original Nature, and after that the Epiſodes began to Intrench upon the Chorus, it ſtill continued Sacred, as having Apoſtrophes, Revelations, Invocations, Machines. And ſo had the greater Ode. And as for Epick Poetry, in that the eldeſt of the Muſes after the firſt Invocation was believed to Dictate every thing; beſides, that the Gods were every where introduced in it, and all things were done by their Miniſtery. For which Reaſon it's apparent, that the Moderns in theſe ſort of Poems, writing upon Prophane Subjects, cannot poſſibly equal the Ancients, ſuppoſing [50] theſe laſt to have had but an equal ſhare of Genius with them.

CHAP. IX. That the Ancient Poets deriv'd their preheminence from Religion, ſhewn by ſeveral other things, and firſt from this; that they did not excel the Moderns in Poetry, in which they made no uſe of Religion.

THat the Ancients in the Epos, in the Ode, and in Tragedy, deriv'd their preheminence from Religion, may appear from ſeveral things that have not yet been mention'd, and firſt of all from this, that they did not excel the Moderns in Poetry, in which they drew no advantage from Religion, as in Comedy and in Satyr, and that in Hiſtorical Poetry, as the Pharſalia of Lucan, whenever the Ancients excell'd the Moderns, they drew their advantage from Religion.

[51] For Comedy the Ancients are ſo far from excelling the Moderns in it, that the advantage is clearly on our ſide. For I ſhall make no ſcruple of preferring Moliere, and two or three of our own Comick Poets, to Terence and Ariſtophanes. For whether the deſign of Comedy, be to inſtruct or to pleaſe, or both, the Modern Comedy anſwers both thoſe ends incomparably better than the Ancient. If the end of Comedy be only to pleaſe, why then it muſt pleaſe by the Ridiculum; for that which is the end of any ſort of Writing whatever, muſt be attain'd by a way, that muſt diſtinguiſh that ſort of Writing. As, for example, the end of Tragedy and of Epick Poetry is to inſtruct. But the latter inſtructs chiefly by Admiration, and the former by Compaſſion and Terror. Now Admiration diſtinguiſhes Heroick Poetry, and Compaſſion and Terror Tragedy, from all other ſorts of Poems whatever; but the only thing that diſtinguiſhes the pleaſure which Comedy gives us, from the pleaſure that we receive from all other ſorts of Poems whatever, is the Ridiculum. Now the Ridiculum in the Modern Comedy, is beyond Compariſon Higher than it is in [52] the new Comedy of the Ancients, and beyond Compariſon more in Nature, than it is in the old one. And it is higher both in the Incidents, and in the Characters. For if the end of Comedy is to pleaſe, and that end is to be attain'd by the Ridiculum, why then the Ridiculum ought to be ſpread throughout it. But beſides, that it is higher in the Modern Comedy, there is a greater variety of it both in the Incidents and in the Characters, and that variety muſt make it the more delightful. For a uniformity in this caſe takes away from the ſurprize, and without ſurprize the Ridiculum cannot ſubſiſt. And beſides, that the Moderns have a greater variety both of Characters and Fables, they have a greater variety of Style. For the Style of the Comedy of the Ancients, and particularly of Terence his Comedy, does not ſeem to me to be varied enough, nor proportioned enough to the Characters. The Slave in Terence ſpeaks with the ſame Elegance and the ſame Grace for the moſt part that his Maſter does. But look into the Plain Dealer, and you ſhall find as many Styles in it, as there are Characters. For Manly, Freeman, Planſible, Oliviae, Novel, Eliſha, [53] the Widow Blackacre and Jerry have each of them a different Dialect, which beſides the variety, muſt be further delightful, becauſe it is an exact Imitation of Nature. For as every man has a different form of face, he has a different turn of mind, and conſequently a different caſt of thought, and a different manner of expreſſion. Add to this, that the Moderns ſeem to know men better, and to dive into ſome latent foibles, into ſome Ridiculous Receſſes, that were utterly unknown to the Ancients. So that in every good Comedy, at the ſame time, that we are diverted with the Ridiculum, we are entertained with Diſcoveries, which is very delightful; But if the chief deſign of Comedy be to inſtruct, as I make no queſtion but it is, becauſe publick ſpectacles ought to contribute to the publick advantage, we ſhall find, that the Modern Comedy arſwers this end too better than that of the Antients. If the deſign of Comedy be to inſtruct, it muſt inſtruct by the Ridiculum, for the very ſame Reaſon, that we affirm'd it muſt pleaſe by it, becauſe it is to be diſtinguiſhed by the means, by which it attains its end, But nothing but the Ridiculum can diſtinguiſh [54] Comedy from all other Poems. But Comedy inſtructing by the Ridiculum, that Ridiculum ought to be both in the Fables and Characters. Firſt, it ought to be in the Characters, or elſe it cannot be in the Incidents, and conſequently there can be no Comedy. For the manners of the Agents produce the Incidents. Secondly, it ought to be in the Incidents, or elſe it would follow, that there would be manners in the Agents, which are not productive of action, which ought not to be. Beſides, Comedy inſtructs by its Fables or Characters, or both. If it inſtructs only by its Characters, as ſome Criticks have thought, yet the Ridiculum ought to be in the Action too, or the ſeriouſneſs of the Incidents would check the inſtruction, as well as the pleaſure, which we receive from the Characters. But if it inſtructs by its Fable and Action, as certainly it ought to do, why then the Ridiculum muſt be in the incidents which are parts of the Action, becauſe Comedy inſtructs by the Ridiculum; and conſequently this laſt ought to reign chiefly in the Cataſtrophe, which ought to be the moſt inſtructive part of the Fable, and [55] to make the ſtrongeſt impreſſion. Beſides, there are but two ways of inſtructing by example, and thoſe are, the ſhewing men Ridiculous for their faults, or unfortunate, to repreſent them expos'd by them, or chaſtis'd for them. But if Comedy ſhews men unfortunate, it uſurps upon Tragedy. The great Diſorders of the world are caus'd by great Paſſions, and they are puniſh'd by Tragedy. The little Paſſions cauſe little Diſquiets, and make us uneaſie to our ſelves and one another, and they are expos'd by Comedy. For, that which we call Humour in Comedy, is nothing but a little Ridiculous paſſion, and the expoſing it in Comedy is thought to be Poetical Juſtice ſufficient for it: Not but that at laſt the Characters in Comedy may be chaſtiz'd at the Cataſtrophe for faults which they have committed; but that very Chaſtiſement ought to be wrapt up in the Ridiculum, or the Cataſtrophe cannot be truly Comical. For as the Cataſtrophe of a Tragedy ought to be the moſt Tragical part of it, becauſe Tragedy inſtructing by Compaſſion and Terror, thoſe two Paſſions ought to be moſt ſtrongly mov'd in the moſt Inſtructive part of the Fable; ſo the Cataſtrophe [56] of a Comedy ought to be the moſt Comical part of it for the very ſame reaſon; for Comedy inſtructing by the Ridiculum, as has been ſhewn above, the moſt Inſtructive part of it ought to be moſt Ridiculous. But now if 'tis the end of Comedy to Inſtruct, and it inſtructs by the Ridiculum, the Modern Comedy muſt be more Inſtructive than the Ancient could be. For the Ridiculum in the old Comedy of the Ancients, was very often out of Nature, both in the Characters and in the Incidents, and conſequently could not inſtruct. And the Ridiculum in their new Comedy being not ſo ſtrong as it is in ours, neither in their Characters not in their Incidents, could not Inſttuct ſo powerfully; and the Moderns having greater variety of it both in their perſons and action, the Inſtruction in the Modern Comedy muſt be the more extenſive, beſides that the variety of Action and Incidents muſt make our Cataſtrophes more ſurprizing, and conſequently more Ridiculous.

So that the Modern Comedy pleaſing more, and inſtructing more, and ſo anſwering the two ends of Comedy better than the Ancient did, it follows that [57] the Moderns in Comedy are preferrable to the Ancients.

As the Moderns have excell'd the Ancients in Comedy, they have equall'd them in Satyr. There has been a long diſpute among the Criticks, whether Horace or Juvenal ought to be preferr'd in Satyr. Their excellencies indeed are are very different, and therefore a Compariſon is not eaſie to be made. Horace had a great deal of pleaſantry, and Juvenal a great deal of force, at leaſt for his way of writing. Now Boilean has juſtly got a great Reputation both for force and pleaſantry, and conſequently is equal to either of the Roman Satyriſts; And here it will not be amiſs to obſerve, that the very ſame Poets among the Moderns, who have ſurpaſs'd the Ancients in Comedy, and who have equall'd them in Satyr, have faln infinitely ſhort of them when they have attempted the greater Poetry, as Ben Johnſon comes behind them in Tragedy, and Boilean in the greater Ode.

As for Hiſtorical Poetry, any one who is acquainted with Lucan may have obſerv'd, that where that Author is very great, he derives his greatneſs from Religion; as he does, for example, in Cato's [58] Speech, which is a kind of Abſtract of the Religion and Metaphyſicks of the Stoicks.

Ille Deo plenus tacitâ quem mente gerebat,
Effudit Dignas Adytis e pectore voces.
Quid quaeri Labiene Jabes? An liber in armis
Occubuiſſe velim, potius quam Regna videre?
An ſit vita nihil, ſed long am differat aetas?
An noceat vis ulla Bono? Fortuna (que) perdat
Oppoſitâ virtute minas? Landandague velle
Sit ſatis, & nunquam ſucceſſis creſcat Honeſtum.
Scimus, & hoc nobis non altius Inſeret Hammon
Haeremus cuncti ſuperis, Templo (que) tacente
Nil facimus non ſponte Dei: nec vocibus ullis
Numen eget, dixit (que) ſemel naſcentibus auctor
Quicquid ſcire Lieet, ſteriles nec legit Arenas
Ut canceret paneis, merſit (que) hac pulvere verum
Eſtne Dei ſedes, niſs Terra & pontus & aer
Et Coelum & virtus? Superos quid quaerimus ultra?
Jupiter eſt quodcun (que) vides, quo cun (que) moveris
Sortilegis egeant Dutii, ſemper (que) futuris
Caſibus Anticipes, me non oracula certum
Sed mors certa facit, pavido forti (que) eadendum eſt
Hoc ſatis eſt Dixiſſe Jovem.

[59] Which in Engliſh is thus.

Full of the Godhead in his Breaſt inſhrin'd,
He in theſe words explains his mighty mind;
(Words which Oraculous Jove might dictate to mankind.)
And what ſhould I of theſe vain Prieſts enquire?
If I had rather thus in Arms expire,
With theſe high thoughts, and this unconquer'd fire,
Than live Ingloriouſly, to Hail a King,
And my great Soul to vile Subjection bring?
What ſhould I ask? if nothing be in Death,
And nothing in this Idle vapour Breath?
If the Good only be ſupremely great,
Of Fortune Independant, and of Fate?
If the Brave Patriot's, glorious in Diſtreſs,
And Tyrants, Deſpicable in Succeſs?
If in Magnanimous Attempts to fail,
Merits Renown as much as to prevail?
This ſhou'd I ask? all this I know, I feel,
And how ſhou'd Hammon Inborn Truths Reveal?
Why ſhou'd the Powers their Sacred wills explain,
Since all we do, ſay, think, thoſe Pow'rs ordain,
Our wills are link'd to theirs by Fate's eternal chain.
[60] God wants not man his meaning to convey,
But in one Breath ſaid all that he can ſay,
In that Informing Breath which kindled up our clay.
Nor wou'd he build in barren ſands his ſeat,
That he to Fools ill Verſes might repeat,
And hide eternal Truths in this obſcure retreat.
To Jove what certain ſeat can be conſign'd?
Where can the Worlds great Ruler be confin'd?
This univerſal frame's the ſeat of that eternal mind.
Why ſhou'd we ſeek him in this Myſtick Grove?
Where-ever eye can reach, where-ever thought can rove,
Subſtance and Space is all unbounded Jove.
Let thoſe who live in Doubt (a fooliſh ſtate)
Conſult theſe mighty confidents of Fate,
Her Irreverſible Decrees my conſtancy create.
Alike the Coward and the Brave muſt fall;
This mighty Jove has once declar'd for all,
And theſe inſpiring ſounds to Roman actions call.

Lucan is very far from being ſo exalted every where as he is here. For, [61] where-ever he is very great and poetical, he muſt be ſo by the greatneſs of ordinary paſſion, or by the force of Enthuſiaſm. But ordinary paſſions can neither be very frequent in an Hiſtorical Poem; nor if they could, could they be frequently great. Becauſe there being no Fable, and no Art, they can ſeldom be rightly prepar'd. Nor can the Enthuſiaſms be frequently great where there is no Religion. But Religion cannot be frequent in an Hiſtorical Poem, unleſs it is in Sacred Hiſtory. If any one would give himſelf the trouble of comparing the Twelfth Book of the Aeneis with the ſeventh of the Pharſalia, he would find that Virgil is ten times greater than Lucan, and that Lucan's ſubject, as far as it is Humane, is ten times greater than Virgil's. For, I hope, no man will compare Aeneas, take him without his Divine Dependencies with Julius Caeſar, the greateſt of men, nor the Combat that made the former King of the Latins, with the Battel that made Caeſar the Abſolute Maſter of the World. From whence it would follow, if the greatneſs of Virgil's Subject conſiſts in any thing Humane, that either Lucan's writing in his Seventh Book is twenty [62] times below his Subject, or that the Writing of Virgil in his Twelfth Book is twenty times above his. But Lucan's writing in his Seventh Book is not twenty times below his Subject, as any Modern Poet that ſhould be oblig'd to handle that Subject after him, would be forc'd to confeſs. Nor is the writing of Virgil in the laſt of the Aeneis ſo many degrees above his ſubject. For if it is, then that laſt Book is ſcurvily writ, becauſe the thoughts and expreſſions ought to be proportion'd to the things. But the laſt Book of the Aeneis is admirably writ. What then can be the meaning of all this? Why the meaning muſt be, that Virgil's ſubject is twenty times greater than Lucan's. But Lucan's ſubject is ten times greater than his as far as it is only Humane, which has been made to appear. The excellency then of Virgil's ſubject muſt come from ſomething that is not Humane, and that muſt be from Religion; ſo Virgil's greatneſs and his Enthuſiaſm comes from his Machines, and the Miniſtery of the Gods, and the other parts of his Religion, and Lucan's littleneſs, from his want of thoſe Machines, and that Miniſtery Petronius [63] Arbiter, Lucan's Contemporary, was very ſenſible of this. For he, tho an Epicurean profeſt, was ſo ſenſible of the Advantage that Poetry deriv'd from Religion, that in the Beginning of his Satyricon, after he has been exclaiming againſt the Writers of the Times, and particularly againſt Lucan, he offers this expedient for the reſtoring Poetry to its former greatneſs, that they ſhould reſtore it to its former Religion. But to return to Lucan; He is often tedious and ſpiritleſs, becauſe his Subject is not only meerly Humane, but it's ſometimes Impious. For Lucan had conceiv'd the moſt extravagant Deſign in the World. For at the ſame time that he ſets up for a Stoick, he writes a Book to prove either that there is no ſuch thing as Providence in the World, or that the Gods favour'd Injuſtice.

Victrix Cauſa Deis placuit ſed vict a Catoni.

Before I make an end of this Chapter, I beg the Reader's leave that I may digreſs for a moment, becauſe the digreſſion is of very great importance to Poetry.

[64] We have ſhewn that the Subject of Virgil in the Twelfth of his Aeneis, is very much greater than Lucan's is in the Seventh of his Pharſalia. We have ſhewn too, at the ſame time, that Lucan's was greater as He found it, and that Virgil's was greater as He made it. For I hope I need ſay nothing at this time of day to prove that the Religious part of Virgil's Subject was Invented and Diſpos'd by the Poet. Which may ſhow the benefit of Art, that is, of Rules in Poetry. For, tho 'tis by the Genius of a Writer, that is, by a Soul that has the power of expreſſing great Paſſions, whether ordinary or Enthuſiaſtick, that we treat a Subject with Dignity equal to its greatneſs, yet 'tis Art that makes a Subject very great, and conſequently gives occaſion for a great Genius to ſhew it ſelf.

And thus we have ſhewn that the Ancients did not excel the Moderns in Comedy and Satyr, which are not Sacred Poems, as having neither Invocations, Apoſtrophes, Revelations or Machines; at leaſt the new Comedy had none of all theſe, and the old one only ſome low Burleſque or elſe Groteſque ones. We have ſhewn too that the Sacred Poetry [65] of the Ancients, was beyond compariſon greater than their Hiſtorical Poetry, becauſe it was not Sacred.

CHAP. X. That in their Sacred Poetry, in which the Ancients, excell'd the Moderns, thoſe places were greateſt, and moſt Poetical that had moſt of Religion.

But as the Ancients did not ſurpaſs the Moderns in Poetry that was not Sacred, ſo in that ſort of Poetry where they did excel them, they were never ſo admirable as where they were moſt Religious. Now the paſſages of the Ancient Poets, which ſeem to have moſt Religion in them, are either thoſe addreſſes by which men approach'd the Gods, as Invocations, Apoſtrophes, and the like; or thoſe condeſcenſions, by which the Gods communicated themſelves to men, as Revelations, Machines, [66] &c. the firſt of which are Duties that belong to univerſal Natural Religion, the ſecond to Religion which is Reveal'd, Extraordinary and Miraculous. Every thing that is great in Poetry muſt be great by the Genius that is felt in it, which is the chief thing in Poetry, according to the general acceptation of it; and the principal thing in the Materia Poetica, or the Body of Poetry. Now all Genius is Paſſion becauſe it moves, and all Paſſion is either Enthuſiaſm or ordinary Paſſion, as we declar'd above. Now that even ordinary Paſſion in Poetry is heighten'd by Religion, we ſhall endeavour to prove. And we ſhall moſt inſiſt upon thoſe ordinary Paſſions, which are moſt to be found in Tragedy and in Epick Poetry. For, as for the greater Ode, that ſeems to be the peculiar province of Enthuſiaſm, and ordinary Paſſions in that are more rarely to be met with.

Firſt then Admiration, which is the Reigning Paſſion in Epick Poetry, I mean that which is admirable in the action of the Hero, is heighten'd by Revelations, by Machines, and the Miniſtration of the Gods. For that Miniſtration, [67] thoſe Machines, and thoſe Revelations are all Miraculous. And the man who was admirable before for his extraordinary Valour and his Native Greatneſs, becomes more wonderful, when we behold him the eſteem and immediate concern of Heaven, when we ſee him the 'peculiar care of Providence, when we find the order of Nature inverted, the Skies grown factious upon his account, and Gods deſcending to ſuſtain or oppoſe him.

But Secondly, Terror and Compaſſion, which are the Reigning Paſſions in Tragedy are Heighten'd by Religion. Tragedy, ſays Ariſtotle in his Poetick, is the Imitation of an action which excites Compaſſion and Terror. Now thoſe two Paſſions proceed from Surprize, when the Incidents ſpring one from another againſt our expectation. For thoſe Incidents, continues the Philoſopher, are always more admirable than thoſe which arrive by chance; which is evident from this, ſays he, that even of accidental things, thoſe are always the moſt wonderful and moſt ſurprizing, which at the ſame time that [68] they arrive by Chance, ſeem to fall out by Deſign; and by a certain particular ſecret conduct, of which Nature was what they relate of the Statue of Mitys at Argos, which fell upon his Murderer, and kill'd him upon the ſpot, in the midſt of a great Aſſembly. For that by no means, ſays the Philoſopher, ſeems to be the work of Chance. From whence ir follows, ſays he, of neceſſity, that thoſe Fables where there is this conduct, will always ſeem preferable to thoſe that have it not. Thus Ariſtotle declares that the Wonderful in Tragedy, as well as in Epick Poetry, is Heightned by Religion, that thoſe Tragical Incidents that appear to have moſt of Providence in them, are always moſt moving and Terrible. The Reaſon is plain. For all cur Paſſions are grounded upon the Love of our ſelves; and Terror and Compaſſion ſpring from the Calamities of our equals; that is, of thoſe who being in circumſtances reſembling ours, and committing faults which we either commit, or to which we are liable, are upon that unfortunate. For the more there appears to be of Providence in the puniſhment, the more we pity the perſons. [69] For if their calamities appear to be the work of Chance, they might as well have hapned to thoſe who have not committed ſuch faults, as to thoſe who have. And therefore a Train of Incidents, which, contrary to our expectation, ſurprizingly produce one another, is neceſſary, becauſe the more plainly the puniſhment appears the reſult of the faults, and the more clearly we are convinc'd of this when we leaſt expect it, Providence appears the more in the caſe, and our ſecurity is ſhaken the more, and the more we are mov'd and Terrified. But Religion does not only heighten thoſe Paſſions which are great in themſelves, as Admiration and Terror are; for Admiration raiſes the Soul, and every thing that is Terrible, is certainly great to him to whom it is Terrible, but it ennobles thoſe which are commonly baſe and dejected; as for example, Grief; witneſs that paſſage in the Paſſion of Dido:

Teſtatur moritura Deos, & conſcia Fati Sydera.

