The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) Volume III.Cibber, Theophilus
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The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) Volume III.
Cibber, Theophilus
Poets, English -- Biography -- Early works to 1800; Poets, Irish -- Biography -- Early works to 1800
This is all the account we are favoured with of the life and writings
of Mr. Pomfret: A man not destitute either of erudition or genius, of
unexceptionable morals, though exposed to the malice of antagonists. As
he was a prudent man, and educated to a profession, he was not subject
to the usual necessities of the poets, but his sphere being somewhat
obscure, and his life unactive, there are few incidents recorded
concerning him. If he had not fortune sufficient to render him
conspicuous, he had enough to keep his life innocent, which he seems to
have spent in ease and tranquillity, a situation much more to be envied
than the highest blaze of fame, attended with racking cares, and
innumerable sollicitudes.
The CHOICE.
If Heav'n the grateful liberty would give,
That I might chuse my method how to live.
And all those hours propitious fate should lend,
In blissful ease and satisfaction spend,
Near some fair town I'd have a private seat,
Built uniform; not little, nor too great:
Better if on a rising ground it flood
On this side fields, on that a neighb'ring wood.
It should within no other things contain,
But what were useful, necessary, plain:
Methinks 'tis nauseous, and I'd ne'r endure
The needless pomp of gawdy furniture.
A little garden, grateful to the eye,
And a cool rivulet run murm'ring by:
On whose delicious banks a slately row
Of shady Lymes or Sycamores should grow.
At th' end of which a silent study plac'd,
Should be with all the noblest authors grac'd.
Horace and Virgil, in whose mighty lines
Immortal wit and solid learning shines.
Sharp Juvenal, and am'rous Ovid too,
Who all the turns of love's soft passion knew:
He that with judgment reads his charming lines,
In which strong art with stronger nature joins,
Must grant his fancy, does the best excel;
His thoughts so tender, and express'd so well.
With all those moderns, men of steady sense,
Esteem'd for learning, and for eloquence.
In some of these, as fancy should advise.
I'd always take my morning exercise:
For sure no minutes bring us more content,
Than those in pleasing, useful studies spent.
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