[243] Hone on Ancient Mysteries, p. 222.
[244] Collection of Poems, Dublin, 1801, 8vo.
Garrick Plays.
No. XXIV.
[From “Chabot, Admiral of France,” a Tragedy, by G. Chapman and J. Shirley, 1639.]
No Advice to Self Advice.
——— another’s knowledge,
Applied to my instruction, cannot equal
My own soul’s knowledge how to inform acts.
The sun’s rich radiance shot thro’ waves most fair,
Is but a shadow to his beams i’ th’ air;
His beams that in the air we so admire,
Is but a darkness to his flame in fire;
In fire his fervour but in vapour flies,
To what his own pure bosom rarifies:
And the Almighty Wisdom having given
Each man within himself an apter light
To guide his acts than any light without him,
(Creating nothing, not in all things equal),
It seems a fault in any that depend
On others’ knowledge, and exile their own.
Virtue under Calumny.
—— as in cloudy days we see the Sun
Glide over turrets, temples, richest fields,
(All those left dark and slighted in his way);
And on the wretched plight of some poor shed
Pours all the glories of his golden head:
So heavenly Virtue on this envied Lord
Points all his graces.