[70] And that Noble Apoſtrophe afterwards:

Sol qui Terrarem flammis, &c.

And that Sublime Apoſtrophe of Seinon in the Second Book:

Ille Dolis inſtructus & arte pelaſgâ
Suſtulit exutas vinclis, ad Sydera palmas,
Vos eterni ignes & non violabile veſtrum
Numen ait, vos arae enſeſ (que) nefandi
Quos fugi, vittae (que) Deum quas Hoſtia geſſi, &c.

But to come to the other ſort of Paſſion, which gives Poetry its force and its greatneſs, Religious Enthuſiaſm muſt neceſſarily be greater than Human Enthuſiaſm can be, becauſe the Paſſions that attend on Religious Ideas, when a man is capable of Reflecting on them as he ſhould do, are ſtronger than thoſe which attend on Prophane Ideas, as has been ſaid above, and has been partly ſhewn by examples. And as ordinary Paſſion is Heightned by Religion, ſo Human Enthuſiaſtick Paſſions are heightned [71] by Religious Enthuſiaſm. We ſhall give an example of this in Terror, by which I mean not that Common Paſſion which Ariſtotle treats of in his Rhetorick and in his Poetick, and of which we ſpoke in the former part of this Chapter; but that Enthuſiaſtick Terror, which ſprings from the Ideas unknown to him who feels it. Virgil in his firſt Book of the Aeneis deſcribes a Tempeſt, which carries Double Terror along with it; the ordinary one, which ſprings from the concern which we have for the Hero; and the Enthuſiaſtick one, which the Ideas would carry along with them, tho they were ſeparated from that concern which we feel for the Hero. The Deſcription is Grave, and Severe, and Exalted, becauſe the Poet was mov'd by the Terrible Ideas. For that which is Terrible, is always great to him to whom it is Terrible, as we ſaid before; and that which is Great is Admirable, and then he who is Terrified is always ſerious, and very much in Earneſt. The ſame Deſcription where the Terror is at the Height is vehement.

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Inſequitur cumulo praeruptus aquae Mons,
Hi ſummo in fluctu pendent, his unda Dehiſcens
Terram inter fluctus aperit, furit aeſtus arenis.

Becauſe that which is very Terrible is Wonderful and Aſtoniſhing, and he who is aſtoniſh'd, being tranſported beyond himſelf, muſt of neceſſity expreſs himſelf with that ſort of Fury which we call Vehemence. Virgil, by ſetting ſo many Terrible Images in motion, had ſet this Tempeſt before his Eyes, or rather had tranſported himſelf as it were into it. Now, any one who has been upon the brink of a Wreck, and conſequently has been very much Terrify'd himſelf, and ſeen others Aſtoniſh'd, cannot but have felt the ſame motions that he feels in Reading this paſſage, and cannot but have obſerv'd that others who felt them, expreſs'd themſelves with the ſame Fury and Vehemence that the Poet does, tho not with the ſame Elegance. But tho this Storm is Terrible in it ſelf and Wonderful, yet the Machines, which prepare, and raiſe, and allay it, very much add to its Greatneſs [73] and genuine Terror, and it is quite another thing when it is conſider'd with the cauſe of it, which is the Anger of Juno, and the Compliance of Aeolus, and with that which follow'd upon it, which is the Indignation of Neptune, and the exertion of his abſolute power.

The paſſages of the Ancient Poets that were moſt Religious, were their Invocations, Apoſtrophes, or the like; or thoſe which contain'd the Miraculous part of their Religion, their Signs, Apparitions, Oracles, and other Revelations.

For their Invocations, Apoſtrophes, and the like, which were all of them either a ſort of Prayers, or Divine Atteſtations, they are moſt of them very ſublime, and attended with a ſtrong Enthuſiaſm. And how could it be otherwiſe, but that the Ancient Poets, who were men of great Learning, of great Paſſions great Eloquence, and great Parts; when with ſtudy and pains, and with all their endeavours to be Enthuſiaſtick, they addreſs'd themſelves to their Gods, ſhould be extremely agitated, when we ſee very plainly that a ſort of Modern Enthuſiaſts, who have neither [74] Learning nor Parts, nor the leaſt tincture of good Letters, are even in their Extempore Prayers diſturb'd with very fierce Enthuſiaſms.

For the Apoſtrophe, we have given examples of it already, and therefore we ſhall only ſay here, that Longinus mentions it as one of the Figures that contribute the moſt to the Sublime. For the Invocation, we ſhall bring an Example of it, from the ſeventh Book of Virgil, and the Reader is deſir'd to take notice what addition of Enthuſiaſm attends it.

Nunc age, qui reges, Erato, quae tempora rerum.
Quis Latio antiquo fuerit ſtatus, advena claſſem
Cum primum Auſoniis exercitus appulit oris.
Expediam, & primae revocabo exordia pugnae.
Tu natem, tu diva mone, dicam horrida bella:
Dicam acies, actoſque animis in funera reges,
Tyrrhenamque manum, totamque ſub arma coactam
Heſperiam, major rerum mihi naſcitur ordo:
Majus opus mo [...]

[75] And from Horace, Lib. 3. Ode 4.

Deſcende coelo, & dic age tibia
Regina long am Calliope Melos,
Seu voce nunc mavis acuta,
Seu fidibus citharave Phoebi:
Auditis? an me ludit Amabilis
Inſania? audire & videor pios
Errare per lucos, amoenae
Quos & aqua ſubeunt & aura.

But to come to thoſe paſſages of the Ancient Poems, in which the Miraculous part of their Religion was contain'd, and their Revelation more nearly concern'd, as their Signs and Wonders, and their private Inſpirations; but above all, the Apparitions of their Gods and their Oracles, it is no wonder if thoſe paſſages, ſpeaking of things that ſtrike mankind with the laſt Aſtoniſhment, have almoſt all the Enthuſiaſm of which the mind of man is with Reaſon capable. Horace is by no means a cold Writer, and yet he is far from writing every where with the ſame degree of Fury, and the ſame Rapture, that he does in the beginning of the Nineteenth Ode of the Second Book.

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Baccham in remotis carmina rupibus
Vidi docentem, (credite poſteri)
Nymphaſ (que) diſcentes, & aures
Capripedum Satyrorum acutas.
Evae, recenti mens trepidat metu,
Pleno (que) Bacchi pectore turbidum
Letatur, Evae, parce Liber,
Parce, gravi metuende thyrſo.

Nor is Virgil every where ſo Enthuſiaſtick, as he is in the beginning of the Sixth Book, where the Cumaean Sibyl rages with the Delphick God.

Ventum er at ad limen, cum virgo, poſcere ſata
Tempus ait, Deus, ecce Deus cui talia fanti
Ante fores ſubito, non vultus non color unus
Non comtae manſere contae, ſed pectus anhelum
Et Rabie fera corda tument, major (que) videri,
Nee mortale ſonans, afflata eſt numine quando
Jam propiore Dei.
The Hero now the Sacred Floor approach'd,
When on a ſudden the Prophetick Maid,
This is the Fearful Time t' enquire of Fate;
[77] And ſaid it with a voice and with a look,
That now were hers no more.
For raving, Lo the God, the God, ſhe cries,
While half diſcloſing her diſtorted Face,
Her Treſſes in a wild diſorder ſtare.
And now ſhe pants, ſhe ſwells, ſhe foams with Rage,
And now her Shape looks hideous to the eye,
And now ſhe Thunders in a dreadful Tone,
While all the Godhead raging in her Breaſt,
With his tempeſtuous Spirit ſhakes her ſoul.

In ſhort, any thing that immediately concerns Revelation has ſo great an Influence upon Poetry, that it is able to change even the Nature of Writing, and Exalt that very ſort of Poetry, which by its Character is Low and Humble; as for Example, the Eclogue: The fourth Eclogue of Virgil will be eaſily granted by all to be very Sublime. But what is it that makes it ſo? Why there is at once in that Eclogue an Invocation, and an Apoſtrophe, and a Revelation of ſundry Miracles to come. The Fifth Eclogue between Menalcas and Mopſus, begins with all the Humility, and all the Simplicity, that is proper and peculiar to the Eclogue.

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Men. Cur non Mopſe, boni quoniam convenimus Ambo,
Tu Calamos in flare Leves, ego Diecre verſus.
Hic corilis mixtas inter conſedimus ulmos?

And thus Mr Duke has with the ſame Simplicity tranſlated it.

Men. Mopſus, Since Chance does us together bring,
And you ſo well can Pipe, and I can Sing,
Why ſit we not beneath this ſecret ſhade,
By Elms and Hazels mingling Branches made?

But this very Menalcas changes his Tone in a wonderful manner, when in the ſame Eclogue he comes to the Apotheoſis of Daphnis.

Candidus inſueti miratur limen Olympi
Sub pedibuſ (que) videt Nubes & ſydera Daphnis.

And you may eaſily ſee that the Gentleman who tranſlated it, who wants no [79] Genius, felt the extream alteration of the Spirit.

Daphnis now wondring at the Glorious ſhow,
O're Heavens bright Pavement does Triumphant go,
And ſees the moving Clouds, and the fixt Stars below.

But let us ſee a little how Virgil goes on.

Ergo Alacris Sylvas, & caetera rura voluptas
Pana (que) paſtoreſ (que) tenet, Dryadaſ (que) puellas,
Nic Lupus Inſidias pecori, nec Retia cervis
Ulla Dolum meditantur, amat bonus otia Daphnis.
Therefore new Joys make glad the Woods, the Plains,
Pan and the Dryades, and the chearful Swains,
The Wolf no Ambuſh for the Flock does lay,
No cheating Nets the harmleſs Deer betray,
Daphnis a General Peace Commands, and Nature does obey.

[80] But Virgil goes on.

Ipſi Letitia voces ad Sydera Jactant
Intonſi montes, ipſae jam carmina Rupes
Ipſa ſonant Arbuſta, Deus, Deus Ille Menalca.
Sis bonus o foelix (que) tuis!
Hark! the glad Mountains raiſe to Heav'n their voice,
Hark! the hard Rocks in myſtick tunes rejoyce!
Hark! thro the Thickets, wondrous Songs reſound,
A God, a God, Menalcas, he is crown'd,
O be propitious! O be good to thine!

But now 'tis time to ask a queſtion, What is the reaſon that Virgil, who knew the Character of the Eclogue better than any man, and who was ſo throughly convinc'd that the Diſcourſes of Shepherds ought to be ſimple, and their affections ſoft and gentle affections, and who beſides has been always us'd to introduce his perſons ſpeaking perfectly in their Characters, ſhould bring in Menalcas in this Eclogue talking in ſo exalted a manner, and with ſo [81] ſtrong an Enthuſiaſm? Why he has given the Reaſon in the preceding Verſes.

Ipſae jam carmina Rupes
Ipſa ſonant Arbuſta, Deus, Deus Ille Menalca.

'Tis that he was ſatisfied that very violent Enthuſiaſms flow ſo neceſſarily from the wonders of Religion, that they were as natural to Shepherds as they were to Kings, as being to both alike unavoidable. But what Influence the Miraculous part of Religion had on the Ancient Poetry, we ſhall diſcover more at large in the following Chapter.

CHAP. X. That the Grecian Poetry flouriſh'd with their Religion.

THe Grecian Religion flouriſh'd in Greece from the time of Orpheus, who was either the Original Inſtituter, [82] or at leaſt a vehement propogater of that Idolatry, till the Age after that in which Sophocles flouriſh'd, that is, for the ſpace of about eight hundred years, and in that ſpace of time flouriſh'd all their Poets, who are celebrated for their excellence in that ſort of Poetry which we call Sacred. Which alone is a ſtrong preſumption, that theſe Poets deriv'd their excellence from Religion. In ſhort, the advantage which their Poetry drew from Religion muſt needs be very conſiderable, when for all or moſt of the fore-mention'd ſpace of time, according to the Teſtimony of Plutatch, and ſeveral others of their authentick Writers, it made moſt of their Zealots, even their common people Poets, and that even in their ordinary converſation. I muſt confeſs, the Gentleman who writ the Hiſtory of Oracles, treats this as a Fiction, and a Fiction ſo palpable as not to be worth the anſwering. But perhaps that Gentleman had not conſider'd this matter enough. For I deſire the Reader to conſider two things. Firſt, the extraordinary incentives which thoſe people had to Enthuſiaſm, which is one qualification for Poetry; and ſecondly, [83] the habit which they might very probably contract of Verſification. To be ſatisfied of the firſt, let us enquire a little into the nature of their Religion: And upon enquiry we ſhall find, that the very ſource, and ſpring and ſoul of it was an imaginary or pretended Revelation, and that that Revelation was ſuppos'd to be conſtant and continual, as it muſt be of every Religion which has no ſound Morality. They had their publick and private Revelations, as Oracles, Viſions, Dreams, Apparitions. And Gods and Goddeſſes, Nymphs and Demi-gods, Fawns and Satyrs were ſeen by Imagination in every Grove, on every Mountain, and in every Valley, as ſoon as either the Horrors of the place, or its ſilence, or their fears, or their wiſhes, or their contemplations had diſpos'd their minds to be Religiouſly impos'd upon. Now what ſort of Paſſions, and what ſort of Spirit muſt be produc'd in them by theſe Imaginations, we may gueſs by what happens among our ſelves, when any one believes that he has ſeen an Apparition. The man is alter'd quite in a moment; his colour, his mein, his comportment are all different: Nor are [84] they who hear him the ſame, but are all of them ſurpriz'd, tranſported, aſtoniſh'd, and all of them very profoundly attentive. Now very few that have any Judgment have any Notion that an Apparition will do them any harm, nor has any one an example of it, that may be eaſily credited. But the Ancient Grecians had notions, that their Gods had power to deſtroy them, or make them happy, and they had a thouſand Examples of it, in Muſeus, and Orpheus and Homer, and the reſt of the Fathers of their Church, which muſt cauſe the Emotions upon the fancied Apparitions, or the Relations of them to be the greater, and fill their Souls with more turbulent Paſſions, and a greater Religious Horror.

But then let us conſider, ſecondly, that theſe Zealots muſt in ſome meaſure have contracted a Habit of Verſiſication from their Religious duties. For the very common People in Greece, had with quick apprehenſions a great deal of vivacity; and therefore I leave the Reader to gueſs, what effect the Reading Muſeus, and Homer and Orpheus, and the reſt of the Fathers of their Church, [85] for their whole life-time, muſt neceſſarily have had upon their Minds; together with their Praying, Praiſing, Sacrificing and Thankſgiving in Verſe: Why, may not they very well be ſuppoſed from all this, to have contracted a Habit of Verſifying?

And why may not that Habit, joyn'd to their continual Enthuſiaſtick Motions, which they had, either from the Revelations which they fancied that the Gods imparted to themſelves, or from the Relations of thoſe, which they believed were vouchſafed to others; or from the performance of the foreſaid Religious Duties, and from their Ritual, which their Poets had compos'd with ſo much Enthuſiaſm, capacitate them to expreſs, themſelves Poetically even in common Society; as well as ſome whole Sects of our Modern Fanaticks in England, who have by no means the vivacity of the Grecians, are enabled from the continual Reading of Scripture, and the Imaginary Dictates of the private Spirit, to make up their ordinary converſation almoſt wholly of Scripture language.

[86] But ſince theſe Viſions and theſe Apparitions, joyn'd to their conſtant Reading the Poets, had ſuch a mighty influence upon the people, what muſt they not have had upon their Prieſts the Poets, who having ſtronger pretences to thoſe Revelations, and more earneſt and eager application to the Reading of the Poets, who writ before them, and who beſides having ſtrong Imaginations and great Paſſions, and ſtill greater Souls to command them, were qualify'd to draw an extraordinary advantage from them? When theſe, whoſe peculiar buſineſs it was to take care of Religion, at any time writ upon Religious Matters, what Gravity, what Severity, what Elevation, what Vehemence muſt they not neceſſarily derive from their ſubject?

CHAP. XII. Objection anſwered.

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BUt here 'tis convenient to anſwer an Objection; for here it will be urg'd, that the Ancient Poets among the Grecians, being men of extraordinary parts, could not believe any thing ſo abſurd as the Revelations and Miracles mention'd in the former Chapter, and conſequently could not draw any advantage from them. To which I anſwer, that firſt they might draw an advantage from them tho they did not believe them; and ſecondly, that they did believe them.

Firſt, Suppoſing they did not believe them, yet they might very well draw their advantage from them. For every one is brought up in the Reveal'd Religion of his Country, and conſequently believes it for the firſt part of his life. Now every one knows that the force of [88] Education, and the Influence of firſt Impreſſions is great, and eſpecially upon the minds of thoſe who have ſtrong Imaginations. And ſuppoſing that the Poets, when they ſet themſelves to write, were not ſatisfied about the Truth of the Revelations of which they treated, yet the former ſtrong Enthuſiaſtick motions, that they were wont to have upon the like Ideas in the firſt years of their youth, would certainly follow upon them again, whenever they had heartily a mind to give into them.

But ſecondly, a man may have a very good underſtanding, and yet believe a falſe, nay, even an abſurd Revelation. The Revelation of Mahomet is both falſe and abſurd, and yet ſeveral among the Turks, who have ſhewn themſelves men of extraordinary parts for ſeveral years together, have at laſt convinc'd the world of the ſincerity of their belief, by very frankly ſubmitting to die at the Command of their Emperors, when they could with a great deal of eaſe have declin'd it. For 'tis ſo reaſonable to believe that there ſhould be ſuch a thing as Revelation, of which we ſhall ſpeak more at large anon; and all Revelations [89] are ſo little to be comprehended by us, that a man even of a good underſtanding will be oblig'd to believe an abſurd one rather than none. Beſides, the Ancient Grecian Poets knew no other Religion than the Grecian Revelation. For they had neither any clear Idea of one Supreme Independent Being, nor any tolerable knowledge of the Law of Nature. For all the great Poets among the Grecians flouriſh'd before the Doctrine of Socrates was eſtabliſh'd in the world, and before that eſtabliſhment they had neither any certain knowledge of the True God, nor any tolerable notion of the Law of Nature. For had there been that, there would have been a ſyſtem of Morality; but Socrates was the firſt who introduc'd Moral Philoſophy into that part of the world.

And here the Mythologiſts may pretend as long as they pleaſe, that the Ancient Grecian Poets, by the number of their falſe Gods, meant only the different notions of the true. 'Tis plain they had no clear and diſtinct Idea of one Supreme and Infinite Being: For either the Knowledge of the True God muſt be drawn from Reaſon or Revelation [90] From Revelation they could not draw it, becauſe their own Revelation was not true: And if they had the knowledge of the true God from any other Revelation, of which perhaps ſome of them might have heard imperfectly, why then that knowledge was imperfect, and could conſequently not be clear: And to deduce that knowledge from Reaſon a man muſt uſe a great deal of attention and a great deal of application. But in thoſe times the Corruption of the Grecians was too great, and their Paſſions were too ſtrong, and the Exerciſe of Reaſon was too little known among them, to uſe either the attention or the application. But beſides all this, there is ſomething in the Ancient Grecian Poets that is repugnant to the Divine Nature, as is known to every one who has been converſant with them, and that alone renders all the Conjectures of the Mythologiſts Ridiculous.

And laſtly, we have a great deal of Reaſon to be convinc'd that the Ancient Grecian Poets, I mean their Sacred Poets, did believe the Revelations they neated of, becauſe as their Poetry flouriſh'd [91] with their Revelation, ſo at laſt it fail'd with it, as we ſhall ſhew at large in the following Chapter.

CHAP. XIII. That the greater Poetry among the Graecians fail'd with their Religion.

