In another Place:
[118] Anni nubibus insident, Incertis equitant lustra Favoniis, Cæco secula turbine.
Years ride on Clouds, About uncertain Zephyrs Lustrums play, And on black Whirlwinds Ages die away.
There are many other Instances of this kind in the same Poet; who seems to have been peculiarly delighted with this hard and unnatural Way of Writing.
The Sublime, on the other Hand, is distinguished from the Humble; which has its Elegance as it is used in its proper Place. It is proper, when we would describe, in a familiar and easy Manner, the common Concerns of Life; and agrees more especially with Comedy, the lower kind of Satire, and Epistles; and, as Occasion serves, may be admitted in all Sorts of Poems. Instances of it are very numerous:
[119] Qui, fit, Mæcenas, ut nemo, quam sibi sortem Seu ratio dederit, seu fors objecerit, illa Contentus vivat, laudet diversa sequentes?
Whence comes, my Lord, this gen'ral Discontent? Why do all loath the State that Chance hath sent, Or their own Choice procur'd? But fondly bless Their Neighbours Lots, and praise what they possess. Creech.
[120] Prima dicte mihi, summa dicende Camæna, Spectatum satis, & donatum jam rude quæris, Mæcenas, iterum antiquo me includere ludo. Non eadem est ætas, non mens, &c.
My Lord, Mæcenas, whom I gladly chuse, The first, and the last Subject of my Muse; Tho' I have fought enough, and well before, And now dismist, have Leave to fight no more; You strive to bring me on the Stage again: My Age is not alike, unlike my Brain. Creech.
It is needless to add any more: Terence's Comedies, and Horace's Satires and Epistles, consist entirely almost of this Style, and are abundant Proof of its Elegance.