Some Lines his most Admirers scarce would please, 700 Nor B——­’s Verse alone could raise Disease.[7] For smooth and well turn’d Lines we T——­ admire, Who has in Justness what he wants in Fire:  Each Rhime, each Syllable well-weigh’d and fair, His Life and Manners scarce more regular.  With Strength and Flame prodigious D——­s writes Of Loves lost Wars, and cruel martial Fights:  Scarce LEE himself strove with a mightier Load, Or labour’d more beneath th’ Incumbent God:  Whate’er of old to Rome or Athens known, 710 What France or We have glean’d, ’tis all his own.  How few can equal Praise with C——­ch obtain, Who made Lucretius smooth, and chast, and plain?  Courted by Fame he could her Charms despise, } Still woo’d by that false Fair he still denies, } And press’d, for Refuge to the Altar flies; } Like votive Tablets offers up his Bays, “And leaves to our lewd Town the Drudgery of Plays.”  In lofty Raptures, born on Angels Wings } Above the Clouds, above Castalian Springs, } 720 N——­ inspir’d, of God and Nature sings; } And if one Glance on this poor World he throw, If e’er he mind the Croud and Buzz below; Pities our fruitless Pains for Fame and Praise, And wonders why we drudge for Crowns and Bays.  Could B——­ be sober, many he’d excel, Few know the Antients, or could use so well; But ah! his Genius with his Virtue’s fled, Condemn’d to Want of Grace and Want of Bread.  Ev’n Envy B——­re’s Subject must confess } 730 Exact and rare, a curious Happiness, } Nor many could the Fable better dress:  } Of Words what Compass, and how vast a Store!  His Courage and his Vertue’s only more:  More various Scenes of Death his Fights display Then Aghrim’s Field or London’s fatal Day:  Let beauteous Elda’s Tears and Passion prove His Soul is not unknowing how to love:  Disrob’d of Clouds he view’d the Stagyrite As Nature he, confess’d to Human sight:  His Rules surveys, and traces to their Springs, } 740 Where the blind Bard of flaming Ilium sings; } Thence with the Mantuan Swan in narrower Rings, } Tho more exact, he, stooping from his height, Reviews the same fierce Wars and Gods and Heroes fight:  That beauteous antient Palace he surveys } Which Maro’s Hands had only Strength to raise, }