AS Epick Poetry, Tragedy, and the Greater Ode, flouriſh'd with Religion among the Ancient Grecians, ſo together with Religion they fail'd. Now in order to the proving this, let us enquire how and when the Grecian Religion fail'd. We have ſaid in one of the former Chapters, that the very ſpring and ſoul of that Religion was a conſtant continual Revelation, as it muſt neceſſarily have been of ſuch a Religion as had no Morality. The Grecians worſhipp'd many Gods, but before they worſhipp'd them, they muſt believe that they were, and that they wanted neither power nor will to make them either happy [92] or miſerablc. Now of theſe two things they were convinc'd by Imaginary or pretended Revelations, as by Oracles, Viſions, Dreams, Apparitions, and a thouſand Fantaſtick Miracles. Now as long as theſe were in credit in Greece Polytheiſm went on Triumphantly. For they who had neither any inſight into the True Religion, nor any tolerable habit of Reaſoning, could never argue againſt matter of Fact as long as they made no doubt of the Truth of it. But as ſoon as the matter of fact came to be ſuſpected, the Grecian Worſhip was undermin'd and weaken'd very conſiderably. To be convinc'd of this, we need only conſider the Deſign of that Revelation, and the methods of carrying it on, and we ſhall find that that very Deſign, and thoſe very Methods, made a certain way for its ruine. We have ſaid above that no Religion which wants Morality can outlaſt its Revelation. For if Morality is not for it, it will be againſt it. And 'tis impoſſible to conceive how any Religion can be permanent, which has neither Miracles nor Human Reaſon to ſupport it. Now it will be an eaſie matter to ſhew two things, firſt, that [93] the Grecian Religion was without Motality; and ſecondly, that the very Deſign of it, and the Methods of carrying on that Deſign, introduc'd Moral Philoſophy, by a very natural preparation.

The Deſign of the Grecian Religion, ſeems to me to be the providing for the Happineſs of Mankind in this life, by drawing them out of a ſtate of War, and making them live peaceably and ſecurely among one another.

Sylveſtres Homines, Sacer Interpreſ (que) Deorum
Caedibus & victu faedo deterruit Orpheus.

Says Horace, in his little Treatiſe De Arte Poetica. That is:

Orpheus, the Sacred Interpreter of the Gods, deterr'd ſavage men from Murdering one another, and reclaim'd them from the Barbarous Brutal lives which they led.

Now this Deſign he was to bring about by Religion, and Revealing the pretended will of the Gods. In order to which it was neceſſary to give the people [94] ſuch a Religion as might be agreeable to them in the condition in which they were. For otherwiſe they would not have hearken'd to it. Now, to give them a Religion that might be agreeable to them, it was neceſſary to give them ſuch a one as might Maintain and Indulge their Paſſions. For, when the Grecian Worſhip was firſt inſtituted, the corruption of that people was ſo very great, that tho the Inſtituter had known the pure Law of Nature, he durſt never have preach'd it to them, becauſe their Paſſions were then too ſtrong to receive it. Well, then Orpheus, or Linus, or whoever was the firſt Inſtituter of the Grecian Religion, was oblig'd to Maintain and Indulge the Paſſions, which I am apt to believe that he had no notion of ſuppreſſing, becauſe he believ'd them all to be natural, and ſaw by experience that ſome of them contributed to the Pleaſure and Happineſs of Mankind. The Inſtituter then of the Grecian Worſhip was oblig'd to Maintain the Paſſions; but here lay the difficulty. The very crimes that kept men aſunder, and in a ſtate of War, were caus'd by ſome of thoſe very Paſſions; what then was [95] to be done in this caſe? Why, He was oblig'd to give thoſe Paſſions a diverſion, and to Indulge and Maintain the reſt in the ſame condition in which he found them. As for example, Rage and Fury were the principal paſſions that maintain'd men in a ſtate of War, and occaſion'd the frequent Murders that were daily committed among them. Now theſe paſſions being grown up with them, and by conſequence become habitual to them, it would have been very difficult, if not impoſſible, to ſuppreſs them. The firſt Inſtituter then of the Grecian Religion thought fit to give thoſe paſſions a vent a leſs cruel way, and for that purpoſe in all likelihood inſtituted the Orgies of Bacchus. But the paſſions that were not utterly inconſiſtent with Society, he indulg'd in the condition in which he found them, as the Love of Women, Wine, &c. For, all that the Founder of that Religion could pretend to at firſt, was to bring men out of a greater confuſion into a leſs, and not to reduce them to perfect order. Therefore, by ſhewing the Gods addicted to theſe paſſions, he encourag'd the people to cheriſh them, nay, [96] to ſuch an Intemperance as was repugnant to the original Law of Nature, nay, even to ſuch a criminal degree, as was afterwards forbidden by the Laws of the Grecian States. For Intemperance in the uſe of Wine and of Women is contrary to the Dictates of Natures original Law, and yet was encourag'd by the Examples of ſome of their Gods, and Rapes and Adulteries and Inceſt were encourag'd by the ſame Examples at firſt, without any manner of Countercheck. For, either the Syſtem of the Grecian Theology was contriv'd at firſt without any Infernal Puniſhments, or they were only threaten'd to ſuch crimes as were contradictory of civil Society. But afterwards, as Confuſion leſſen'd, and Order increas'd, and other Crimes were found to be more repugnant to Community, and ſo were forbidden by the Laws, the Magiſtrates in all likelihood oblig'd the ſucceeding Poets to threaten thoſe who dar'd to commit them, with the puniſhments of another World, and ſo to make up the Infernal Scheme by Degrees. Thus have I endeavour'd to ſhew by the moſt probable Conjectures I could make, what was the [97] original Deſign of Orpheus, and what method he took to compaſs it. But this is paſt all doubt, that the original Revelation of the Grecian Worſhip was Repugnant in ſeveral points to the primitive Law of Nature, and the ſucceeding Laws of the Grecian States. Now the method which Orpheus, or whoever was the firſt founder of the Grecian Religion, had taken, was maintain'd by ſucceeding Poets, only here and there, as occaſion ſerv'd, they intermingled precepts of Juſtice and Temperance; which precepts are by no means to be look'd upon as parts of that Revelation, but as Remnants of Natural Religion and of the Law of Nature, which the Paſſions had not been able totally to ſuppreſs; or the efforts and ſtrugglings of Reaſon, recovering from its Lethargy by Degrees. But the Poets and Law-givers could not give good precepts with a great deal of good ſucceſs, as long as the Gods were believ'd to give ill examples. For the people look'd upon their Laws, unleſs they were inforc'd by Religion, as made only for the conveniency of life, and trangſgreſt them whenever they could [98] with Impunity; and the precepts ſcat ter'd up and down in the Poems wer but Impotent Imperfect efforts of Reaſon, and utterly unable to prevail againſt a continual conſtant Revelation, and a train of perpetual Miracles.

But now let us conſider how this Deſign of Orpheus, or whoever was the firſt Inſtituter of the Grecian Religion, let us ſee how his Deſign in ſetting up his Theology, together with the Methods that were us'd for carrying it on by him and ſucceeding Poets, ſecretly prepar'd the way for its utter ruine. For the bringing men in a body together, and cauſing them more frequently to converſe with one another, was the firſt occaſion of the cultivating Humane Reaſon, and was conſequently one preparation to the Introduction of Moral Philoſophy.

And the Laws that were made by their Legiſlators, and the Precepts that were given by their Prieſts and Poets, in conſequence of mens convening and converſing together, had been ſenſible encroachments upon the Revelation, as being manifeſt contradictions of it, if men had been us'd to reflect. At laſt, [99] after Miracles and Revelations had prevailed for the ſpace of almoſt eight hundred years, Socrates aroſe a moſt extraordinary man, who finding that the Precepts that had been ſcattered here and there, for the Regulation of Humane Life, and the Laws that had been given for the maintaining of Order in Communities, were all contradictory of the Revelation, but all agreeing perfectly with one another in the promoting of the ſame Deſign, which was the welfare of thoſe who obſerv'd them, he had reaſon to enquire a little more narrowly into the Revelation, and to find that that was contradictory too of it ſelf. For the Celeſtial and the Infernal Schemes of the Ancient Grecian Theology, ſeem'd ſo utterly inconſiſtent, that as I hinted before, they could never be conceiv'd to be both given ou't at a time; but it was reaſonable to believe, that firſt the Celeſtial Scheme was invented, and afterwards the Infernal made up by degrees, in order to the ſerving the ends of Government. For not only the Infernal Deities rigorouſly puniſh'd thoſe very Crimes, which the Celeſtial Gods had by their Examples encourag'd men to [100] commit: but which is very odd to conſider, their Hell ſeem'd to be fill'd with their Good Gods, and their Heaven with Devils. For whether we conſider Plato or Proſerpine, or the Judges, or the Fates, or the Furies, theſe were all of them very rigorous, and if you pleaſe inexorable; but then they were all of them very juſt, and foes and inexorabie only to guilt, and never any of them did any harm to Virtue. But at the ſame time that the Magiſtracy of Hell was compos'd of theſe honeſt upright Perſons, Heaven on the other ſide was fill'd with all ſorrs of Scoundrels, Rakes, Cuckolds, Bullies, Pimps and Bawds, and Cuckold makers; and no Virtue, and no Innocence could ſecure either Men or Women, from theſe Immortal Scowrers. Nay, men often ſuffer'd for their Temperance, and women for their Chaſtity. Socrates then conſidering the abſurdity of the Revelation, and the Reaſonableneſs of the Laws and Precepts that were diſtinct from it: The agreement of the latter among themſelves, and the inconſiſtency of the former, cultivated the one, and contemn'd the other, and by the force of a ſtrong and clear Reaſon [101] and a long converſation with all ſorts of people, brought the Exerciſe and Habit of reaſoning into Requeſt, and by little and little introduced a ſyſtem of Morality, reſtor'd in ſome meaſure Natural Religion, and recover'd the Law of Nature. Thus Socrates gave the world a Syſtem of Morality, and tho his Contemporaries had not reaſon enough to make the diſcovery themſelves, yet they had ſenſe enough to approve of it when it was made, and to be convinc'd of the Truth of it, and conſequently to be ſatisfy'd that the Revelation was falſe. For ſeeing that Virtue, and Order and Happineſs, I mean in ſome degree, ſprung from Philoſophy, and Vice and Confuſion and Miſery from the Revelation; and ſeeing the Philoſophy was eſtabliſh'd by Inferences, which very naturally flow'd from theſe Intelligent Faculties, which, whatever power had form'd man, had given him to be his guide; and ſeeing the Philoſophy and the Revelation contradictory one of another, they could not find in their hearts to believe that the Gods could be ſo unjuſt as to deſign the miſery and confuſion of Mankind, or ſo abſurd as to give them two [102] rules to walk by, that were contradictory one of another.

The eſtabliſtment then of Moral Philoſophy, was the ruine of the old Revelation, and ſo made way for a new. For after the death of Socrates, there ſtarted up ſeveral Sects of Philoſophers, as the Cyrenaicks, Cynicks, Peripateticks, Epicureans, Scepticks, ſome of them immediately, but all within a hundred and fifty years, who were all of them mortal Enemies, not only to the Grecian Revelation, but to Reveal'd Religion in general: Tho in the laſt they certainly went beyond the deſign of their common Maſter Socrates, whoſe intention was to reform Revelation, and not to ruin it. And thus upon the eſtabliſhment of Moral Philoſophy, the credit of Oracles was diminiſh'd conſiderably, and Apparitions, Viſions, &c. were contemn'd and exploded, and with them down went the greater Poetry: for you will find upon enquiry, that there was no Poet among the Grecians, who was born after the death of Socrates, who writ with a great Spirit.

CHAP. XIV. That the Greater Poetry among the Romans flouriſh'd and fail'd with their Religion.

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THat the Grecians deriv'd their preheminence in the greater Poetry from Religion, may appear not only becauſe they flouriſh'd and decay'd together, but becauſe the Romans, whoſe Country was not like Greece, the Scene of perpetual Miracles, and who for a long time had no correſpondence with Greece, had no ſuch thing as the Spirit of Poetry among them, till they came to Conquer that Country.

Graecia capta ferum victorem caepit & artes,
Inſulit Agreſti Latio.

For there was ſomething in the Inſtitution of the Roman Religion, as it was eſtabliſh'd by Numa Pamphilius, that leſſen'd the credit of Divine Apparitions conſiderably. [104] 'Tis true, Numa founded his Sacred Eſtabliſhment upon the Authority of Apparitions; but at the ſame time that he profeſt a familiarity with the Goddeſs Aegeria, and with the Muſes,Plut. Life of Numa. he taught the people, that no reſemblance of the Gods could be made, nor any likeneſs to repreſent them. The firſt was a Fiction to ſerve a turn in Politicks, and the latter a Truth that was contradictory of the other. And he had need have very groſs people to deal with, that could ſwallow ſuch a contradiction as that: For if no Form or Likeneſs of the Gods could be made, in what Likeneſs could they appear to him, or how could he diſtinguiſh Aegeria from the Muſes, or the Muſes from one another? I am apt to believe that Numa ventur'd this contradiction upon the groſsneſs of the people with whom he had to deal, becauſe the Truth and Fiction were equally neceſſary to his Eccleſiaſtical Policy. For as his Authority was grounded upon the Fiction, ſo it was ſtrengthen'd by the Truth; for the appearing of the Immortal Powers to Numa had not made him ſo venerable, if ſuch Apparitions had been common to [105] every one. However, this contradiction was ſwallowed by the People, and Numa upon it, gain'd both his Points; for he was held to be a Sacred Perſon, and the Gods were eſteem'd inviſible. So that for a hundred and ſixty years, ſays Plutarch, in the Life of Numa, there was no ſuch thing as a Statue in their Temples, nor any talk of the Gods appearing to them. For how could thoſe numerous Gods, whom they worſhipp'd, with any poſſibility appear to them, ſince they could make no likeneſs of them. At length, the Superſtition of the Grecian Idolatry by degrees encreas'd upon them; and having conquer'd Greece and Carthage, and ſo got an inſight into the Arts, and leiſure at once to cultivate them, the Grecian Religion, and the Grecian Arts grew up together among them; and of all the Arts Poetry was the firſt that was cultivated, becauſe it was incorporated with their Religion. So that thereappears to me to be this conſiderable difference between the greater Poetry of the Grecians, and that which was among the Romans, that the Grecians deriv'd their Poetick Enthuſiaſm from the Miracles of their Religion, [106] and the Romans borrow'd theirs in ſome meaſure from the Grecians.

Spiritum Graiae tenuem Camenae
Parca non mendax dedit, &c.
Hor. lib. 2. Ode 16.

So that the latter appears to me to be but a Copy as it were of the former. For, in effect, the Romans copied the Grecian Spirit: For we have ſhown from Horace the beſt of the Roman Criticks, that the Romans had no ſuch thing among them till they had conquer'd Greece, nor had they any ſuch frequent Impulſes to Enthuſiaſm, and having the ſame Revelation at the time that they cultivated Poetry, that the Grecians had, they could hardly ſay any thing of their Gods or their Demi-Gods, or their Fabulous Transformations, that the Grecian Poets had not ſaid before them. Beſides, the moſt famous of the Roman Poets copied particular Grecian Authors, as Horace did Pindar, and conſequently fell ſhort of them in the freeneſs and flame of their Spirit, as Copies muſt neceſſarily do of Originals. And as for the Tragedies that were among the Romans, [107] the beſt of them were directly tranſlated from the Athenian Poets.

Since then the Roman Poets copied the Grecian Spirit, what is the reaſon that the Romans copied them ſo much better than we do? Why, firſt, they underſtood them better, and were more familiar with them, becauſe then the Grecian was a living language, and Rome had a continual correſpondence with Athens. Secondly, they had a more beautiful and more harmonious language to receive that Spirit; and laſtly and chiefly, that Religion from which it was deriv'd made greater impreſſions upon them than it does upon us. And in order to the making that appear, we ſhall ſhow that Poetry among the Romans flouriſh'd and fail'd with Religion.

Poetry began to be cultivated at Rome after the Conqueſt of Greece, and the end of the Thid Punick War.

Serus enim Graecis admovit acumina chartis
Et poſt punica belli quietus, quaerere cepit
Quid Sophocles & Theſpis & Aeſchylus aetile ferrent.

[108] Now nothing is more reaſonable than to believe that the Grecian Superſtition, from which the Spirit of their Poetry was deriv'd, was at a greater height at Rome, after the Romans had conquer'd the Grecians, than it could be before they had a continual correſpondence with that people. But beſides, Religion in the main may be thought to be in a very great eſteem among the Romans about the time that they began to cultivate Poetry.

In order to the proving which, let us enquire what was the fountain and ſource of Religion among the Romans, and upon what it chiefly depended. The chief ſupport of Religion among the Grecians was the conſtant Revelation by Oracles; but the Italian Oracles were more rare, and of much leſs renown. The prop and ſupport of the Roman Superſtition lay in their Divinations, as Machiavel in his Diſcourſes obſerves. For, ſays Machiavel, they eaſily believ'd that that Divinity that foretold their felicity had the power to effect it. Machiavel had reaſon to be of that opinion. For, how could their Gods be thought certainly to foretell what it was [109] not in their power certainly to effect? And thus did the Roman Worſhip depend in a very peculiar manner upon the credit of their Divinations. But now let us enquire in what credit the Divinations were when Poetry began to be cultivated; which, as we obſerv'd above, was after the third Punick War.

Now the credit of the Augurs and the Aruſpices muſt needs at that time be very great with the Romans. For, ſince good Fortune alone inclines men to Devotion, and to confide in the Gods, as Ariſtotle has obſerv'd in the Second Book of his Rhetorick; what thoughts muſt not the Romans have of their Soothſaying, when they were not only arriv'd at ſuch a Degree of Felicity, but believ'd that they ow'd all their greatneſs to the predictions of their Augurs. For they conſulted them upon every important conjuncture, and particularly before they gave Battel. 'Tis true, they had ſometimes fail'd, but where they had fail'd once, they had ſucceeded ten times; which is evident from the felicity of that Commonwealth. Now, if one lucky gueſs can ſupport our ordinary Fortunetellers, who are wretched contemptible [110] bonds, againſt a hundred that happen unfortunate, as we know by experience it does, in what height of Reputation muſt not the Soothſayers be, whoſe Order it ſelf was held to be Sacred and Auguſt, when they had apparently ſucceeded ten times for their failing once. The Romans were now become the greateſt people upon the Earth, and the Promiſe of Romulus reveal'd to Proculus, according to the Oath of the latter, that Rome ſhould be the Miſtreſs of Nations; that promiſe, which at firſt ſeem'd ſo very incredible, was now very likely to be accompliſh'd. And the Romans believ'd that they had been conducted by the predictions of thoſe Diviners, as it were by ſo many ſteps, to that height of Glory, at which they were in Triumph arriv'd, and from the which they had a certain proſpect of becoming Maſtersof the Univerſe.

Divination then being in very great credit in the age in which Poetry began to be cultivated, Religion, which had its chief dependance upon it, muſt conſequently needs be in very great credit too, which was the thing that we deſign'd to prove.

[111] But from what has been ſaid it neceſſarily follows, that any one that ſhould have brought Divination into diſgrace, muſt have given a terrible ſhock to the ſuperſtition of the Romans. Now, about a hundred and threeſcore years after Poetry began to be cultivated, being introduc'd by Livius Andronicus, there flouriſh'd a great Wit, who not only baffled the whole Myſtery of Divination in a learned Philoſophical Treatiſe, but alſo publiſh'd an extraordinary Book concerning the Nature of the Gods, which alone, ſays Mr Harrington, in his preliminaries to his Oceana, was ſufficient to overthrow the Religion of the Roman State. Thus Cicero contriv'd and effected himſelf the very Crime, for which he declaim'd againſt Cataline with ſo much vehemence, and undermin'd the moſt ſolid foundations of the Temples of the Roman Gods.

