With those the sacred [5] Hebrew Hymns can read:  550 If this to lucky Chance alone be due, Why Rhime they not in Greek and Latin too? [6] PINDAR at first his ancient Copy trac’d, And sometimes equal Sounds his Numbers grac’d; Till with the more than human Labour tir’d, He drop’d his Rhime, and own’d him uninspir’d.  ORPHEUS and HOMER too, who first did dream Of num’rous Gods, and left the One Supreme, Religion both and Poetry did wrong, Apostatiz’d from Rhime, and lost the Soul of Song. 560 Yet still some weak and glimm’ring Sparks remain’d, And still our Great Forefathers this retain’d; Nor Inundations of Barbarian Rome, Our ancient Rhime could wholly overcome. [Sidenote:  Vide p. 13.] Ne’er cramp thy Reason for some paltry Chime, Nor sacrifice Good Sense to Numbers and to Rhime:  Both may be sav’d and made good Friends; and here The Poets Art and Happiness appear:  But when some stubborn Word denies to draw In Numbers, and defies the Muses Law, 570 Reject it strait, unworthy such a Grace, Another yoke which better fills the Place:  Much Reading will thy Poverty amend And Taggs without the help of Crambo lend.  The Double Rhime is antiquated grown, Or us’d in Satyr or Burlesque alone; Nor loves our stronger Tongue that tinkling Chime, The Darling of the French, a Female Rhime.  Now, daring Muse! attempt a stronger Flight, Beyond a Vulgar Verser’s cautious Height, 580 Beyond thy self, and consecrate to Fame } Those who a Title to the Laurel claim, } And may to after-times embalm thy Name; } Commend the Good, to all but Vice be kind, And cast the smaller Faults in shades behind; Who first, who next; the Balance justly hold, As that which shines above, and flames with Heav’nly Gold.  Great N——­BY the first, ROSCOMMON gone, He rules our Empire now of Wit alone:  The Beauties he of Verse exactly knows, 590 The famous DRYDEN’S not more smoothly flows:  Had ORPHEUS half so sweetly mourn’d his Fate, As VIRGIL sung, or Sh——­d did translate; H’ had made the Manes once again relent, They would again Eurydice have sent:  Death’s Temple we with sacred Aw survey, With Admiration read his Great Essay:  Was Art or bounteous Nature here more kind? } Strong Sense!  Uncommon Learning!  Thoughts refin’d! } 600 A Godlike Person, and an equal Mind! }