John Durant Breval

Thomas Cooke, in "The Battle of the Poets" Tales, Epistles, Odes, Fables (1729) 129-30 &n.

A Bard, deputed by th' Allys to give
The Sentence to the Foe, to dy or live,
Survey'd the Captives o'er their Worth to find,
And turn'd the useless Pages to the Wind:
His Hand destructive stop'd, he call'd a Name,
Just sinking in Oblivion, back to Fame;
A Portion of his Verse he view'd with Care;
And saw th' Assistance of the Muses there;
While those are doom'd to write, and be forgot,
For Thee, Brevall, is cast a happyer Lot.

For Thee, Brevall, is cast a happyer Lot.] This Gentleman wrote an excellent Poem call'd Calpe or Gibraltar; in which we are delighted with the Description and History of that Place, and in a Language truly poetical. We are obliged to him for several other Pieces, which have each their Merit. The Fate of this Writer, as a Poet, is enough to deter the finest Genius, who has no View but to Fame, and no Recommendation to the World but Merit, from his Pursuit. [He dyed not long since; and I never heared of his being more than a travelling Tutor, or Governour, to a young Nobleman; which is a Station that of late Years is grown much into Contempt, not from any real Dishonour that it would be to a Person of small Fortune equal to the Trust, but from those who are generally put into it. — Cooke, Original Works (1742) 195n]