About the ſame time the Athenian Philoſophers began to eſtabliſh themſelves at Rome. The Jews, whoſe Country Pompey had ſubdu'd, began every day to reſort more and more to the World's Capitol. The Romans, thro an exceſs of ridiculous flattery, deify'd their deceas'd [112] Emperors, which alone was enough to make the Roman Religion ridiculous; and Jeſus Chriſt came into the world to introduce a new Revelation. What was the effect of all this upon the Roman Religion? A Superſtition that had made ſuch impreſſions on the minds of that people, and from which they imagin'd that they and their Anceſtors had receiv'd ſo much benefit, could not be utterly overthrown in a moment. The Romans were ſo very pertinacious in their Principles, and had ſo much flegm and conſtancy in their conſtitutions, that the Grecian Philoſophy, and the Doctrine of Cicero, requir'd ſome time to prevail. However, prevail they did; and with them the Chriſtian Religion got ground, and the Pagan declin'd; and the Superſtition and Poetry of the Romans gradually declin'd together. And the Declenſion of the Roman Poetry was attributed even by Petronius himſelf, who was a thorough-pac'd Epicurean, to the neglect of the old Theology.

Per Ambages Deorumque Miniſteria
Precipitandus eſt liber Spiritus.

CHAP. XV. Objections anſwer'd. Concluſion of the former part of the Work.

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But here it concerns us to anſwer ſome Objections, which we eaſily foreſee may be made. For if the Religion which the Romans borrow'd from the Greeks had ſo great an influence on their Poetry, and the two Treatiſes which Cicero writ concerning Divination and the Nature of the Gods, gave ſuch a ſhock to that Superſtition; How comes it to paſs that Poetry not only flouriſh'd afterwards, but came to perfection in Horace and Virgil, which two were the greateſt of the Roman Poets. In anſwer to which we ſhall endeavour to ſhow as ſuccinctly as we can, why Poetry flouriſh'd after the publication of thoſe Treatiſes, and why it afterwards came to perfection. To ſatisfie the Reader why Poetry flouriſh'd afterwards, we need only repeat what we obſerv'd [114] above, that the flegm and ſolidity of the Roman people, and perhaps their Politicks, ſuſpended the effect of thoſe Writings, and of the Doctrine of the Grecian Philoſophers; and when they began to ſpread, it is reaſonable to believe that they went downwards from the Patricians and the Roman Knights to the people, who in all probability were the laſt who were undeceiv'd. Now the greateſt of their Poets, and eſpecially Virgil and Horace, flouriſh'd within leſs than fifty years after the publication of thoſe Treaties, and were moſt of them very meanly deſcended. So that they were brought up in the Religion of their Country, and had conſequently when they came to write, the advantage of firſt Impreſſions, and their copying the Grecian Poetry, threw them upon the old Idea's. 'Tis true, ſome few of them were better deſcended, and were Roman Knights, but either they were too much Men of Pleaſure, to dive into Philoſophy, or too much Poets, to eſpouſe a Sect that would not favour Enthuſiaſm.

But now let us enquire with the ſame brevity, for what reaſon Poetry, that derives [115] its preheminence from Religion, came to perfection among the Romans, after theſe attacks had been given to the Religion of that State: In anſwer to which, we muſt put the Reader in mind, that there are three things which contribute to the perfection of Poetry. The firſt is Nature, which is the foundation and baſis of all. For Nature is the ſame thing with Genius, and Genius and Paſſion are all one. For Paſſion in a Poem is Genius, and the power of exciting Paſſion is Genius in a Poet; to the raiſing of which, Religion, as we have ſhewn above, gives a very great Advantage. The ſecond thing is Art, by which I mean thoſe Rules, and that Method, which capacitate us to manage every thing with the utmoſt dexterity, that may contribute to the Raiſing of Paſſion. The third thing is the Inſtrument by which the Poet makes his Imitation, or the Language in which he writes. By Language I do not mean here the expreſſion of any particular Poem, or the poetical Dialect which the Poet models himſelf; but the language of the Country in which he writes, and which he finds made to his [116] hands. Theſe are the three things that contribute to the perfection of Poetry; ſo that in any Age or Country, at whatever juncture Religion and Language and Poetical Art are in greateſt force together, at that very juncture the Poetry of that Country is at its heighth. And this is the reaſon why Tragedy, which is a Poem of the growth of Attica, was at its height in the time of Sophocles, becauſe then the Language was in perfection; the Art of Poetry, and particularly of Tragedy, had been extremely cultivated, and Religion as yet had power enough o're the minds of men to inforce the paſſions. But the greateſt of theſe three is Religion, and the moſt prevalent towards the advancement of Poetry, as is plainly ſeen by the event. For, after that the Introduction of Moral Philoſophy had ruin'd the eſtabliſh'd Religion among the Grecians, Tragedy immediately loſt its force, tho the language remain'd in perfection afterwards, and the Poetick Art was perhaps improv'd. Let us now examine how the Art of Poetry, and the Roman Language and the Roman Religion ſtood in the time of Auguſtus. The Art of [117] Poetry, which had been introduc'd by Livius Andronicus, had now been cultivated for about two hundred years, but with a great deal of Interruption, caus'd by the violences of thoſe times; and that it was at its utmoſt height in the time of Auguſtus, we have no great reaſon to doubt, becauſe we find more of the Poetical Art in the ſingle Aeneis of Virgil, than in all the reſt of the Roman Poets together. For the Language, that it was then at its height, is agreed on by moſt; and tho ſome few may contend that it was ſomewhat declin'd from the purity which it had in the preceding age, yet it was certainly more Poetical in the time of Auguſtus, that is, more full, more ſounding, more ſignificant, and more harmonious. And as for Religion, we have already ſhewn that the effect of the Writings of Cicero was ſuſpended by the flegmatick temper which was incapable of ſudden Impreſſions, and perhaps by the politicks of the Romans. But that was not all. Religion had then more Force, more Authority and more Majeſty, than it had had for ſome time before; and that by the example of the Emperor. No one can be [118] ignorant what influence the example of a Prince has upon the minds of the people. Now Auguſtus was in his temper Religious even to Superſtition. And tho during the violences of the Triumvirate, his Politicks had got the better of Nature in him, yet aſſoon as he had attain'd the Soveraign Power, Policy and Nature were reconcil'd, and both of them favour'd Religion; whereas the Age preceding had been an Age of continual Violences, and conſequently not of ſo much Religion. The Roman Senate having got the Lands from the People had conſequently got the Dominion, ſo that that famous Commonwealth was dwindled into an Oligarchy, and that Oligarchy was grown factious, as all Oligarchies muſt of neceſſity do; and the heads of thoſe Factions were all of them labouring who ſhould overthrow the State; ſo that they who were at the Helm of the State, neither were nor could appear good, becauſe there was a neceſſity of their giving pernicious Examples. Auguſtus himſelf, notwithſtanding his natural clemency, and his proneneſs to Superſtition, was drawn in by Ambition to the committing all manner [119] of violences in the beginning of the Triumvirate, and neither did nor durſt appear what he was, till dividing the World between himſelf and Anthony, Policy and Nature were reconcil'd in him, and he was oblig'd to appear rather more Debonaire and Religious than he was by his Natural Temper, that the Extravagancies of Anthony appearing more hideous, compar'd with the Beauty of his Character, he might inſenſibly undermine his Rival in the eſteem of the Senate and the Roman people, and alone command the Univerſe; and we may judge by this, what influence the Example of the Emperor had upon the Writers, that it not only prevail'd upon Virgil to make Piety one of the chief Ingredients in the Character of his Hero; who was deſign'd by the Poet the very Picture of Auguſtus Caeſar, but engag'd him to incorporate ſo much Religion with the Action of his Poem, that it is the moſt Religious Epick Poem that ever was writ in the World.

And thus we have endeavour'd to ſhew as briefly as we could, that Art and Language and Religion were all of them in a great deal of force together in the glorious [120] Reign of Auguſtus, and much more powerfully united than ever they had been before, and I hope I need not tell the Reader than ever they were in the Reigns of ſucceeding Emperors. And in ſhewing that, I have given the reaſons why the Roman Poetry was then at its utmoſt height, tho I make no doubt but that a ſettled calm and a full tranquility, after a fierce and a tedious Tempeſt; and the elevation that might ſpring from the Remains and the Appearances of Liberty, and conſequently the appearances of their being Maſters of the Univerſe; and laſtly, the never to be forgotten bounty of a magnanimous Prince, and the Emulation that muſt enſue upon it among ſo many extraordinary men, might all of them contribute to the advancement of Poetry.

But if the Writings that flouriſh'd aamong the Romans, and eſpecially in the time of Auguſtus, receiv'd ſuch advantage from the Roman Religion, that the excellence and greatneſs of their Poetry is chiefly owing to that, how comes it that Virgil is found in his Writings to have had ſo exalted a notion of God, as is utterly inconſiſtent with the Grecian [121] Theology? How comes it to paſs, that Lucretius and Horace are held to be thorough-pac'd Epicureans, on whom the Superſtition that reign'd among their Country-men could have no manner of influence, and yet Horace allow'd to be after Virgil the greateſt of the Roman Poets, and Lucretius, as Taſſo is pleas'd to call him, a moſt Noble Verſifyer.

'Tis true indeed, Virgil had an exalted notion of God, as we may ſee by ſeveral places in his works,

Ab Jove principium Muſae, Jovis omnia plena.

And that famour paſſage in the fourth Georgick,

Deum namque Ire per omnes
Terraſque Tractuſque Maris Coelumque profundum.

And that in the ſixth Aeneid,

Principio Coelum ac Terras campoſque liquentes,
Lucentemque Globum Lunae Titannia (que) aſtra
[122] Spiritus Intus alit, totoſ (que) infuſa per Artus
Mens agitat molem & magna ſe corpore miſcet.

Now this exalted notion of Jupiter, or the Supreme Being, Virgil had from the Writings of Plato; and the reſt of the Gods and Goddeſſes a little modifyed, as they are in that Poet, in whom we wee ſee none of Homer's Religious extravagancies are exactly the Platonick Daemons. So that Virgil ſtrictly adhering to the Platonick Sect, it follows that his Philoſophy did very little harm to his Religion.

But to proceed to Horace. He was ſo very far from being a thorough-pac'd Epicurean, as ſome will obſtinately have him, that he was of every Sect by turns, and chang'd his Philoſophy and his Religion with his Humour, as a great many do beſides him; and when that Humour inclin'd him to Libertiniſm, then he was an Epicurean; and whenever it turn'd about to Auſterity, then he became a Stoick. That there are a great many ſuch perſons in the world, we may take the word of the Duke De la Rochefant.

[123] Nous ne nous apercevons que des Emportmens et Des mouvmens extraordinares. De nos Humeurs, et de notre Temperament, comme De la violence De la colere, mais perſonne quaſi, ne s' apercoit,que ces Humeurs ont un cours ordinaire, et Regle, qui ment et tourne Doucement et imperceptiblement notre volonte a des actions differentes, elles roulent enſemble s'il faut ainſi Dire, et exercent ſucceſſivement un Empire ſecret en nous memes, De ſorts qu'elles ont un part conſiderable en toutes nos actions, ſans que nous le puiſſions reconnoitre.

That is,

We are ſenſible of nothing that paſſes within us, but the extravagant extraordinary motions of our Complexions and Humours. But hardly a man has made this diſcovery, that thoſe Humours have a conſtant regular Courſe, which moves and inſenſibly inclines our wills to a great many different actions. They run rowling together, if I may uſe the expreſſion, and exerciſe a ſecret ſway within us, ſo that they have a conſiderable ſhare in our actions, while we are utterly unable to diſcern it.

[124] Now that Horace was as likely to be byaſs'd by his humour, as any other perſon whatſoever, we have his own word Epiſt. 8. lib. 1.

Si quaeret quid agam: dic multa & pulchra minantem,
Vivere nec recte, nec ſuaviter, haud quia grando
Contuderit vites, oleam (que) momorderit aeſtus:
Nec quia longinquis armentum aegrotet in arvis:
Sed quia mente minus validus quam corpore toto,
Nil audire velim, nil diſcere, quod level aegrum:
Fidis offendar medicis, iraſcar amicis,
Cur me funeſto properent arcere veterno:
Quae nocuere ſequar, fugiam quae perfore credam:
Romae Tybur amem ventoſus, Tibure Romam.

So that, as we obſerv'd above, when this humour inclin'd him to Libertiniſm, then he was an Epicurean, and when the alteration of that humour enclin'd him to ſeverity, then he became a Stoick [125] or a Platonick, of which we have a notorious inſtance in the 34th Ode of the firſt Book.

Parcus Deorum Cultor & infrequens, &c.

'Tis true, Monſieur Dacier treats this as Raillery, but it muſt be fine Raillery that could never be found out to be Raillery, till above ſixteen hundred years after it was writ. Horace has left enough behind him, to ſhew that he underſtood Raillery a great deal better than that comes to. But what will he ſay then to that remarkable paſſage of the firſt Epiſtle of the firſt Book.

Ac ne forte roges, quo me duce, quo lare tuter
Nullius addictus jurare in verba magiſtri,
Quo me cunque rapit tempeſtas, deferor hoſpes:
Nunc agilis fio, & verſor civilibus undis
Virtutis verae cuſtos rigiduſ (que) ſatelles,
Nunc in Ariſtippi furtim praecepta relabor.

But tho we ſhould grant that Horace was always an Epicurean, yet that would make rather for than againſt us. For it [126] is certain that he was educated in the Religion of his Country, as we obſerv'd above, and we know that the force of firſt impreſſions is great, and the copying the Spirit of the Grecian Poetry threw him upon thoſe firſt Ideas.

Spiritum Graiae Tenuem Cimenae,
Parca non mendax dedit.

And then this very Horace, whom ſome of the Moderns will ſo obſtinately maintain to be a conſtant Epicurean; this very perſon, who, as he was the ſecond of the Roman Poets, was one of their greateſt Criticks, declares himſelf abſolutely of our opinion, viz. that the Roman Poetry deriv'd its preheminence from the Roman Religion; for in his Satyrs, wherein he aſſures us he is no Poet, he intermingles none but Burleſque Religion, and that very rarely, with his Verſes; in his Odes, where he knew that he was a Poet, Religion is every where ſeen, and Invocations, Apoſtrophes, Machines and Revelations abound in them.

But now a word or two to Lucretius. He writ before the publication of Cicero's [127] Treatiſes, but then he was undeniably an Epicurean, and writ with a deſign to draw others over to his Sect. But in that very Poem, which he writ with a Deſign to overthrow Religion, he ſhews of what importance Religion was to Poetry; and the very Treatiſe which he begins with a Deſign to overturn the Worſhip of the Gods, that very Treatiſe he begins with the Invocation of a Goddeſs. And that Invocation is undeniably one of the nobleſt and moſt Poetical parts of his Book: So that Lucretius, to attain an excellence in Poetry, was contented to be guilty of a very ſtrange abſurdity in Philoſophy. For, to what purpoſe does he Invoke the Goddeſs of Love? Why he Invokes her to inform him that he ought not to Invoke her, for that ſhe does not hear him, and does not regard him, and has nothing at all to do with him.

Omnis enim Divum per ſe natura a neceſſe eſt
Immortali aeuo ſumma cum pace fruatur,
Semota a noſtris Rebus ſejunta (que) longe.

For, let no one tell me here, that by Venus the Poet means only the generative [128] Faculty of things. In ſhort, Lucretius Invokes ſomething, and Invocation is Adoration, and whatever is ador'd, muſt during the action by the Adorer be eſteem'd a Deity.

But it is not only in his Invocation that Lucretius is pleas'd to have recourſe to Religion. For after that, in the two firſt Books he has been taking a great deal of pains to deſtroy the belief of Gods and Providence, that in his third he may be very Poetical and very Sublime, he is forc'd to erect a new Divinity in the room of thoſe whom he has been juſt ſubverting; And that is Nature; tho by what he makes her ſay in that Noble Proſopopaeia, we might very well miſtake her for Providence.

So that we have not only the opinion of Lucretius on our ſide, but the example too. For, by having recourſe to Religion in that very Philoſophy that utterly diſclaims it, he not only declares of what Importance he thinks it to be to Poetry, but has ſhewn of what Importance it really is, by ſucceeding ſo much better in thoſe paſſages than in the other parts of his Book. But how could a Materialiſt, the Reader may ſay, draw [129] any advantage from Religion? But Lucretius was made, not born a Materialiſt. He was bred in the Religion of his Country, and ſo had the advantage of, firſt impreſſions which are never to be defac'd, Lucretius, you may ſay, perhaps was very lofty and very Poetical where he had nothing to do with Religion. Indeed ſometimes he was ſo, for I do not remember that I affirmed that there can be no Poetry without Religion, but only that Religion gives the occaſion for the beſt, the greateſt and the moſt Exalted, and it makes for my purpoſe ſufficiently, that Lucretius is moſt Poetical and and Sublime where he is Religious. But where he is lofty in other places, we find him deſcribing the great Phaenomena of Nature, and the higher a man riſes and the nearer he comes to the firſt infinite cauſe, the nearer he certainly comes to Religion. Beſides, where Lucretius is lofty and Poetical in Deſcribing the great Phaenomena of of Nature, there we are ſure to find him aſtoniſh'd for from whence comes his vehemence but from his aſtoniſhment, which may give us a Suſpicion, that Lucretius was not ſo very aſſured of the [130] truth of his opinion. For effects aſtoniſh no man. He who is aſtoniſh'd is moved by the ſecret cauſes of things which are two high or too deep for his comprehenſion. So that in places where there is no mention of Religion, Lucretius in ſome meaſure derives from that his Impetuous Golden Torrent of Verſe, his vehemence and his Sublimity.

And thus I have inquired into the merits of the Ancients, with all imaginable Impartiality, and have attempted to ſhew that they had the advantage of the Moderns in the greatneſs of Poetry, but that they deriv'd it not from any Superiority of Faculties, or any external or internal advantage, abſtracted from the nature of the ſubjects of which they treated, but only from incorporating Poetry with Religion.

The End of the firſt Part.

THE ADVANCEMENT AND REFORMATION OF Modern Poetry.
PART II.

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CHAP. I. That the Deſign of the True Religion and Poetry are the ſame.

IN the former part of this Treatiſe we attempted to ſhew, that the Ancient Grecians and Romans excell'd the Moderns in the greatneſs of Poetry, and [132] ſo endeavour'd to oblige a very conſiderable party of Mankind; who admire the Ancient Poets to that degree, that they deſpair of their being ever equall'd, much leſs ſurpaſs'd by the Moderns; but then, that we might diſoblige as little as we could another body of men, who have a high opinion of the Moderns, and are apt to think them upon an equal foot with the Ancients, we endeavour'd to prove that the Ancients deriv'd their preheminence, not ſo much from any real ſuperiority that they had in themſelves, as from the Subjects of which they treated; which Subjects were Sacred, either in their own nature, or by their manner of handling them. So that we have taken the moſt effectual courſe that we could poſſibly do, to remove the deſpair of [...] party, without too much exalting them and to check the unreaſonable preſumption of the other, without too much depreſſing them; that ſo the one party might deſpond no more, and the other be ſecure and careleſs no longer; but tha [...] the Paſſions and Prejudices being removed, which have hitherto obſtructed the Advancement of a Noble Art, and [133] both Parties being reconcil'd and united in the common opinion, that the Ancients, tho they are exalted above us, are not beyond our reach, may immediately take fire, and contending with a Noble Emulation, puſh on the Art to ſome degrees of perfection, beyond what it has attain'd for theſe laſt fifteen hundred years. For, in the remaining part of this Treatiſe, we ſhall make it our buſineſs to convince the Reader, with all the brevity that the Importance of the affair will admit of, that the Moderns, by joyning Poetry with the true Religion, will have much the advantage of the Ancients in the main, tho they may fall ſhort of them in ſome particular Poems.

But here it concerns us to anſwer an Objection. For perhaps the Reader may ſay, how can you maintain that the Chriſtian Religion will be ſuch a help to Poetry, when you have already in a former Treatiſe, made uſe of the Authority of Boileau, to ſhew that Chriſtianity and Poetry were things that were inconſiſtent.

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De la Foy D'un Chretien les Myſteres terribles
D' ornemens Egayez ne ſont point ſuſceptibles,
L' Evangele al Eſpritn offre De tous cotez
Que Penetence e faire, ou tourmens meritez.
Et de vos fictions le Melange Coupable
Meme a ſes verites donne l'air de la fable.

That is,

The terrible Myſteries of the Chriſtian Faith are not capable of delightful Ornaments; that the Goſpel offers nothing to our view, but Repentance on the one ſide, and Eternal Torments on the other, and that the Criminal mixture of Poetical Fictions, gave a fabulous air even to its moſt Sacred Truths.

