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Then Homer's and Tyrtæus martial Muse,
Waken'd the World, and sounded loud Alarms.
To Verse we owe the Sacred Oracles,
And our best Precepts of Morality;
Some have by Verse obtain'd the love of Kings,
(Who, with the Muses, ease their wearied minds)
Then blush not Noble Piso to protect,
What Gods inspire, and Kings delight to hear.
Some think that Poets may be form'd by Art,
Others maintain, that Nature makes them so;
I neither see what Art without a vein,
Nor wit without the help of art can do,
But mutually they need each others aid.
He that intends to gain th' Olympick Prize,
Must use himself to hunger heat, and cold,
Take leave of Wine, and the soft joys of Love;
And no Musician dares pretend to skill,
Without a great Expence of time and pains;
Waken'd the World, and sounded loud Alarms.
To Verse we owe the Sacred Oracles,
And our best Precepts of Morality;
Some have by Verse obtain'd the love of Kings,
(Who, with the Muses, ease their wearied minds)
Then blush not Noble Piso to protect,
What Gods inspire, and Kings delight to hear.
Some think that Poets may be form'd by Art,
Others maintain, that Nature makes them so;
I neither see what Art without a vein,
Nor wit without the help of art can do,
But mutually they need each others aid.
He that intends to gain th' Olympick Prize,
Must use himself to hunger heat, and cold,
Take leave of Wine, and the soft joys of Love;
And no Musician dares pretend to skill,
Without a great Expence of time and pains;
But
