From these the world will judge of men and books,
Not from the Burnets, Oldmixons, and Cooks.’
I cannot help giving also the conclusion of the Epistle to Jervas.
‘Oh, lasting as those colours may they shine,
Free as thy stroke, yet faultless as thy line;
New graces yearly like thy works display,
Soft without weakness, without glaring gay;
Led by some rule, that guides, but not constrains;
And finish’d more through happiness than pains.
The kindred arts shall in their praise conspire,