To which we anſwer; that we only made uſe of this paſſage in the foremention'd Treatiſe, to ſhew, that the Myſteries of the Chriſtian Religion were not to be mix'd with Fiction, and conſequently that it would be a hard matter to contrive Machines for an Epick Poem, upon a Modern Chriſtian ſubject: [135] and if Boileau means any thing more by the fore-mention'd paſſage, I ſhall endeavour to ſhow that he is miſtaken, and that there may not only be moſt exalted Poetry upon a Chriſtian ſubject, without Machines and without Fiction, but that the true Religion is more favourable to Poetry than Paganiſm, or Philoſophy or Deiſm; and I ſhall firſt enquire into the Reaſon of things, and afterwards ſee how it is ſupported by Matter of Fact.

Firſt, I ſhall enquire into the Reaſon of the thing, and I make no doubt but to make it appear, that the nearer Poetry comes to Perfection, the more agreeable it is to the deſign of the true Religion, and that conſequently Poetry is much more noble and more inſtructive, and more beneficial to Mankind than either Hiſtory or Philoſophy.

In order to the doing which, let us examine what the deſign is of the true Religion, and we ſhall find that not only the deſign of Poetry is the very ſame, but the very methods of attaining that deſign the ſame, as far as they can be humanely proſecuted; tho at the ſame time it muſt be confeſt, that Poetry, tho [136] the nobleſt of all Arts, and preferable either to Hiſtory or Philoſophy, falls as ſhort of the Excellence of the true Religion, as Human Invention does of Divine Wiſdom.

The deſign of every Religion muſt be the Happineſs of thoſe who embrace it. Impoſtors, and all who ſet up new Religions for ſome politick ends, muſt always pretend this, or they will have no followers; for all men propound Happineſs to themſelves in every thing that they do; and the Reaſon why ſo few men are throughly and entirely of any Religion, is, becauſe they are not ſufficiently convinc'd that it will make them happy. But as even falſe Religions muſt pretend to make thoſe who profeſs them happy, ſo the true one muſt really effect it: For the true Religion, whether it is innate or reveal'd, muſt certainly come from God, and muſt be given by him as a Rule and a Law for thoſe who embrace it to walk by. Now all Laws that are made by good Law-givers, are made for the Happineſs of thoſe who embrace them. But God muſt be good, and conſequently cannot make Laws, only becauſe it is [137] his Arbitrary will; no, he muſt make them, becauſe he who beſt knows the nature of his own Creatures, knows that they will find their Happineſs in being conformable to them. But if the deſign of all Religion muſt be to make men happy, why then that muſt be the true Religion that makes men the moſt happy: And conſequently that muſt be the true Religion that has the Simpleſt Deſign, and the ſhorteſt and the ſureſt. For the deſign of the true Religion being to make men happy, it muſt neceſſarily be of ſuch a nature, as that all may be capable of it. For if a Religion, of which none but men of ſenſe were capable, ſhould be the true Religion, it would follow, that God had made moſt men Blockheads, and afterwards made them wretched for being ſo. But now let us examine what Religion that is, that takes the ſhorteſt and the ſureſt, and moſt admirable method for making thoſe who embrace it happy.

Since the deſign of all Religion muſt be to make men happy, and the only true Religion can effect that deſign, which all others in vain pretend to, becauſe [138] only the true Religion can come from God, who alone underſtands our natures, and alone knows that which the moſt will pleaſe us, it follows, that all who are not really of the true Religion, cannot be perfectly happy. Now this is certain, that Mankind has in all Countries and in all Ages, in all Places and at all Times, complain'd of the want of Happineſs. Both Ancients and Moderns, Philoſophers and the People, have agreed that Man was miſerable. And this univerſal conſent may be ſufficient to ſhew, that the miſery of Man is real, and not imaginary; beſides, they have all, both Ancients and Moderns, Philoſophers and Poets, Men of Senſe, and the Vulgar, admirably agreed in deſcribing it. They have all conſented in this, that the miſery of Man proceeded from a perpetual conflict that is within him, and from a diſcord continually reigning among the faculties of the Soul; a cruel War between the Paſſion, and Senſes, and the Reaſon, while the Reaſon violently draws one way, and the Paſſions and the Senſes another; the latter endeavouring ſtill to be pleas'd by getting the upper hand of the former, [139] and the former contending to be ſatisfied by ſubduing the latter, while neither party can gain an entire victory, but an eternal conflict remains; for tho the frequent advantages are on the ſide of the Paſſions, yet Reaſon rallies from time to time, and maintains a running fight.

Video Meliora probo (que)
Deteriora ſequor.
Says Medea in Ovid.

And ſays Horace, 8th Epiſtle of the firſt Book.

Dic multa & pulchra minantem,
Vivere nec recte, nec ſuaviter, haud quia grando
Contuderit vites, oleamque momorderit aeſtus:
Nec quia longiſquis armentum aegrotet in arvis:
Sed quia mente minus validus quam corpore toto,
Nil audire velim, nil diſcere, quod levet aegrum:
Fidis offendar medicis iraſcar amicis,
Cur me funeſto properent arcere veterno:
[140] Quae nocuere ſequar, fugiam quae perfore credem:

But St. Paul, who knew the cauſe of this miſery of Mankind, has given by much the moſt clear and lively Diſcription of it. Rom. ch. 7: ver. 13.

verse 15 For that which I do I allow not; for what I would that do I not, but what I hate that do I.

verse 16 If then I do that which I would not, I conſent unto the law that it is good.

verse 17 Now then it is no more I but ſin that dwelleth in me.

verse 18 For I know that in me, that is in my fleſh, dwelleth no good thing, for to will is preſent with me, but how to perform that which is good I find not.

verse 19 For the good which I would, I do not, but the evil which I would not, that I do.

verse 20 Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I, but ſin that dwelleth in me.

verse 21 I find then a law, that when I would do good, evil is preſent with me.

verse 22 For I delight in the law of God after the inward man.

verse 23 But I ſee another law in my members, warring againſt the law in my mind, [141] and bringing into captivity the law of ſin which is in my members.

verse 24 O wretched man that I am, who ſhall deliver me from the body of this death.

verse 25 I thank God through Jeſus Chriſt our Lord, ſo then with the mind I my ſelf ſerve the law of God, but with the fleſh the law of ſin.

Thus has St Paul given a lively Deſcription of the conflict that is in the Human Soul between Paſſion and Reaſon, becauſe he very well knew the cauſe of it. The Philoſophers felt the effect, and could deſcribe it tolerably well; but being wholly ignorant of the cauſe, they took that to be a Defect in Nature, which is really an infectious Diſtemper; and here lay the folly of thoſe people, in believing that they were capable of altering Nature; which puts me in mind of an Aſtrological King of Naples, who not being very well pleas'd with what he thought the Syſtem and Contrivance of the Univerſe, ſaid that if God when he made the World would have vouchſaf'd to have conſulted him, he could have given him very good advice. For, ſo by their Writings the Philoſophers ſeem to have been of opinion, [142] that whereas God had made Man Impious, they could make him Good, and whereas he had made him a Blockhead, they could make him Wiſe.

But the Philoſophers not knowing the cauſe of the miſery of Man, made very ſucceſsleſs attempts towards the making us happy; for whether they ſupported the Reaſon againſt the Paſſions, all that they gain'd was to inflame the contention which they deſign'd to extinguiſh; and by rouſing and exaſperating the Parties make that War be carried on with vehemence, which perhaps was in a languiſhing ſtate before; or whither they animated the Paſſions againſt the Reaſon, they could only mortifie what they could never vanquiſh.

Thus, whither they endeavour'd to live up to the Dictates of Reaſon, the Paſſions plagu'd them by a very violent reſiſtance; or whether they endeavour'd to plunge themſelves in ſenſual pleaſure, they could no further oppreſs the Reaſon than they ſtupified the whole Man; and Remorſe at laſt, like the Dragon that watch'd the Heſperian fruit, was never to be laid aſleep.

[143] But tho the Philoſophers ſeem'd wholly in the dark, the Poets appear'd to have a glimmering of the Truth, as we may conclude from the Fable of Pandora and Epimetheus, whether they had it from old Tradition, or from a Noble Effort of Reaſon. For, ſays Mr Mede, If there were no Scripture, yet the unſampled Irregularity of our whole Nature, which all the time of our life runs counter to all Order and Right Reaſon, the woful miſery of our condition being a ſcene of ſorrow, without any reſt or contentment, this might breed ſome general ſuſpicion, that ab initio non fuit ita, but that he who made us Lords of his Creatures, made us not ſo worthleſs and vile as now we are, but that ſome common Father to us all, had drank ſome ſtrange and Deviliſh Poyſon, wherewith the whole Race was infected. Thus far goes Mr Mede, and I will make bold to add, by the leave of the Clergy, that this Suſpicion might very well grow up to Reaſon and Certainty, tho' there were no Scripture. For that Man is miſerable, experience aſſures us; but ſince Man is a Creature capable of [144] Happineſs, and one who knows his miſery, Reaſon may tell us that Man could never be Created miſerable, for that would have been contrary to the goodneſs of God, which is his Darling Attribute. Since God might as well Damn his Creatures for nothing, as he might Create them miſerable. Man therefore was certainly created happy, and happy had he continued till now, if it had not been for his own fault, becauſe it had been repugnant to the Juſtice of God, to puniſh Man for nothing. Thus far we may conclude then by the force of Reaſon, that Man has committed ſome horrible crime, the which has made him miſerable.

But tho' the ſtrength of Reaſon may reach thus far, yet it could never inform Man of the Nature of the crime, the committing of which has made him miſerable, nor in what his original Happineſs conſiſted. All that that we can gueſs by Reaſon is this, that ſince the miſery of Man at preſent lyes in the conflict that he has within himſelf, and in the Civil War which is maintaind in his faculties, that his original Happineſs conſiſted in the Peace and Agreement, [145] and the Harmony that was between them, and that the Crime that cauſed his unhappineſs, was in all likelihood ſomething that naturally and neceſſarily broke that Harmony and that Agreement. And that we may ſee how far theſe conjectures agree with what our Religion ſays of it, let us make ſome enquiry into the account which Sacred Writ has given of it.

That tells us, that man was not in the beginning what he is at preſent. That he was created Holy, Innocent, Perfect. That his Creator fill'd him with the brightneſs of Knowledge, and with a luminous lively Intelligence. That he then had a ſtrict dependence on his Maker. That he communicated the wonders of his Glory to him. That the Eye of Man then ſaw the Majeſty of God; and that this Creature, ſo miſerable now, was then moſt entirely happy. That he was unclouded, untroubled, impained, impaſſive, immortal. This is the account that our Religion gives us of the primitive ſtate of Man. It tells us, how great his Knowledge was, [146] his Happineſs and his Perfection. Let us now ſee how much his Paſſions and his Sences were able to contribute to ſo much Felicity.

That Man in his Original State had Paſſions and great Paſſions, is certain. For without Paſſion there can be no Happineſs, becauſe there can be no Pleaſure. Beſides, it muſt be by a great Paſſion, or by great Paſſions that the firſt Man muſt fall. For by the weakneſs of his Reaſon he could not be loſt: For if he had not had Reaſon enough to know that he ought not to have committed the tranſgreſſion which ruin'd him, why then the ruin of Man had not been his own fault. Man therefore before the Fall had Paſſions, but being in a ſtate of Perfect Felicity, he could conſequently be ſubject to no Paſſions, which were not entirely conſiſtent with that. He walked with God, and was then united to him, becauſe the Creator was pleaſed to communicate himſelf in ſo great a degree to his Creature. Man therefore conſtantly contemplated [147] God, not ſo much by the force of Reaſon as of Intuition, or a luminous lively Intelligence. God acted upon his mind, and he felt him as well as ſaw him, and conſequently Admir'd, Lov'd, Deſir'd, Ador'd him, and the reſult of theſe charming Paſſions was a Joy unſpeakable. For the more they were exalted, the more his Reaſon approv'd of them; and ſince it knew that he could never ſuffer by them in that ſtate of Happineſs and of Immortality, it eternally exhorted him to perpetuate them, and told him that they could never be too high for their Glorious Object. So that man in his primitive State was always in lofty raviſhing Tranſports. For Love, Admiration, Joy and Deſire, thoſe charming Paſſions were all that he knew, of which Bliſsful Love was always the chief. For God making Man a ſociable Creature, gave him ſuch a ſort of a Happineſs, as that the Felicity of one might produce that of another; and what could that be but an habitual Charity, or loving God and Man for the ſake of God. Our bliſsful Sire enjoy'd [148] a ſincere felicity, and conſequently could never know any trouble, nor any paſſion that had a mixture of trouble, as anger, ſorrow, fear, and the like. Much leſs could Ambition find room in his breaſt, with Envy, Hatred, Pride, and Revenge, and the reſt of thoſe Turbulent paſſions that are utterly inconſiſtent with Charity.

And as his paſſions were always pleaſing, ſo his ſenſes were never ſhock'd: The happy creature converſt with Angels, and ſaw the Majeſty of his Maker. And for the Terreſtrial Objects which were around him, and which were all ſubjected to his univerſal Empire, whenever he ſurvey'd them, like his Creator, he found that they were always good; and as the Creatures never were Diſobedient, he was never Diſpleas'd with them. For, as he had neither fear nor knowledge of ſuffering, Antipathy, Averſion, Horrour, and the like, were things that he never knew, which in this woful ſtate of miſery, are ſo often Nature's ſecret Intelligencers, to adviſe us of approaching harm. Thus all the Faculties were always pleas'd, and man was bleſs'd unſpeakably.

[149] But the reſult of this perfect Harmony, was not only continual Happineſs, but unclouded Knowledge and Immortality. For, as from the Agreement of the vital Faculties, and their concording motions, Spirit and Health and pleaſant Eaſe, and vigour of Senſe proceeds; ſo from the Harmony of the Rational and Animal powers proceeded a luminous lively Intelligence, and a bliſsful Immortality. For pleaſure was the reſult of that Agreement, and ſince Death can only come by pain, he who is in a ſtate of perpetual pleaſure, muſt by conſequence be Immortal.

But Man alas was unable to ſupport ſo much Happineſs without Preſumption. He form'd the Deſign of growing Independant, of ſhaking off the government of him who made him, and finding his felicity apart from God. This made him conceive the Horrible Crime, of Diverting his affections from him who alone was worthy of them; to things that were form'd ſo many degrees inferiour to him: and that which made the unpardonable enormity of that crime was this, that when God had created him with an ardent deſire of Happineſs, [150] and had created him of ſuch a nature, that his full and his perfect Happineſs lay in his ſtrict dependance on him, and had given him a clear underſtanding to know this; that, I ſay, made the unpardonable enormity of his Crime, that, contrary to this Nature, and this Deſire, and this unclouded Knowledge, he revolted and fell off from God, and by the ſuggeſtion of his greateſt enemy, tax'd him at once with folly and envy, in believing himſelf capable of finding and enjoying a greater felicity than what his Maker deſign'd for him. And thus Mans fatal Original Sin, whether the buſineſs of the Tree of Knowledge is Literal or Allegorical, conſiſted in his horribly diverting his affections from his God to the Creatures. And thus the Harmony of his Intellectual and Animal powers was very miſerably broke. For Reaſon diſapprov'd of the unworthy objects that Man had choſen for his Paſſions, and the Paſſions being natural and congenial to the Soul, could not be idle, and Man could not reduce them to their primitive object. For God had abandon'd him to himſelf, and how ſhould Man of himſelf approach Infinity?

[151] And now the bliſsful Time was no more, when Man was only touch'd with tranſporting Paſſions. And now the force of thoſe Charming Paſſions was continually curb'd by Reaſon, which utterly diſapprov'd of their objects; and a thouſand vexatious ones ſprung up among them, like cockle to choak the vital ſeed, and which were partly the reſult of preſent miſery, and partly of paſt felicity.

Beſides, the Sences partook of the ſame Diſorder that had ſeiz'd the Paſſions; and they that during his ſtate of Innocence, were always pleas'd with the approbation of Reaſon, and were ne're Diſturb'd, now either betray'd him to Concupiſcence, or were ſhock'd at their ſeveral objects. His Eye and his Ear, thoſe noble miniſters of the Underſtanding, were no longer charm'd with the voice of God, and the glorious preſence of Angels; and were either too much engag'd by the Terreſtrial objects around them, or diſturb'd in deſpight of Reaſon. The Creatures whom God had furniſh'd with inſtinct ſufficient for the care of their preſervation, in their Degenerate Monarch beheld [152] their Enemy. They gladly obey'd him during his Innocence, as Loyal Subjects do a good King, but when he grew wicked he grew a Tyrant, and they at the ſame time turn'd Rebels. From hence Averſions, Horrors, Antipathies, and Fear and Hate and Rage ſprung up in them; and Man was got into a ſtate of War with all the inferiour Creatures, who of his Humble Vaſſals before, were now his Potent Enemies. Both Parties were on their Guard inceſſantly, always dreaded, and always terrify'd.

And thus the Harmony of the Intellectual and Animal powers was diſſolv'd by Original Sin. And the Ignorance of this, caus'd all the blunders of the Philoſophers. They knew very well, that the Combat between the Reaſon and Paſſions caus'd the miſery of Man, but they never dreamt of reconciling the difference, becauſe alas they never thought that the parties had once been friends. All that they aim'd at, was to put an end to the conflict, by deſtroying one of the parties, and ſo ſome of them thought of ſtifling the Reaſon, and others of ſuppreſſing the Paſſions.

[153] But the folly of theſe two Deſigns was equally great, becauſe they are attempts at things that are equally Impoſſible. For as long as Man is Man he muſt have Reaſon, and as long as there is Reaſon there will be Remorſe, which will rally from time to time, and be a check upon the exorbitance of the Paſſions. And tho Remorſe could be entirely extinguiſh'd, as I believe it never can, yet Reaſon would be ſure to make its Declaration another way, and that is by our inconſtancy in pleaſure, and our want of variety.

Nor is the folly leſs of endeavouring to ſuppreſs the Paſſions, for either they muſt be wholly ſuppreſs'd or reſtrain'd; But all the Paſſions being natural, in the condition in which Man is now, none of them can be wholly ſuppreſs'd without deſtroying the Man, nor can ſome of them be ſo much as moderated, without maintaining conſtantly in the ſoul a very violent conflict, becauſe they were perfectly unreſtrain'd in their original Natures.

The Paſſions are either natural and congeneal to the Soul, or accidental: Theſe firſt are thoſe which are pleaſing [154] to it, as Love, Joy, Deſire, and with theſe the firſt Man was created, for Man was created Happy; but without theſe Paſſions there can be no Happineſs. The accidental Paſſions, as Anger, Envy, Indignation, and Deſire of Revenge, are thoſe with which Man at the firſt was not created, for they all include Miſery, and he was created Happy. They were all the reſult of the fall, which brought woe to the Race of Men. Man is indeed capable of reſtraining theſe laſt, becauſe they all of them include Miſery, and he retaining a vehement deſire of Happineſs, tho joyn'd to an impotence of attaining it, is by that very Deſire capacitated to ſtruggle with apparent Miſery. But it muſt needs be a hard contention when we pretend to moderate the firſt, becauſe there is ſomething within us that ſecretly tells us they are neceſſary to our Happineſs; and the conflict muſt needs be violent, when we ſtrive againſt our own Happineſs. Beſides, they are as natural to the Soul as Reaſoning, and the reſult of that; and a Reaſonable Creature can no more be without Admiration, Love and Deſire, than it can be without Thinking, [155] or without the appetites of Sence; and a Man can no more ſuppreſs the one by Philoſophy than the other. He can no more take away Love and Deſire by Reaſoning, than he can ſatisfie Hunger and Thirſt with a Syllogiſm. All that he can arrive at, is either to conceal thoſe Paſſions, as he may do his Appetites, or to refuſe to act in conſequence of them, as he may in conſequence of Thinking, or of Senſual Appetites. Or laſtly, He may weaken theſe congeneal Paſſions by Mortification, as he may do his Appetites or his Reaſon. For a Diſtemper weakens the whole Man, and Mortification is a Diſtemper in effect at leaſt. But when the man is in health, and his Sences vigorous, and his Reaſon piercing, theſe Appetites too will be ſtrong. And the more powerful the Reaſon is, the ſtronger will be the Paſſions: And therefore the attempt to ſuppreſs theſe was folly in the Philoſophers. For theſe Paſſions are the pleaſure of the Soul, which cannot ſtruggle with ſucceſs againſt felicity. The cauſe of their miſtake was this; Some of them, as for example, the Stoicks, thought that Reaſon diſapprov'd [156] of the Paſſions, when ſhe only diſlik'd the Objects; whereas the Cyrenaicks on the other hand thought that Humane Nature allow'd of the Objects, when it did nothing but approve of the Paſſions.

