British Apollo : ANSWERS QUESTIONS
IN MOST ARTS and SCIENCES, Serious, Comical, and Humorous,
Approved of By many of the Most Learned and Ingenious of both Universities, and of the Royal-Society. Perform’d by a Society of Gentlemen.
Per me quod eritque, fuitque,
Eftque, patet : per me concordant carmina nervis.
Inventum medicina meum eft ; opiferque per orbem
Dicor ; ( herbarum (ubjecta potentia nobis.
Ovid Met. Lib. 1.
LONDON: Printed for T9 EODORE SANDERS, at
the Bell in Little Britain, and Sold by ARTHUR BETTE SWORTH, at the Red Lyon in Pater-nofter Row. M, DCC, XXVI.
The following Commendatory VERSES,
(written by several Ingenious Hands) were occasionally sent, during the writing of this Firsi Volume.
As a Grateful Acknowledgment of the pleasing
Amusement your valuable Performance has given me, and to testifie how passionately I wish the successful Continuance of so instručtive an Undertaking, the following Effay is most humbly presented by
Your Admirer, LUCIND 14.
To the Sons of APOLLO.
O on, Bright YOUTH, quit not the glorious
toil,
But with delightful wit our anxious cares beguile :
Let fprightly fancy sparkle in each line,
And new discoveries deck with new design ;
Whilft sportful nature closely you pursue,
And as she Aies, your artful search renew ;
Tho' in wild labirynths intricate the strays,
And forms her great designs a thousand various ways s
The thickest gloom of night the goddess bides,
And rude access, to vulgar eyes derides ;
Yet to the wife, with godlike genius born,
She will unveil and thew her wondrous form ;
Nor mind poor harmless Beaux of modern caft,
Nor Critická mcagre with black envy's blaft ;
For these are Forc'd to damn, what they want
Force to taste,
Nor fear your gen'rous labours just reward,
Whilst wit has charms, and beauty has segard.
For so while nature's secrets you reveal,
And of her glories, of her wonders tell,
Or facred Truth triumphantly set free,
From error's night, and long captivity :
How the pleas'd goddess urges on the race,
See with what smiles she courts your lov'd embrace,
And leaves, bright tracts of light behind, to guide
you in the chace ?
To the BRITISH APOLLO.
HO' I can't bcat of a celestial fire,
Amphion's harp, or Arethufa's lyre,
With pleasure I contess the pow'r divine,
Where'er it strikes me in a nervous' line.
Such are your lays, and I with rapture see
Their strength, their beauty, and their energy.
Go on, bright youths, the God is all your own,
Restore loft relish, and reform the town :
Let us no more a vicious taste pursue,
Wit Mall again its glorious reign renew,
Adorn'd by your Apollo's smiles, improv'd by you.
Hail Bards Divine.
ET your soft sense, in softer numbers flow,
In every line a god-like genius show,
By your sharp wit, all carping criticks quell,
And be divinely brave without a parallel.
Go on, bright youths, and all that's good pursue,
And let old Aihens be renew'd in You..
Sic vaticinatur, J. J.
I.
ND now, ye fons of wit, who juftly claim,
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