Alexander Pope’s 1716 imitation of Martial’s epigram X.23:
“At length,
my Friend (while Time, with still career,
Wafts on his
gentle wing his eightieth year),
Sees his
past days safe out of Fortune’s power,
Nor dreads
approaching Fate’s uncertain hour;
Reviews his
life, and in the strict survey,
Finds not
one moment he could wish away,
Pleased with
the series of each happy day.
Such, such a
man extends his life’s short space,
And from the
goal again renews the race;
For he lives
twice, who can at once employ
The present
well, and e’en the past enjoy.”
Martial and
Pope were fierce satirists, gifted at mockery, but this is not a satirical poem. We might even call
it gracious. Pope was born on this date, May 21, in 1688. In an effort to “employ
/ The present well,” I have returned to Pope in recent years, reading his work
seriously alongside Swift, whose prose and verse I have never stopped reading.
Both exemplify what Pope writes in The
Dunciad, Book II:
“True ease
in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those
move easiest who have learn’d to dance.”
1 comment:
Thanks, inspiring - or as you say, gracious.
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