And this may ſerve to ſhew the folly of Deiſm as well as it may of Philoſophy. For Deiſm pretending, like Philoſophy, to combat all the Paſſions, muſt be founded on the ſtrength of Reaſon. But a Religion founded on the ſtrength of Reaſon, cannot be the true Religion. For the true Religion muſt be ſent from God, for the Happineſs of Mankind, and of that Religion all muſt be capable, as we have ſhown above. But of a Religion founded on the ſtrength of Reaſon, and whoſe proofs muſt of conſequence be deduc'd from a long train of conſequences, all men are not capable, for every Religion muſt have proofs, and all men are not capable of the proofs of ſuch a Religion as that. As for example: before a man can be a Deiſt effectually, he muſt be convinc'd of the being of a God by Reaſon, and muſt be convinc'd by the ſame Reaſon that the World is govern'd [157] by God. But to be capable of the proofs that Deiſm gives of thoſe two points, a man muſt either have a very ſtrong Reaſon, or a very good education, whereas not ſo much as one in forty of Mankind has either. But all are capable of the proofs of Revealed Religion: For by proving the Divinity of the Revelation, the Doctrine is proved in courſe. Now the Divinity of the Revelation muſt be prov'd by Miracles. But Miracles are proofs of which all men are capable, becauſe they ſpeak to the Paſſions and appeal to the Sences. Since therefore the true Religion muſt be deſign'd for all; and all men are capable of the proofs of Reveal'd Religion, whereas not one in forty is capable of the proofs of Deiſm, it follows that a Religion that is not Reveal'd cannot be the True Religion.

Beſides, no Religion can be the True Religion that is inſufficient to anſwer the ends of Government. But a Religion that is not deſign'd for all, can never anſwer the ends of Government. And therefore Deiſm cannot be the True Religion. For there are but two things that can reſtrain mankind, and keep [158] them within the power of Law; Religion, and ſenſe enough to know their real Intereſt. But we have already made it appear above, that whoever wants good ſenſe cannot be reſtrain'd by Deiſm.

That Deiſm is inſufficient to anſwer the ends of Government, may be further plain from matter of fact; for it would be an eaſie thing to convince the Reader that there never was any tolerable Government in the World without a Reveal'd Religion; and that the Governments that have been moſt Renown'd upon Earth, flouriſh'd with their reſpective Revelations, and with them decay'd, as the Iſraelites did with their Prophets, the Grecians with their Oracles, and the Romans with their Divinations; ſo that either the True Religion can be in the World without order and without peace, or Deiſm cannot poſſibly be the True Religion.

Again, either that can be the True Religion, which can contribute nothing even to the Happineſs of thoſe who embrace it, or Deiſm cannot be the True Religion. For Deiſm contributes nothing at all to the Happineſs even of [159] thoſe who are capable of it, becauſe that by combating and reſiſting the Paſſions, it maintains the War of the Faculties, inſtead of appeaſing it.

Thus we have ſhewn that the Deſign of the True Religion muſt not only be to make men Happy, but muſt effectually do it; that the Philoſophers indeed had that Deſign, but blunder'd in the execution of it; and by pretending either to ſet up our Paſſions above our Reaſon, or our Reaſon above our Paſſions, only maintain'd an eternal conflict in the breaſts they deſign'd to eaſe; that the Deiſt does the very ſame thing, by his endeavours to exalt Reaſon by depreſſing the Paſſions. Let us now ſhew how the Chriſtian Religion exalts our Reaſon by exalting the Paſſions, and by a plain and a ſhort, but a moſt admirable Deſign, reſtores the Harmony of the Human Faculties, and the Felicity of the firſt man.

For, after that Chriſtianity has gain'd its profeſſors, by proving after the moſt plain and ſimple manner all that is neceſſary to be believ'd in it; that is, by Miracles atteſted by unexceptionable Witneſſes, it gains its end, which is the [160] Happineſs of its believers, in ſo plain, ſo ſure, and ſo ſhort a way, that the way to Happineſs and the end is but one and the ſame thing, and differs only in Degree. Set your affections on things above, and not on things below, ſays the Apoſtle, Coloſſ. 1. 2. That is, Do but earneſtly deſire of God to incline your affections to him, their primitive object; Do but deſire it, and he will incline them, and the great buſineſs of Religion is done, the Harmony of the Human Faculties reſtor'd, and the Felicity of the firſt man in ſome meaſure at leaſt renew'd. Nay, the way is ſhorter and plainer even than this. For, Do but earneſtly deſire of God to give you Charity, and he will give it, and with that give every Virtue. For, to ſhew how plain, how ſhort, how admirable, the Deſign is of this Divine Religion, Love, which is but a ſingle Paſſion, and the moſt pleaſing of all the Paſſions, comprehends all its Duties and all its Felicity. St Paul has given an admirable reaſon why it comprehends all its Duties; for Love, ſays he, worketh no ill to his Neighbour, and is therefore the fulfilling of the [161] Law. And that it is incluſive of all its Felicity, may be concluded from hence, that Charity gently reſtraining thoſe tumultuous Paſſions which diſturb and torment the mind, exalts all the pleaſing affections which are natural and congeneal to the Soul, and exalts the very Reaſon of Mankind, by exalting thoſe charming Paſſions. For Reaſon being troubled no more in its Functions, by the painful conflict which it maintain'd before, is free to diſcern and diſtinguiſh Divine Truth, and now employs the exten and ſtretch of its power, in confirming and augmenting the force of thoſe aſpiring Paſſions, which, while they were directed to mortal objects, it eſteem'd its mortal Enemies. And as the Reaſon rouzes and excites the Paſſions, the Paſſions, as it were in a fiery vehicle, tranſport the Reaſon above Mortality, which mounting, ſoars to the Heaven of Heavens, upon the wings of thoſe very affections that before repreſs'd the Noble Efforts that it made to aſcend the Skies.

And thus we have ſeen how the Chriſtian Religion reconciles Paſſion to Reaſon. And while the troubleſome [162] Virtues of Deiſts and old Philoſophers, are employ'd in reſtraining thoſe charming Paſſions, which are ſo natural to the Soul of man, and which, rightly directed, conſtitute all its Felicity, the Cardinal Virtues of the true Religion, as Faith, and Hope and Charity, are exalted Paſſions themſelves. And as Chriſtianity confirms and cheriſhes all the pleaſing affections, which are to the Soul, as ſo many delicious Friends, and ſo many dear Relations, the very converſation of which is ſufficient to make it happy, it gently appeaſes the tumultuous Paſſions, accidental uneaſy gueſts that interrupt its pleaſure.

But the Chriſtian Religion reſtores the harmony of the Human Powers to a greater degree than this, and provides even a pleaſure of Sence that may be highly approv'd of by Reaſon. For though the Chriſtian in this life is not allowed to expect that in a Soveraign degree, yet, ſince there is no ſight ſo charming to the Eye, and no Muſick ſo harmonious to the Ear, as the voice and looks of thoſe whom we love, the Chriſtian Religion by commanding us, 1 Epiſt; of St Pet. ch. 1. v. 2. To love one [163] another with a pure heart fervently, has provided in an admirable manner for the delight of thoſe noble Sences.

Thus the proofs ofChriſtianity are ſhort, and plain, and its Doctrine that leads to Felicity admirably ſhort and unperplex'd, whereas the proofs of Deiſm are abſtruſe, (I mean to the People they are abſtruſe,) and we have ſhewn that the true Religion muſt be deſigned for all, and the method that it takes to make us happy, tedious and vexatious. And this is extreamly remarkable, that the very morality which in Deiſm and in Philoſophy is prov'd, at the firſt perhaps with difficulty, and perhaps at the laſt obſcurely; and when it is prov'd, obey'd with pain, becauſe it ſhocks all the pleaſing Paſſions which ſo firmly inhere to the Soul, that very Morality in the Chriſtian Religion is clearly and eaſily prov'd to all, becauſe the Divinity of its Revelation is clearly and eaſily prov'd, and when it is prov'd is purſu'd with pleaſure, becauſe it is every part of it dictated by Love, the beſt and ſweeteſt of all the Paſſions.

And thus Chriſtianity performs in a moment, what Philoſophy and Deiſm have for Ages in vain attempted. For God can touch the Heart in a moment, [164] and a ſhort contrition makes way for a long felicity. And the wiſdom of God ſeems loudly to declare the ſimplicity of his great deſign, by the perſons whom he choſe to execute it. For had there been any thing perplex'd or difficult in it, Men of Choice Education and great Parts, would have been choſen to expound it. But it was ſo eaſie, ſo clear, ſo agreeable to the Nature of Man, whether conſider'd as an Individual, or a Member of a vaſt Society, (for Charity, that makes the Happineſs of particulars, tends to the felicity of the whole community; and whereas Juſtice is ſatisfied with the reſtraining men from the doing harm, Charity, the moſt active and the beſt natur'd of all virtues, engages him to the doing good; and there can be no ſuch prevalent motive for the making any one happy, as becauſe we love him) the deſign, I ſay, of this Holy Religion, is ſo agreeable to the nature of man, that God made choice of twelve poor Fiſhermen, or ſomething more vile to human regard than Fiſhermen, to propagate its Divine Doctrine. And to whom did they preach it? Not to Brutal Savages, as [165] Orpheus did his pretended Revelation before them, nor to bloody Barbarians, as Mahomet did his Fanatick Enthuſiaſm afterwards, but to the moſt civiliz'd and knowing Nations of the World, when Learning was at the greateſt heighth amongſt them; to the Provinces of the Leſſer Aſia, who were the moſt ſubtle people on the Earth; to Greece the great Inventreſs of Arts; and to Rome the Miſtreſs of Nations: to Rome, that with her victorious Armies, had even then, juſt then ſubdu'd and civiliz'd the barbarous World. And twelve poor ignorant contemptible Fiſhermen, who were diſpis'd by their own Nation, and whoſe Nation it ſelf was almoſt univerſally deſpicable, in a very ſhort time eſtabliſh'd this Doctrine in the midſt of theſe knowing Nations; nay, and eſtabliſh'd it without Arts, without Eloquence, without Reputation, without Power, and downright Innocence and Simplicity prevail'd o're the ſubtilty of the Aſiaticks, the vigorous lively penetration of the Greeks, and the profound ſolidity of the Romans. So that Knowledge bluſhing was inſtructed by Ignorance, and the vain efforts of all human [166] Wiſdom ſtood confounded by the fooliſhneſs of Preaching; And the Apoſtle had a great deal of reaſon to exeult in the firſt Ep. to the Cor. v. 20, 21. Where is the Wiſe? Where is the Scribe? Where is the Diſputer of this World? Hath not God made fooliſh the Wiſdom of this World? For after that by the Wiſdom of God, the World by Wiſdom knew not God, it pleaſed God by the fooliſhneſs of Preaching to ſave them that believe; and v. the 27th, ibid. God hath choſen the fooliſh things of this World to confound the Wiſdom of the Wiſe. So that this Religion, propagated under theſe ſtrange diſadvantages, by Ignorance againſt Philoſophy, by Simplicity againſt Arts and Eloquence, by Weakneſs againſt all the oppoſition of Power, by abject and contemptible perſons, againſt the noiſe and renown of Wiſdom, by men under poverty and perſecution, againſt all the Flatteries of Imperial Tyrants; this Divine Religion, embraced with danger, boaſted of in ſufferings, and taught in Martyrdom; this Religion, I ſay, thus wonderfully propagated, muſt needs have had ſomething in the deſign of it, when it was but never [167] ſo little attended to, that is extreamly agreeable to the Nature of Man, and muſt be better adapted to make a Creature, compounded of Paſſions and Reaſon Happy, than either Power or Place, or Worldly Proſperity, or Fame, or Philoſophy, were before. But what could be ſo agreeable to the nature of a Creature compounded of the foreſaid Faculties, as that which reconciled thoſe Faculties which neither Fame nor Philoſophy, Riches nor Power could ever be found to do, or how could twelve poor wretched Fiſhermen, without education, without parts, comprehend what the worlds great Sages could never find out, or how could they conſent againſt apparent intereſt in making it known to the world, if they had not been inſtructed and compell'd to act by ſomething that was more than Human?

And thus we have ſhewn, How that the Deſign of all Religion muſt be to make men Happy, but that the True Religion muſt not only deſign it, but muſt effectually do it. And then we proceeded to ſhew, that the miſery of man conſiſting in the conflict which is maintain'd within him, his Happineſs [168] by conſequence muſt proceed from the Harmony which is in the Human Faculties; then we ſhew'd how that Harmony came to be broke, and how it was afterwards by the Chriſtian Religion reſtored.

But now, as the end of every Religion muſt be the happineſs of thoſe who embrace it, ſo the deſign of every Art muſt be the very ſame, as has been always acknowledged by all who have enquired into the Nature of Art in general, or into the deſigns of particular Arts. And as the true Religion muſt not only propound the Happineſs of its Profeſſors, but muſt really effect it, and as that alone is the true Religion, which makes the beſt proviſion for the happineſs of thoſe who profeſs it; ſo that muſt be the beſt and the nobleſt Art which brings the greateſt Felicity with it. But as the miſery of man proceeds from the diſcord and thoſe civil jars that are maintained within him, it follows that nothing can make him happy, but what can remove that diſcord, and reſtore the Harmony of the Human Faculties. So that that muſt be the beſt and the nobleſt Art, which makes the beſt Proviſion at the [169] ſame time for the ſatisfaction of all the Faculties, the Reaſon, the Paſſions, the Sences. But none of them provides in ſuch a Soveraign manner as Poetry, for the ſatisfaction of the whole man together. In ſome of them only Reaſon finds its account, as in Logick and Mathematicks. In ſome of them only Reaſon and Paſſion, as in the Ancient Eloquence, and that by no means in a Soveraign degree, for ſometimes the Paſſions oppreſs the Reaſon, and ſometimes Reaſon excludes the Paſſions. In others the Paſſions and the Sences are charm'd, while Reaſon finds little contentment in them. Thus Muſick by its Harmony raiſes the Paſſions, at the ſame time that it pleaſes the Ear, and Painting by its touches moves the affections, at the ſame time that it charms the Eye. But in a ſublime and accompliſh'd Poem, the Reaſon and Paſſions and Sences are pleas'd at the ſame time ſuperlatively. The Reaſon in the ſoundneſs and importance of the Moral, and the greatneſs and juſtneſs of an Harmonious deſign, whoſe parts ſo beautiful, when they are conſidered ſeparately, become tranſporting upon a view or the whole, while we are never weary of [170] contemplating their exact proportion and beautiful ſymetry, and their ſecret wonderful dependance, while they are all animated by the ſame Spirit in order to the ſame end. The reaſon further finds its account, in the exact perpetual of Servance of Decorums, and in beholding itſelf exalted by the exaltation of the Paſſions, and in ſeeing thoſe Paſſions in their fierceſt tranſports, confin'd to thoſe bounds, which that has ſeverely preſcrib'd them. That the Paſſions muſt find their account in Poetry, we have endeavour'd to prove in the former part of this Treatiſe, but we cannot forbear taking notice of this, that thoſe very Paſſions which plague and torment us in life, pleaſe us, nay, tranſport us in Poetry. That the noble ſenſes find their account in an accompliſh'd Poem, no one who has read one, can a moment doubt. Nor Corelli's Hand nor Syphace's voice, could ever to a judicious ear equal the Virgilian Harmony: Which has all the Maſtery, with all the Air, and all the Sweetneſs, with all the Force, that the moſt delicate Ear can require. Tho all his Numbers are always perfect, yet he never dwells upon any; and [171] they which are in themſelves ſo pleaſing, delight us the more, becauſe we are immediately forc'd to leave them for the perfection of ſome different Harmony. Nor is the Eye leſs ſatisfied than the Ear, For an Admirable Poet always Paints. and all his Pictures are always Beautiful: Let the real objects be never ſo odious, let them be never ſo dreadful, yet he is ſure to paint them Delightful. For, tho ſometimes a vigorous lively Imitation of Creatures that are in their natures noxious, may be capable of giving us Terror, yet Nature, by giving us a ſecret Intelligence that the object is not real, can turn even that Tormenting Paſſion to pleaſure.

Thus Poetry, by reſtoring the Harmony of the Human Faculties, provides for the Happineſs of Mankind, better than any other Human Invention whatever. And 'tis for this reaſon that it has always been ſo highly eſteem'd by the greateſt of men. They who have arriv'd at the being Maſters of the Univerſe, have afterwards entertain'd the Ambition of becoming Poets; and after they have acquir'd a great deal of Fame by making whole Nations miſerable, [172] have aſpir'd to the more charming glory of making mankind happy. 'Tis for this very reaſon, that this Delicious Art has had as many Confeſſors, if I may be allow'd to call them ſo, almoſt as Religion it ſelf. 'Tis for this very reaſon, that ſo many have been willing to renounce all worldly greatneſs for it, and pleaſure which attends on power, and have been contented to live poor and miſerable, pitied by the wiſe, and contemn'd by fools, perſecuted by fortune, and hated by one another.

For, no man leaves pleaſure but for greater pleaſure, and he who forſakes all the world for Poetry, muſt find a Happineſs in that, which all the world could not ſupply him with. Poetry ſeems to be a noble attempt of Nature, by which it endeavours to exalt it ſelf to its happy primitive ſtate; and he who is entertain'd with an accompliſh'd Poem, is for a time at leaſt reſtor'd to Paradice. That happy man converſes boldly with Immortal Beings. Tranſported he beholds the Gods aſcending and deſcending, and every Paſſion in its turn is charm'd, while that his Reaſon is ſupreamly ſatisfied. Perpetual Harmony attends his [173] Ear, his Eye perpetual Pleaſure. Ten thouſand different objects he ſurveys, and the moſt dreadful pleaſe him. Tygers and Lyons he beholds like the firſt Man with joy, becauſe like him he ſees them without danger. But nothing that is meerly Human can be on all ſides perfect. The Delight which Poetry gives is neither perpetual, nor are all men capable of it. Religion alone can provide man a pleaſure that is laſting, as it may be univerſal. Poetical fire neither always burns in us, nor can it always warm us, but Charity, like the ſacred flame that was the guardian of the Roman Empire, if 'tis with care maintain'd like that, becomes like that eternal.

But now ſince the deſign of Poetry, and the very method of proſecuting that deſign, as far as it can be humanly proſecuted, is the ſame with that of the True Religion, ſince the very thing that they both propoſe is to exalt the Reaſon by exalting the Paſſions, and ſo make Happy the whole Man by making Internal Diſcord ceaſe, I appeal to any one whether Poetry muſt not agree better with that Religion, whoſe Deſigns are the very ſame with it, than with Paganiſm [174] or Philoſophy or Deiſm, whoſe Deſigns have been ſhewn repugnant to it. In ſhort, when the Pagan Theology was brought nearer to the Chriſtian Religion, by the Philoſophy of Plato; as it was modelled by Virgil, it became the fitter for Poetry. For Virgil ſaw with an admirable judgment, not only that the Reaſon muſt find its account in Poetry, as well as the Paſſions and the Sences, but that the Reaſon of Mankind, in the time of Auguſtus Caeſar, when Moral Philoſophy got ground every day in the World, would not be ſatisfied at ſo eaſy a rate, as it was when Homer writ; or at leaſt that it would not long be ſatisfied at ſo eaſy a rate; which oblig'd him to model the Grecian Revelation by the Philoſophy of Plato, and that got Virgil the preheminence over Homer. For ſince the deſign of every Art is to make men happy, and that is the beſt and the nobleſt Art which makes the beſt proviſion for the happineſs of Mankind, and nothing can make man ſo happy as the reconciling him to himſelf, which can be no way ſo effectually done, as by making all the Faculties find [175] their ſatisfaction together, it follows that that muſt be the nobleſt Poetry, where the Reaſon, the Paſſions and Sences, are all of them pleas'd, and pleas'd in the higheſt degree together. And therefore tho we ſhould be obliged to grant what ſome will pretend with ſo much obſtinacy, and which I can never believe, that the Paſſions and the Sences find their account in Homer better than they do in Virgil, yet ſince they find their account too in Virgil, in a very great degree, and Reaſon at the ſame time is ſatisfied, whereas it is horribly ſhock'd in Homer by the extravagance of his Theology, it follows that Virgil for that Reaſon is certainly to be preferred to Homer; tho this is to be ſaid in the behalf of the latter, that he writ to the people of his own age, in which the Reaſon of Mankind was ſatisfy'd at an eaſier rate.

