64 THE POEMS or ANNE �Then when at first (with unexperienced view) 80 �On those stupenduous Works, they (lesse assisted) gaz'd With Him, who rested not alone In Arts, that (more then did the fabl'd fire) Give Painting breath, and do with life inspire The new created Kock, the Man of pollish'd Stone ; But justly weigh' d (in his capacious mind) Through ev'ry Age, her past, and present state, What rais'd those Arts, what made Rome once so great, And by what failing steps, now ruin'd, and declin'd; All useful knowledge, thence he brought, 90 �And 'gainst their dull, mistaken maxims, taught (Let the constrain'd, severe Italian see) A man dessign'd for Wisdom's last degree Might wear an open face, with a behaviour free. �5 �The soften'd Courtier, might in him discern (What to himself, 't'had cost much pains to learn, And was att last, but with dissembling worn) A pleasing, and a sweet Adresse, Beyond what Affectation, can expresse, Good breeding lesse acquir'd, then with his temper born. So was he vers'd, in that allusive Art 101 �Which dying Israel, did the first impart, (When he the Royal Lyon did bestow On Him, from whom all sovereign Rule shou'd flow, Rightly dispos'd the Wolf, and loosen' d Hind, And Blazon'd every coat, he to each Tribe assign' d.) That unto Him, all Families were known; Their distant branches, and their wide extent, Their Ancient rise, or more renown'd descent; Modestly Silent, only of his own, 110 �But Silence, cou'd not that Extraction wrong, Which all besides confess'd, which Kent has born so long. ��� �
