1708 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Sir Richard Steele

Thomas Bishop, "To Captain S. on his Poetry" Oxford and Cambridge Miscellany Poems (1708) 119-20.



Till now I own my my partial Kindness sway'd,
And rashly to a gross Mistake betray'd:
I thought our calm Retreat, and peaceful Shade,
To Verse alone could lawful Title plead.
I much admir'd to find a Muse in Arms,
Begot in Camps, and bred amidst Alarms,
I judg'd her like the Hectors of the Age,
Whose Wit is Impudence, and Oaths their Rage.
The Poets might their Fav'rite God allow,
In Peace his tuneful Lyre, in War his Bow;
But sure those jarring Instruments to join,
Requires superiour Force, and Power Divine.
I freely own my Error, since in you,
I find the Hero, and the Poet too:
By double Title you the Lawrel claim,
And wing your daring Flight to endless Fame.