And therefore when I ſay that Virgil is to be preferr'd to Homer, I mean that he is ſo in regard to us, becauſe he is capable of giving us a greater pleaſure than Homer, but I do not pretend at the ſame time that Virgil is capable of giving us a greater pleaſure than Homer [176] gave his Contemporaries. As likewiſe when I affirm, that the Moderns, by joyning Poetry with the True Religion, will have the Advantage of the Ancients, I mean only in regard to us, to whom they will give a greater pleaſure than the Ancients can do, but not a greater than the Ancients gave their Contemporaries. In ſhort, if Virgil was forc'd to model his Grecian Revelation by Platoniſm, that he might pleaſe more effectually even in his time, when that Revelation as yet prevail'd; I think we may very well conclude that in our time we ought to fling it out of our Poetry, when it has been for ſo long time utterly exploded, and contemn'd by the very Boys. Thus the Grecian Religion and the Modern Poetry can agree but very indifferently, becauſe the Reaſon is ſhock'd by it. And if Reaſon is ſhock'd by the Religion which is joyn'd with the Poetry; by the Religion, I ſay, which gives the force to the Paſſions, as we have ſhewn above; I would fain know how the Paſſions can very well find their account. I know indeed very well, that a Poet, by the force of a ſtrong Imagination, may enter into the Grecian [177] Religion when he ſets himſelf to write, and tranſport himſelf to the Age and Scene of his Action; and conſequently may draw a great deal of advantage from the Religion of that Country, and of that Age, in order to the being mov'd; and if the Poet is extremely mov'd himſelf, why they who read him muſt be mov'd in ſome meaſure too; but whether the generality of Readers can be ſo very much mov'd, as if the Paſſions deriv'd their Force from a Religion that is more familiar to them, I have a great deal of reaſon to doubt: But if Reaſon cannot find its account in the Grecian Religion joyn'd with the Modern Poetry, much leſs would the Paſſions find their ſatisfaction in Deiſm or the Ancient Philoſophy. The Chriſtian Religion alone can ſupply a Poet with all that is Sublime and Majeſtick in Reaſon; all that is either ſoft or powerful, either engaging or Imperious in the Paſſions; and with all the objects that are moſt admirable to the ſences, and conſequently moſt delightful; as ſhall be ſhewn at large in the following Chapter.

CHAP. II.

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WE ſhew'd in the former part of this Treatiſe that the Ancients excell'd the Moderns in the greatneſs of Poetry, becauſe they incorporated Poetry with Religion; and we pretended to ſhew in this Second Part, That by joyning Poetry with the true Religion, the Moderns in the main will have the advantage of the Ancients. In order to the proving which, we ſhew'd in the firſt Chapter, that the deſign of the Chriſtian Religion was agreeable to that of Poetry; whereas the Deſigns of Paganiſm and Deiſm and Philoſophy were not agreeable to it. We ſhew'd that the true Deſign of Poetry, as well as of the Chriſtian Religion, was to pleaſe the Reaſon, the Paſſions and the Sences at the ſame time. For we ſhew'd in the former part of this Treatiſe, that Paſſion, whether ordinary or Enthuſiaſtick, is the principal thing in Poetry; and nothing is more certain than that the more [179] the Sences are ſtirr'd, and the more the Reaſon at the ſame time is ſatisfied, the more ſtrongly for the moſt part the Paſſions of Reaſonable creatures are mov'd.

Now in this Chapter we pretend to ſhew, that the true Divine Poetry has the advantage of the Pagan Poetry; that it ſatisfies the Reaſon more, at the ſame time that it raiſes a ſtronger Paſſion, and that it entertains the Sences, and eſpecially the Eye, more delightfully; and we pretend to give undeniable inſtances of it, both from Sacred Writ, and from one of the Fathers, and from one of our own Poets.

There is certainly to ſubject ſo great as the power of God, and both Homer and Virgil have handled it to admiration. The latter ſays of Jupiter, who preſided at the Council of the Gods, in the Tenth Book.

Tum pater omnipotens, rerum cui prima poteſtas,
Infit, eo dicente, deum domus alta ſileſcit,
Et tremefacta ſolo tellus; ſilet arduus aether:
Tum Zephyri poſuere: premit placida aequora pontus.

[180] And thus Mr Dryden has made it Engliſh.

Then thus to both, reply'd th' Imperial God,
Who ſhakes Heav'ns axels with his awful Nod:
When he begins, the ſilent Senate ſtand
With Reverence, liſt'ning to the dread Command;
The Clouds diſpell, the Winds their Breath reſtrain,
And the huſh'd Waves lie flatted on the Main.

But Virgil has handled this ſubject ſtill after a greater manner, in the firſt of the Georgicks. And that the Reader may have all the force of it ſet before his Eyes, we ſhall ſhow him how 'tis prepared, and begin a little before it

Saepe ego cum flavis meſſorem induceret arvis
Agricola, & fragili jam ſtringeret hordea culmo,
Omnia ventorum concurrere praelia vidi:
Quae gravidam late ſegetem ab radicibus imis
[181] Saepe etiam immenſum coelo venit agmen aquarum,
Et faedam glomerant tempeſtatem imbribus atris
Collectae ex alto nubes: ruit arduus aether,
Et pluvia ingenti ſata laeta, boumque labores
Diluit: implentur foſſae, & cava flumina creſeunt
Cum ſonitu fervetque fretis ſpirantibus aequor,
Ipſe pater, media nimborum in nocte coruſca
Fulmina molitur dextra: quo maxima motu
Terra tremit: fugere ferae; & mortalia corda
Per genteis humilis ſtravit pavor. Ille flagranti
Aut Atho, aut Rhodopen, aut alta Ceraunia telo
Dejicit, ingeminant Auſtri, & denſiſſimus imber.
Nunc memora ingenti vento, nunc litora plangunt.

And Mr Dryden has made it Engliſh after ſo noble a manner, that he has done all the Juſtice, that our Language would allow him, to the admirable original.

Oft have I ſeen a ſudden Storm ariſe,
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[182] The heavy Harveſt from the Root is torn,
And whirl'd aloft the lighter ſtubble born;
With ſuch a force, the flying Rack is driv'n,
And ſuch a Winter wears the face of Heav'n;
And oft whole Sheets deſcend of ſluicy Rain,
Suck'd by the ſpungyClouds from off the Main:
The lofty Skies at once come pow'ring down,
The promis'd Crop and Golden labours drown.
The Dykes are fill'd, and with a roaring ſound,
The riſing Rivers float the nether ground,
And Rocks the bellowing voice of Boiling Seas rebound.
The Father of the Gods his glory ſhrowds,
Involv'd in Tempeſts, and a night of Clouds,
And from the middle darkneſs flaſhing out,
By fits he deals his fiery Bolts about.
Earth feels the motions of her angry God,
Her Entrails tremble, and her Mountains nod,
And flying Beaſts in Foreſts ſeek abode.
Deep Horrour ſeizes every Human Breaſt,
Their pride is humbled, and their fear confeſt.
While he from high his rowling Thunder throws,
And fires the Mountains with repeated blows.
[183] The Rocks are from their old Foundations rent;
TheWinds redouble, and the Rains augment,
The Waves on heaps are daſh'd againſt the Shore,
And now the Woods, and now the Billows roar.

But now let us ſee how the Pſalmiſt has treated the ſame ſubject in the eighteenth Pſalm, and we ſhall find, that the greatneſs of Virgil is littleneſs compared to his.

verse 6 In my diſtreſs I called upon the Lord, and cryed unto my God: He heard my voice out of his Temple, and my cry came before him, even into his Ears.

verse 7 Then the Earth ſhook and trembled, the foundations of the Hills alſo moved and were ſhaken, becauſe he was wrath.

verse 8 There went up a ſmoak out of his Noſtrils, and fire out of his Mouth devoured, Coals were kindled by it.

verse 9 He bowed the Heavens alſo and came down, and darkneſs was under his Feet.

verse 10 And he rode upon a Cherub, and did fly; He came flying upon the Wings of the Winds.

[184] verse 11 He made darkneſs his ſecret place; His pavilion round about him were dark waters, and thick clouds of the skies.

verse 12 At the brightneſs that was before him his clouds removed hail-ſtones and coals of fire.

verse 13 The Lord alſo thundered in the Heavens, and the higheſt gave his voice, Hailſtones and Coals of Fire.

verse 14 Yea, he ſent forth his arrows and ſcattered them, and he ſhot out lightnings, and diſcomfited them.

verse 15 Then the channels of waters were ſeen, and the foundations of the world were diſcovered, at thy Rebuke, O Lord, at the blaſt of the breath of thy noſtrils.

Now, in the firſt place, Reaſon finds its account better here than it does in Virgil; for the more amazing effects that we ſee of Divine diſpleaſure, the more it anſwers our Idea of infinite wrath. But there is nothing that Virgil has ſaid upon this ſubject, but what is much ſtronger in the Pſalmiſt; and there are ſeveral things in the latter, which are by no means in Virgil. For example, how much ſtronger is the Hills alſo moved, and were ſhaken, becauſe he was wroth, than that of Virgil.

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Ille flagranti
Aut Atho aut Rhodopen, aut alta Ceraunia Telo
Dejicit.

Which only ſignifies the Thunders rending the tops of the Mountains; which any one may ſee is weak in compariſon of what David ſays, That the very Mountains ſeem'd to have a ſenſe of the Indignation of their Creator. Mr Dryden endeavour'd to add ſtrength to this paſſage of Virgil:

Earth feels the motions of its angry God,
Her Entrails tremble, and her Mountains nod.

But he too falls very much ſhort of the force of the Pſalmiſt; for he makes the Trembling of the Earth, and the Nodding of the Mountains, to be only the natural neceſſary effects of mechanical motion.

And that which ſatisfies the Reaſon the more here, raiſes the Paſſion more ſtrongly, and entertains the ſences the better, becauſe there are more, and [186] more amazing effects of the Divine pleaſure. For how great, how lofty, how terrible is that; He bowed the Heavens and came down, and darkneſs was under his feet? How much ſtronger than that of Virgil, Ipſe pater, &c. And how Poetical and how Dreadful is that. Then the Channels of the Waters were ſeen, and the foundations of the World were diſcovered; at thy Rebuke, O Lord, at the blaſt of the breath of thy noſtrils. How terribly is the Eye delighted here, which is a ſence that the Poet ought chiefly to entertain; becauſe it contributes more than any other to the exciting of ſtrong Paſſion? And here I deſire the Reader to conſider, that there is more Terror here, both ordinary and Enthuſiaſtick, and conſequently more ſpirit in a faint Copy, nay, a Proſaick Copy, tranſlated in the Imperfection of our Tongue, and by men who in all likelihood had no manner of notion of Poetry, than there is in Virgil's original. What force and what infinite Spirit muſt there not have been in the original Hebrew? Since theſe are thoughts that are ſo truly great, and ſo truly lofty, that they carry with them ſpirit and force and fire, through [187] whatever head they paſs, and whatever language; how admirable and inimitable muſt they not have been, in the hands of that Divine Poet, who knew how to ſhew them to the utmoſt advantage. The Character of Buchanan is by no means Elevation, but yet he is ſo exalted in this deſcription, that he ſoars above Virgil, who is by nature lofty.

Ille ſuper ſolio reſidens flammantis Olympi
Audiit orantem, poſtquam pervenit in altum
Clamor, & attentas advertit queſtibus aures.
Protinus e vultu Domini conterrita Tellus
Intremuit, monteſque caua compage ſoluti.
Nutarunt, penituſ (que) imis fremuere Cavernis,
Fumeus afflatu de naribus aeſtus anhelo
Undabat: Rapidae contorto vertice flammae
Ore ſluunt, viva (que) animant attacta fovilla.
Ut (que) ſuum Dominum Terrae Demittat in orbem
Leniter inclinat juſtum faſtigia Coelum:
Succedunt pedibus fuſcae Caliginis umbrae:
Ille vehens curru volucri, cui flammeus ales
Lora tenens, levibus ventorum ad Remigat alis
Se circum furvo nebularum involuit amictu,
Praetendit (que) cavas piceis in nubibus und [...]
Acribus ex oculis vibratae ſpicula, flamm [...]
[188] Diſcutiunt triſtes claro fulgore tenebras.
Inde ruit crepitans lapidoſae grandinis Imber,
Diſcurſant (que) vagae ſinnoſa volumina flammae.
At vero ut ſancto ſermone ſilentia rupit,
Protinus Horrifico tonitru coelum omne Remugit:
Grandinis, & crebrà tellus crepitante procella
Pulſa ſonat, Ruptiſ (que) micant e nubibus ignes.
Flamiferae (que) volant magnum per inane ſagittae.
Fulguraque Ingeminant; Laticum concuſſa Lacunas
Pandit Hians tellus, & fontibus ora relaxat.
Succutiturque paueus, & fundamenta Revelat
Et Reſcrat Chaos. Aeterni ſic vox tonat oris,
Sic formidandae grave ſpiritus Infremit Irae.

Now how much ſtronger and more Poetical is,

Protinus e vultu Domini conterita Tellus
Intremuit,

Than that of Virgil,

Quo maxima motu
Terra tremit.

[189] And how much weaker is,

Ille flagranti
Aut Atho aut Rhodopen aut alta Ceraunia telo
Dejicit.
Earth feels the motions of her angry God,
Her Entrails tremble, and her Mountains nod.

How much weaker is this, I ſay, than

Monteſ (que) cava compage ſoluti
Nutarunt, penituſ (que) imis fremuere cavernis.

Where Buchanan ſhews the Mountains not only disjoynted with the terrible fright, and ſhaken from their very foundations; but every one of them roaring with Infernal Thunder, like Mongivell or Veſuvius. Beſides that, in this paſſage of the Pſalmiſt every thing is great and every thing is ſuſtain'd, whereas in that of the firſt Georgick even the great Virgil forgets himſelf.

Quo maxima motu
Terra tremit, fugere ferae.
[190]
Earth feels the motions of her angry God,
Her Entrails tremble, and her Mountains nod,
And flying Beaſts in Foreſts ſeek abode.

How poorly does the laſt Verſe of the Triplet anſwer to the greatneſs of the other two?

But now if any one pretends here, that Virgil is deſcribing only a common Storm, whereas David is deſcribing the extraordinary indignation of God; to him I anſwer, that Virgil, to heighten that common Storm, ſhews it to be the effect of Divine wrath, and Divine wrath muſt at all times be Infinite. But to ſhow the Invalidity of ſuch an objection, I deſire any one to produce any thing from theGrecian and Roman Poets, upon the ſame ſubject, that is any ways comparable to this paſſage of the Pſalmiſt. For, as our Religion gives us more exalted notions of the power of an Infinite Being, than the Heathen Religion did to the Grecian and Roman Poets; it conſequently produces a ſtronger ſpirit in Poetry, when it is manag'd by thoſe who have Souls that are capable of expreſſing it.

[191] I could produce a hundred paſſages more out of Sacred Writ, which are infinitely ſuperiour to any thing that can be brought upon the ſame ſubject from the Grecian and Roman Poets.

And the only reaſon why I refuſe to do it, is becauſe it may be pretended, that the Writers in Sacred Writ had the peculiar advantage of Divine Inſpiration, and that no conſequence can be drawn from them in the behalf of the Moderns, who pretend not to the ſame advantage. And therefore I ſhall produce ſome inſtances of the preheminence of the Chriſtian over the Pagan Poets; whoſe Authors cannot be pretended to have been Divinely aſſiſted, in a more peculiar manner, than any of the Moderns may be. The firſt inſtance that I ſhall bring, ſhall be from the Hymn of St Ambroſe, a Father of the Church, who lived in the third Century; a Hymn more exalted than either Orphens or Homer or Callimachus ever produced. I have given the former part of it a dreſs of my own; thro the which, tho perhaps it may appear diſguis'd to the Reader, yet even thro that diſguiſe, he may diſcern a Greatneſs, and a [192] Beauty, that are not every where to be found.

