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OP MARVELL. 101

Victorious sounds ! yet here your homage do
Unto a gentler conqueror tlian you ;
Who, though he flies the music of iiis praise,
Would with you heaven's hallelujahs raise.



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102 THE POEMS



TO HIS

WORTHY FRIEND DOCTOR WITTY,

UPON HIS TBANSLATION OF THE POPULAR ERltOK. S.

Sit farther and make room for thine own fame,
Where just desert enrolls thj honoured name.
The Grood Interpreter. Some in this task
Take off the cypress veil, but leave a mask,
Changing the Latin, but do more obscure
That sense in English which was bright and

pure.
So of translators they are authors grown.
For ill translators make the book their own.
Others do strive with words and forced phrase
To add such lustre, and so many rays.
That but to make the vessel shining, they
Much of the precious metal rub away.
He is translation's thief that addeth more,
As much as he that taketh from the store
Of the first author. Here he maketh blots,
That mends ; and added beauties are but spots.
C^LIA whose English doth more richly flow
Than Tagus, purer than dissolved snow.



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OP MARVELL. 103

And sweet as are her lips that speak it, she

Now learns the tongues of France and Italy ;

But she is C^elia still ; no other grace

But her own smiles commend that lovely face ;

Her native beauty's not Italianated,

Nor her chaste mind into the French translated ;

Her thoughts are English, tl>ough her speaking

wit
With other language doth them featly fit.

Translators, learn of her : but stay, I slide
Down into error with the vulgar tide ;
Women must not teach here : the doctor doth
Stint them to cordials, almond-milk, and broth.
Now I reform, and surely so will all
Whose happy eyes on thy translation fall.
I see the people hastening to thy book.
Liking themselves the worse the more they look.
And so disliking, that they nothing see
Now worth the liking, but thy book and thee.
And (if I judgment have) 1 censure right,
For something guides mj hand that I must

write;
You have translation's statutes best fulfilled,
That handUng neither sully nor would gild.



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104 THE rOKMS



ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST.

When IH)eheld the poet blind, yet bold,
In slender book his vast design unfold,
Messiah crowned, God*s reconciled decree,
Rebelling angels, the forbidden tree,
Heaven, hell, earth, chaos, all ; the argument
Held me awhile misdoubting his intent,
That he would ruin (for I saw him strong)
The sacred truths to fable and old song ;
So Samson groped the temple's posts in spite.
The world o'erwhelming to revenge his sight

Yet as I read, soon growing less severe,
I liked his project, the success did fear ;
Through that wide field how he his way should

find,
O'er which lame faith leads understanding blind ;
Lest he'd perplex the things he would explain.
And what was easy he should render vain.

Or if a work so infinite he spanned,
Jealous I was that some less skilful hand



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OF MARVELL. 105

(Such as disquiet always what is well,
And by ill imitating would excel)
Might hence presume the whole creation's day
To change in scenes, and show it in a play.

Pardon me, mighty poet, nor despise
My causeless, yet not impious, surmise.