Thus, while grey evening lull'd the wind, and call'd Fresh odours from the shrubb'ry at my side, "Couldst thou in truth? and art thou taught at length "This wisdom, and but this, from all the past? "Is not the pardon of thy long arrear, "Time wasted, violated laws, abuse "Of talents, judgments, mercies, better far “Than opportunity vouchsaf'd to err "With less excuse, and haply, worse effect?" I heard, and acquiesc'd: then to and fro Knows he his origin? can he ascend Deep myst'ries both! which schoolmen must have toil'd To unriddle, and have left them mysť'ries still. It is an evil incident to man, And of the worst, that unexplor'd he leaves To search forbidden deeps, where myst❜ry lies THE JUDGMENT OF THE POETS. [MAY 1791.] Two nymphs, both nearly of an age, The worth of each had been complete, Had both alike been mild: But one, although her smile was sweet, Frown'd oft'ner than she smiled. And in her humour, when she frown'd, Would raise her voice and roar, And shake with fury to the ground The garland that she wore. The other was of gentler cast, From all such frenzy clear, Her frowns were seldom known to last, To poets of renown in song The nymphs referr'd the cause, Who, strange to tell, all judged it wrong, And gave misplaced applause. They gentle call'd, and kind and soft, And though she changed her mood so oft, No judges, sure, were e'er so mad, Or so resolv'd to err In short, the charms her sister had They lavish'd all on her. Then thus the God whom fondly they Their great Inspirer call, Was heard, one genial summer's day, To reprimand them all. "Since thus ye have combined," he said, 66 66 My fav'rite nymph to slight, Adorning May, that peevish maid, "With June's undoubted right, "The Minx shall, for your folly's sake, "Still prove herself a shrew, "Shall make your scribbling fingers ache, "And pinch your noses blue." |