Te Deum, &c. We praiſe thee O God.
1.
A Long adieu to mortal lays,
Our voice t' immortal heights we raiſe,
And ſing the great Creators praiſe.
Thy praiſe, O God, thy boundleſs praiſe,
In more than Human ſounds we ſing,
O for an Angels Tow'ring wing!
O! Rather for thy Spirit to ſuſtain
Each matchleſs ſtrain!
That it may reach eternal heights,
And in its lofty daring flights,
The Heav'n of Heav'ns may ſcale!
Raiſe all your voices, ſtrike your ſtrings,
'Tis God, 'tis God we ſing,
Sound all, and cry with one accord,
Hail thou ſupream of things!
The worlds great Author Hail?
Hail infinite eternal King!
Thee God above all heights ador'd,
We all confeſs, and all obey.
Proſtrate and low and trembling all,
Before thy dreadful Majeſty we fall,
Acknowledging thy boundleſs ſway.
[193]2.
Such Homage to their Eaſtern Kings
The Indian and the Perſian brings:
But Eaſtern Kings alas to thee
Vain Fantomes are of Royalty;
That with a falſe deluſive pow'r
Appear and vaniſh in an hour:
For thee what Homage ſhall we find,
Infinite Independant Mind?
What Homage worthy of the God,
That can unmake us with a nod?
Look from thy awful Throne on High,
And with thy Omnipreſent Eye
Into our Souls receſſes pry;
There ſee a Homage worthy thee,
Worthy eternal Majeſty:
See profound Humility!
See Souls entirely mortify'd!
Down ſenſeleſs vanity and pride!
Vile as thou art, vain man appear,
Behold Omnipotence is here.
When He, who only is, when He
Appears, what Worms, what Mites are we?
Nay, we are not, we only ſeem,
We're ſcarce a Shadow, ſcarce a Dream.
A ſenſeleſs Dream of what is not,
That paſſes, and is ſtrait forgot.
[194] Thou only art, for what thou art
Thou always wilt be, always wert.
For thou art permanent and fix'd,
Uncreated and unmix'd:
The Radiant Heavens and Rowling Earth,
Owe to thee their wondrous Birth;
Thou of ten thouſand Worlds art Lord,
And art by ev'ry World ador'd.
They all confeſs thy pow'r divine,
For thee they move, for thee they ſhine,
And ev'ry World's for ever thine.
3. All the Earth doth worſhip thee, the Father everlaſting.
And this great Planet Earth, which rowls
Inceſſantly around its Poles;
And till the end of Time muſt run
Its Gyant Race about the Sun;
And moving round the Lamp of Day,
O'retake the Seaſons in its way;
While ſlanting in its oblique flight,
It ſhortens or prolongs the night;
Thee, Motion's fountain, and its ſource,
[...] worſhips in its endleſs courſe;
Thee, while it turns about the Sphere,
Accompliſhing the mighty year;
Its great Creator thee it ſerves,
And thy eternal Laws obſerves.
[195] Creatures, to whom great Mother Earth,
Fermented by thy Flame gave birth;
All that on Lybian Mountains roar,
Or flounder on the Indian ſhore;
All that in Airy Caravans on high,
Intelligent of ſeaſons fly
Thro the vaſt Deſarts of th' Aerial Sky;
All to their Maker Adoration pay,
All conſtantly thy ſeveral Laws obey,
Which their diſtinguiſh'd Tribes, and different Nations ſway.
Their Seaſons pre-ordain'd by thee they know,
At thy command they come, at thy command they go.
4.
None but, Irregular man, thy Rightful ſway,
Impious, Irregular man dares diſobey;
Yet Impious man too thee adores;
Thee from Cathaian to Peruvian ſhores,
With nameleſs rites, unnumber'd Tongues, he ev'ry hour implores.
Before thy Feet Earths numerous Kingdoms all,
Before thy Feet a Thouſand Monarchs fall,
And thee their Everlaſting Father call.
[196] And thus they cry, thy potent Breath
Our great Forefather call'd from more than Death.
When thou ſaidſt let him be, the ſound
Drew him wondring from the ground;
To Thee Low the Worlds great Rulers bow,
Thou art our God, our mighty Maker Thou,
Thou formſt us at the firſt, and thou ſuſtainſt us now.
5. To thee all Angels cry aloud.
Now let us Earth and Earthly things diſdain,
Now let us ſing a loftier ſtrain;
Now let our Souls to Heav'n repair,
Direct their moſt aſpiring flight
To fields of uncreated light,
And dare to draw Empyreal Air.
'Tis done, oh place divinely bright!
Oh Sons of God, divinely fair!
Oh Sight! unutterable Sight!
Oh unconceivable Delight!
Oh Joy, which only Gods can bear!
Hark! How their bliſsful Notes they raiſe,
And ſing the Eternal Makers Praiſe!
How in extatick Song they cry,
[197] Lo we the glorious Sons of Light
So great, ſo beautiful, ſo bright!
Lo we, the brighteſt of created things,
Who are all Flame, all Force, all Spirit, and all Eye;
Are yet but vile and nothing in thy ſight.
Before thy Feet, O Mighty King of Kings!
O Maker of the boundleſs all!
Thus lowly Reverent we fall.
Thou knowſt how many of us fell,
To loweſt Shame, and loweſt Hell.
But thou art Holy, thou O Lord,
Art only fit to be implor'd,
Of Sacred Sabbath God ador'd!
And thus they paſs Eternity.
To thee all Angels in the Sky,
And all Archangels loudly cry;
The mighty Cherubim,
Anſwer the ſtaming Seraphim.
Holy continually they cry!
O Holy, Holy, Holy Lord,
Of Sacred Sabboth God ador'd!
From them Dominions catch the bliſsful So [...]
And [...] the glorious Fugue prolong,
Holy continually they cry!
[198] Th' Harmonious Thunder rowls adown the Skies,
And to the Golden Orbs it flies.
The vaſt Intelligences all on fire,
With flaming Zeal compleat th' Immortal Quire,
To ſing thee, Great Creator, all conſpire,
All Ranks divinely touch the living Lyre.
O Holy, Holy, Holy Lord,
Of Sacred Sabboth God ador'd!
Holy th' Empyreal Spirits cry.
Holy the Regents of the Orbs reply!
To the great ſtrain they tune their Sphears,
And raviſh ev'n Immortal Ears.
And all th' Harmonious worlds on high
Accompany the Song Divine,
And in th' eternal Chorus joyn.
6.
Thus, thee, they always worſhip all,
Thee, God of Sacred Sabboth call,
For thou haſt been of Holy-reſt,
The Angels ſpeak.
From vaſt Eternity poſſeſt,
When all in you created maſs,
Does but appear, and move and paſs.
[199] All moves, all fluctuates without end,
But Spirits that on thine depend.
Yon glorious Worlds that floating lye
In the profound Abyſs of Sky,
In Matters ſtormy Gulphs are toſt,
Till in a flaming wrack they're loſt.
We that ſo far with Angels ken, can trace
Thy Godlike works along the boundleſs ſpace,
See nought from endleſs Agitation free,
But Thee, the great, th' eternal mover, Thee.
Ev'n we are mov'd, ev'n we are toſt,
In Bliſsful Rapture almoſt loſt,
Ev'n we ſometimes almoſt complain
Of Tranſports that are near to pain,
Which without Thee we never could ſuſtain.
Thou movſt us all, yet ever bleſt,
Alone enjoyſt perpetual reſt.
Thy great all-ſeeing eyes ne're ſleep,
And yet for everlaſting Days,
They Sabboth, ſacred Sabboth keep,
The wondrous ſubject of our praiſe.
But who, tho mounted on an Angels wing,
Can ever hope to raiſe his flight
To ſuch a Towring, ſuch a Godlike Height,
As Thee with equal Song to ſing.
Thee, God over all Worlds ſupream;
Who muſt not flag beneath th' Almighty Theme?
[200] Where-e're at utmoſt ſtretch we caſt our eyes,
Thro the vaſt, frightful ſpaces of the Skies,
Ev'n there we find thy glory, there we gaze
On thy bright Majeſty's unbounded Blaze,
Ten thouſand Suns, prodigious Globes of Light,
At once in Broad Dimenſions ſtrike our ſight.
Millions behind, in the Remoter Skyes,
Appear but Spangles to our wearied Eyes;
And when our wearied Eyes want further ſtrength,
To pierce the voids immeaſurable length,
Our vigorous Towring Thoughts ſtill further fly,
And ſtill remoter flaming Worlds deſcry,
But ev'n an Angels comprehenſive thought
Cannot extend ſo far as thou haſt wrought.
Our vaſt Conceptions are, by ſwelling, brought,
Swallow'd and loſt in Infinite, to nought.

The next Inſtance is from Milton, who in the ſeventh Book of the Paradice loſt, has handled the ſubject of the Creation better than either Ovid or Virgil himſelf has done. Tho he is certainly above Ovid by the force of his own genius, as much as by the advantage of his Religion; but 'tis by the latter only that he excels Virgil, than [201] whom I do not believe that any man can have a greater Genius. When I ſay that Milton excels Virgil, I mean that he does ſo ſometimes both in his Thought and in his Spirit, purely by the advantage of his Religion. But at the ſame time I am very far from thinking that he ſo much as equals him either in the continual harmony of his Verſification; or the conſtant of Beauty of his expreſſion, or his perpetual exaltation. He writ in a Language that was not capable of ſo much Beauty, or ſo much Harmony; and his Inequality proceeded from his want of Art to manage his ſubject, and make it conſtanly great. For it would be an eaſie matter to prove that none of the Moderns underſtood the Art of Heroick Poetry, who writ before Boſſu took pains to unravel the Myſtery. But nothing can make more for my ſubject than to ſhow that Milton, who lay under theſe vaſt diſadvantages, very often excell'd, even the Prince of the Roman Poets, both in the greatneſs of of his Thought and his Spirit.

But firſt let us ſee how he ſurpaſſes Ovid, in his deſcription of Chaos, and the Creation of the World from [202] Chaos. And in order to that let us ſee the account that the Roman gives of it in the beginning of his Metamorphoſis.

Ante mare & terras & quod tegit omnia coelum
Unus erat toto Naturae vultus in orbe
Quem dixere chaos, rudis Indiſta (que) mole,
Nec quicquam niſi pondus iners congeſtaque eodem
Non bene Junctarum Diſcordia ſemina rerum.
Nullus adhuc Mundo praebebat Lumina Titan,
Nec novo creſcendo reparabat Cornua Phaebe.
Nec circumfuſo pendebat in aere Tellus.
Ponderibus librata ſuis: nec Brachia longo
Margine Terrarum porrexerat Amphitrite
Quaque erat & tellus, illac & pontus & aer.
Sic erit inſtabilis tellus innabilis unda
Lucis egens aer. Nulli ſua forma Manebat.
Obſtabat (que) aliis aliud, quia corpore in uno
Frigida pugnabant calidis, Humentia ſiccis
Mollia cum duris, ſine pondere habentia pondus.

And thus Mr Dryden has tranſlated it in the beginning of the third Miſcellany.

[203]
Before the Seas, and this Terreſtial Ball,
And Heav'ns high Canopy, which covers all,
One was the Face of Nature, if a Face,
Rather a Rude and Indigeſted Maſs:
A lifeleſs Lump, unfaſhion'd and unfram'd,
Of jarring Seeds, and juſtly Chaos nam'd.
No Sun was lighted up the World to view,
No Moon did yet her blunted Horns renew,
Nor yet was Earth ſuſpended in the Sky,
Nor Pois'd, did on her own Foundations lye;
Nor Seas about the Shoar their Arms had thrown,
But Earth and Air and Water were in one.
Thus Air was void of Light, and Earth unſtable,
And Waters dark Abyſs unnavigable.
No certain form on any was impreſt,
All were confus'd, and each diſturb'd the reſt
For hot and cold were in one Body fixt,
And ſoft with hard, and light with heavy mixt.

Let us examine Milton's deſcription of Chaos in the ſecond Book of Paradice Loſt, where he ſhews Satan and Sin and Death, taking a ſurvey of it from Hells Gate.

[204]
Before their eyes in ſudde [...] view appear
The ſecrets of the hoary deep, a dark
Illimitable Ocean without bound,
Without dimenſion, where length, breadth, and heighth,
And time and place are loſt, where eldeſt Night
And Chaos, Anceſtors of Nature, hold
Eternal Anarchy, amidſt the noiſe
Of endleſs Wars, and by confuſion ſtand.
For hot, cold, moiſt and dry, four Champions fierce,
Strive here for Maſtery, and to Battel bring
Their Embryon Atoms, they around the Flag,
Of each his faction in their ſeveral Clans,
Light arm'd or heavy, ſharp, ſmooth, ſwift or ſlow,
Swarm populous, unnumber'd as the Sands
Of Barca or Cyrenes Torrid Soil
Levied to ſide with warring winds, and poiſe
Their lighter wings. To whom thoſe moſt adhere.
He rules a moment, Chaos Umpire ſits,
And by Deciſion more embroils the prey,
By which he Reigns.

[205] Now I leave it to any Reader to judge, who has never ſo little diſcernment in theſe affairs, which of theſe Deſcriptions is moſt fine, moſt figurative and moſt Poetical. But now let us ſee how Ovid begins his account of the Creation.

Hanc Deus & melior litem natura diremit
Nam coelo terras, & terris abſcidit undas,
Et liquidum ſpiſſo ſecrevit ab aere coelum
Quae poſtquam evolvit caeco (que) exemit acervo
Diſſociata Locis concordi pace ligavit.
Ignea convexi vis et ſine pondere Coeli
Emicuit ſumma (que) locum ſibi legit in arce
Proximus eſt aer illi Levitate loco (que)
Denſior his Tellus elementa (que) grandiatraxit
Et preſſa eſt gravitate ſui circum fluus Humour
Ultima poſſedit ſolidum (que) coercrit orbem.

And thus Mr Dryden has made it Engliſh.

But God or Nature while they thus contend,
To theſe Inteſtine Diſcords put an end:
Then Earth from Air, and Seas from Earth were driv'n,
And groſſer Air ſunk from Aetherial Heav'n.
[206] Thus diſembroil'd, they take their properplace,
The next of Kin contiguouſly embrace,
And Foes are ſunder'd by a larger ſpace.
The force of Fire aſcended firſt on high,
And took its dwelling in the vaulted Sky.
Then Air ſucceeds, in lightneſs next to Fire.
Whoſe Atoms from unactive Earth retire.
Earth ſinks beneath, and draws a numerous throng
Of pondrous, thick, unweildy Seeds along.
About her Coaſts unruly Waters roar,
And riſing on a Ridge inſult the ſhoar.

But how poor is this beginning compar'd to the pompous preparative with which Milton uſhers in his account of the ſame thing, in the ſeventh of his Paradice loſt.

Heav'n open'd wide
Her ever during Gates, harmonious ſound
On Golden Hinges moving, to let forth
The King of Glory in his pow'rful word,
And Spirit coming to create new Worlds.
On Heav'nly ground they ſtood, and from the ſhore
They view'd the vaſt immeaſurable Abyſs,
Outrageous as a Sea, dark, waſteful, wild,
[207] Up from the bottom turn'd by furious winds
And ſurging waves, as Mountains to aſſault
Heav'ns heighth, and with the Center mix the Pole.
Silence, ye troubl'd Waves, and thou deep Peace.
Said then th' Omnifick World, your diſcord end,
Nor ſtaid but on the Wings of Cherubim,
Up lifted in paternal Glory rode,
Far into Chaos, and the world unborn.
For Chaos heard his voice: him all his train,
Follow'd in bright proceſſion to behold
Creation and the wonders of his might.

And 'tis plain, that Milton owes this Greatneſs and this Elevation to the Excellence of his Religion. How mean is

Ignea convexi vis & ſine pondere caeli
Emicuit, ſumma (que) locum ſiti legit in arce.

To Milton's deſcription of the firſt great Fial.

Let there be Light, ſaid God, and forthwith Light
Ethereal, firſt of things, quinteſſence pure,
[208] Sprung from the Deep, and from her Native Eaſt,
To journey thro the airy gloom began.
Sphear'd in a Radiant Cloud.

How low is the formation of Earth and Sea in Ovid, compar'd to Milton's.

Principio Terram ne non aequalis ab omni
Parteforet, magni ſpeciam glomeravit in orbis
Tum freta diffudit, rapidiſ (que) tumeſecre, ventis
Juſſit, et ambitae circumdare littora terrae.
Juſſit & extendi campos, ſubſidere valles
Fronde tegi ſylvas Lapidoſos ſurgere montes.
Thus when the God, whatever God was he,
Had form'd the whole, and made the parts agree,
That no unequal portions might be found,
He moulded Earth into a ſpacious round:
Then with aBreath he gave theWinds to blow,
And bad the congregated Waters flow.
He ſhades the Woods, the Valleys he reſtrains
With Rocky Mountains, and extends the Plains.

[209] Let us now ſee Milton's account of this.

The Earth was form'd but in the womb as yet
Of Waters, Embryon immature, involv'd,
Appear'd not, over all the face of Earth
Main Ocean flow'd, not idle, but with war [...]
Prolifick Humour ſoftening all her globe,
Fermented the great Mother to conceive,
Satiate with moiſture, when God ſaid,
Be gather'd now ye Waters under Heav'n
Into one place, and let dry Land appear,
Immediately the Mountains huge appear
Emergent, and their broad bare backs up heave
Into the Clouds, their tops aſcend the Sky.

What an Image is here? and taken apparently from ourReligion, which teaches us the moſt exalted notions of God, and the immediate obedience of the Creatures to their Creator. But Milton goes on, and at the ſame time ſets before us another wonderful ſight.

So high as Heav'n the Tumid Hills, ſloow
Down ſunk a hollow bottom broad and deep,
Capacious Bed of Waters.

[210] But Milton goes on.

And God ſaid let the Earth
Put forth the verdant Graſs, Herb yielding Seed,
And Fruit-tree yeilding Fruit, after her kind.

Theſe three Verſes are cold and flat, and inharmonious, for there can be no true Harmony in Numbers without Paſſion; but let us ſee whether the Verſes that follow will make amends for them.

He ſcarce had ſaid, when the bare Earth till then
Deſart and bare, unſightly, unadorn'd,
Brought fourth the tender Graſs, whoſe verdure clad
Her univerſal face with pleaſant green.
Then Herbs of ev'ry Leaf that ſudden flowr'd,
Opening their various colours, and made gay
Her boſom ſmelling ſweet, and theſe ſcarce blown;
Forth flouriſh'd thick, the cluſtring Vine [...] forth crept
The ſmelling Gourd, up ſtood the Cornie Reed
Embattell'd in her field; and th' humble Shrub,
[211] And Buſh with frizled Hair Implicit, laſt
Roſe as in Dance the ſtately Trees.

What an Image is here again, with which none but our own Religion could have poſſibly ſupply'd him!

Let us now examine Virgil's account of the beginning of the World in the ſixth Eclogue, and ſee if we can meet with any thing that may be compar'd to theſe thoughts of Milton, which at the ſame time that they are wonderful are ſimple, and are naturally produc'd by the ſubject.

Nam (que) canebat uti magnum per inane coact a
Semina Terrarum (que) animae (que) mariſ (que) fuiſſent
Et liquidi ſimul ignis, ut (que) his exordia primis
Omnia, & ipſe tener mundi concr everit orbis.
Tum Durare ſolum & Diſcl udera Nerca ponto
Caeperit, & rerum paulatim ſumere formas,
Jam (que) novum ut ſtupeant Terrae luceſcere ſolem
Altius at (que) cadant ſubmotis nubibus Imbres,
Incipiant Sylvae cum primum ſurgere, cum (que)
Rara per ignotos errant animalia Montes.

[212] Which by Mr Dryden is thus tranſlated.

He ſung the ſecret ſeeds of Nature's frame,
How Seas, and Earth, and Air, and active Flame,
Fell thro the mighty void, and in their fall
Were blindly gather'd in this goodly Ball.
The tender ſoil then ſtiffning by degrees,
Shut from the bounded Earth the bounding Seas.
Then Earth and Ocean various forms diſcloſe,
And a new Sun to the new World aroſe.
And Miſts condens'd to Clouds obſcure the Sky,
And Clouds diſſolv'd the thirſty ground ſupply.
The riſing Trees the lofty Mountains grace,
The lofty Mountains feed the ſavage Race,
But few and Strangers in th' unpeopled place.

And now any one may ſee how much Virgil's God is Inferiour to Milton's Angel. 'Tis true, I know very well that it may be urg'd in Virgil's behalf that he does not pretend to ſet down Silenus his Song, but only the principal heads of it; whereas Milton makes the Angel Raphael give an account at large of the [213] Creation. I know this very well I ſay, but I am ſatisfied at the ſame time, that Virgil making Silenus proceed upon the Epicurean Hypotheſis, if he had given never ſo full and artful an account of the Creation, could never poſſibly have equall'd Milton; for that Hypotheſis runs directly counter to thoſe lofty Thoughts, and thoſe noble Images, which Milton has ſhown in ſuch wondrous motion. For theſe Verſes,

Tum Durare ſolum, & Diſcludere Nerca ponte
Caeperit, & rerum paulatim ſumere formas.

And this:

Rara per ignotos errent animalia montes,

Are directly contradictory of thoſe noble Images, which we find in the following account of Milton.

The ſixth, and of Creation laſt, aroſe,
With ev'ning Harps and Mattin, when God ſaid,
Let th' Earth bring forth Fruit living in her kind,
[214] Cattel and creeping things, and Beaſt of the Earth,
Each in their kind.

Here are four flat unmuſical Verſes again; but thoſe which follow will more than make amends for them.

The Earth obey'd, and ſtrait
Op'ning her fertile womb, teem'd at a Birth
Innumerous living Creatures, perfect forms,
Limb'd and full grown: out of the ground up roſe
As from his Laire the Wild Beaſt, where he wonns
In Foreſt wild, in Thicket, Brake or Den.
Among the Trees in pairs they roſe, they walk'd,
The Cattel in the Fields and Meadows green;
Thoſe rare and ſolitary, theſe in flocks,
Paſturing at once, and in broad Herds up ſprung.
The Graſſy clods now calv'd, now half appear'd.
The Tawny Lyon, pawing to get free
His hinder parts, then ſprings as broke from bonds,
And Rampant ſhakes his brinded mane the Ounce,
[215] The Libbard and the Tyger, as the Moale,
Riſing, the crumbling Earth about them threw
In hillocks; the ſwift Stag from under ground
Bore up his branching head; ſcarce from his mold
Behemoth, biggeſt born of Earth, up heav'd
It is vaſtneſs.

What a number of admirable Images are here crowding upon one another? So natural and peculiar to the ſubject, that they would have been as abſurd and extravagant in any other, as they are wonderfully juſt in this. And yet even in this ſubject nothing could have ſupply'd a Poet with them, but ſo Divine a Religion. So that at the ſame time that the eye is raviſhingly entertain'd, Admiration is rais'd to a height, and the Reaſon is ſupremely ſatisfied. For are not theſe effects that are worthy of an infinite Cauſe? Can any thing be more ſurprizingly ſtrong than this energetick Image?

Now half appear'd
The Tawny Lyon, pawing to get free
His hinder parts, then ſprings as broke from bonds,
And Rampant ſhakes his brinded Mane.

Is not the following one great and wonderful?

[216]
The Ounce,
The Libbard and the Tyger, as the Moale,
Riſing, the Crumbling Earth about them threw
In Hillocks.

And how admirable is the next.

The ſwift Stag from under ground
Bore up his branching head.

He began to riſe even before he was finiſh'd, and his Horns were finiſh'd in riſing.

I thought to have proceeded, and to have compar'd the Councils and Fights of Virgil and Milton; and above all, their Deſcription of Hell and its Torments; in which both thoſe great Poets ſeem to have exerted all their ſtrength. But I am afraid I have already run into length, and there is matter remaining for an entire volume.

And thus I have endeavour'd to ſhow in the former part of this Book, that the principal reaſon why the Ancient Poets excell'd the Moderns in the greatneſs of Poetry, was becauſe they incorporated Poetry with Religion; and in the Second Part, That the Moderns, by joyning the Chriſtian Religion with Poetry will have the advantage of the Ancients; that is, that they will have the aſſiſtance of a Religion that is more agreeable to the deſign of Poetry than the Grecian Religion.

The End.
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