To the Reverend Mr. Mabell, of Cambridge, who has publish'd Proposals for a Translation of Longinus. Bath, Dec. 20. 1731. William Ward Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 pp. 198-202. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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To the Reverend Mr. Mabell , of Cambridge , who has publish'd Proposals for a Translation of Longinus . By William Ward , Esq ; Bath , Dec. 20. 1731. Tho' great Longinus claims thy aiding Hand , And hopes , thro' thee , t'instruct a barb'rous Land , Where vile Conceits the Pow'r of Wit confound , And true Sublimity is lost in Sound ; Where Folly , dress'd ten thousand various Ways , The Bar , the Play-house , and the Pulpit sways ; Yet to my Verse thy kind Attention lend ; Pardon the Poet , and indulge the Friend . From Noise , and Nonsense , and vain Laughter free , I steal a thoughtful Hour , and give to thee ; To thee , Conductor of my heedless Youth , Who taught me first to rev'rence Sense , and Truth ; Virtue to praise ; and boldly Vice deride , With all the Pomp of Fashion on her Side . Behold the Scene a motley Tribe compose , Wives , Widows , Maids , and intermingled Beaux , All Orders , Ages , in one League unite , And to dear Passage consecrate the Night ! Now the Dice rattle in the sounding Box ; Now groans the Table with repeated Knocks ; ( Delightful Musick to the Gamester's Ear ! ) While ev'ry Bosom beats with Hope or Fear . A Pass resounds — What wond'rous Transports rise In Celia's Breast , and lighten in her Eyes ! She sweeps the Board — The Fop , with ardent Gaze , Admires the Beauty that her Arm displays . But who , unmov'd , can bear the piteous Sight , While Cynthia frets and raves at Fortune's Spite ? Fled from her Cheek are ev'ry Love and Grace , And all the Fury threatens in her Face : Distracted , lost , with Grief and Rage o'ercome , She quits the Dice , and flies to storm at home . When I a Curse implore , may courteous Fate With such a Consort curse the Man I hate ! But is there One amongst the Many found , Adorn'd with Modesty , with Reason crown'd ; Who treads the slipp'ry Paths of Youth with Care , And uninfected breathes in tainted Air ? If such there be , kind Heav'n , afford thy Aid , And soften to my Wish the virtuous Maid ! See the Belle flutter with the sprightly Beau ! They trip it on the light , fantastic Toe : Nor Words , nor Sighs , their am'rous Thoughts impart ; They dance , and glitter at each other's Heart ! With honest Scorn survey yon various Croud , Of supple Slaves , or Lords of Titles proud ! Stiff-nodding Fools ! a Mob in Masquerade ! Whom Honours brand , and Dignities upbraid . Yet some there are , with Worth and Wisdom blest . A noble Few ! who satirize the rest ; Who scorn to boast their great Fore-father's Rays , Shine of themselves , and mingle Blaze with Blaze . And such is Orrery ; whose gen'rous Mind , Still prone to Pity , feels for human Kind . A Zeal for Piety inflames his Breast , Temper'd with Charity , in Meekness dress'd : Grandeur and Ease his ev'ry Action guide ; He nor assumes , nor condescends in Pride : Add sprightly Wit , by prudent Laws confin'd , A Judgment sober , and by Books refin'd : Add that the Muses ev'ry Charm dispense , To tune his Voice , and beautify the Sense . This to my Friend : And , O ! may this inspite Love of fair Fame , and fan the sacred Fire ! Dare to have Taste , and urge thy glorious Toil , To teach th' Unknowing , and to please a Boyle .