enemies have found are rather cavils concerning little and not essential decencies； which a master of the ceremonies may decide betwixt us。 The French poets； I confess； are strict observers of these punctilios： They would not； for example； have suffered Cleopatra and Octavia to have met； or； if they had met； there must have only passed betwixt them some cold civilities； but no eagerness of repartee； for fear of offending against the greatness of their characters； and the modesty of their sex。 This objection I foresaw； and at the same time contemned； for I judged it both natural and probable； that Octavia； proud of her new…gained conquest； would search out Cleopatra to triumph over her； and that Cleopatra； thus attacked； was not of a spirit to shun the encounter： And it is not unlikely； that two exasperated rivals should use such satire as I have put into their mouths； for； after all； though the one were a Roman； and the other a queen； they were both women。 It is true； some actions； though natural； are not fit to be represented； and broad obscenities in words ought in good manners to be avoided： expressions therefore are a modest clothing of our thoughts； as breeches and petticoats are of our bodies。 If I have kept myself within the bounds of modesty； all beyond； it is but nicety and affectation； which is no more but modesty depraved into a vice。 They betray themselves who are too quick of apprehension in such cases； and leave all reasonable men to imagine worse of them； than of the poet。
Honest Montaigne goes yet further： Nous ne sommes que ceremonie； la ceremonie nous emporte； et laissons la substance des choses。 Nous nous tenons aux branches； et abandonnons le tronc et le corps。 Nous avons appris aux dames de rougir； oyans seulement nommer ce qu'elles ne craignent aucunement a faire： Nous n'osons appeller a droit nos membres； et ne craignons pas de les employer a toute sorte de debauche。 La ceremonie nous defend d'exprimer par paroles les choses licites et naturelles； et nous l'en croyons； la raison nous defend de n'en faire point d'illicites et mauvaises； et personne ne l'en croit。 My comfort is； that by this opinion my enemies are but sucking critics； who would fain be nibbling ere their teeth are come。
Yet； in this nicety of manners does the excellency of French poetry consist。 Their heroes are the most civil people breathing； but their good breeding seldom extends to a word of sense； all their wit is in their ceremony； they want the genius which animates our stage； and therefore it is but necessary； when they cannot please； that they should take care not to offend。 But as the civilest man in the company is commonly the dullest； so these authors； while they are afraid to make you laugh or cry； out of pure good manners make you sleep。 They are so careful not to exasperate a critic； that they never leave him any work； so busy with the broom； and make so clean a riddance that there is little left either for censure or for praise： For no part of a poem is worth our discommending； where the whole is insipid； as when we have once tasted of palled wine； we stay not to examine it glass by glass。 But while they affect to shine in trifles； they are often careless in essentials。 Thus； their Hippolytus is so scrupulous in point of decency； that he will rather expose himself to death； than accuse his stepmother to his father； and my critics I am sure will commend him for it。 But we of grosser apprehensions are apt to think that this excess of generosity is not practicable； but with fools and madmen。 This was good manners with a vengeance； and the audience is like to be much concerned at the misfortunes of this admirable hero。 But take Hippolytus out of his poetic fit； and I suppose he would think it a wiser part to set the saddle on the right horse； and choose rather to live with the reputation of a plain…spoken； honest man； than to die with the infamy of an incestuous villain。 In the meantime we may take notice； that where the poet ought to have preserved the character as it was delivered to us by antiquity； when he should have given us the picture of a rough young man； of the Amazonian strain； a jolly huntsman； and both by his profession and his early rising a mortal enemy to love； he has chosen to give him the turn of gallantry； sent him to travel from Athens to Paris； taught him to make love； and transformed the Hippolytus of Euripides into Monsieur Hippolyte。 I should not have troubled myself thus far with French poets； but that I find our Chedreux critics wholly form their judgments by them。 But for my part； I desire to be tried by the laws of my own country； for it seems unjust to me； that the French should prescribe here； till they have conquered。 Our little sonneteers； who follow them； have too narrow souls to judge of poetry。 Poets themselves are the most proper； though I conclude not the only critics。 But till some genius； as universal as Aristotle； shall arise； one who can penetrate into all arts and sciences； without the practice of them； I shall think it reasonable； that the judgment of an artificer in his own art should be preferable to the opinion of another man； at least where he is not bribed by interest； or prejudiced by malice。 And this； I suppose； is manifest by plain inductions： For； first； the crowd cannot be presumed to have more than a gross instinct of what pleases or displeases them： Every man will grant me this； but then； by a particular kindness to himself； he draws his own stake first； and will be distinguished from the multitude； of which other men may think him one。 But； if I come closer to those who are allowed for witty men； either by the advantage of their quality； or by common fame； and affirm that neither are they qualified to decide sovereignly concerning poetry； I shall yet have a strong party of my opinion； for most of them severally will exclude the rest； either from the number of witty men； or at least of able judges。 But here again they are all indulgent to themselves； and every one who believes himself a wit； that is； every man； will pretend at the same time to a right of judging。 But to press it yet further； there are many witty men； but few poets； neither have all poets a taste of tragedy。 And this is the rock on which they are daily splitting。 Poetry； which is a picture of nature； must generally please； but it is not to be understood that all parts of it must please every man； therefore is not tragedy to be judged by a witty man； whose taste is only confined to comedy。 Nor is every man； who loves tragedy； a sufficient judge of it； he must understand the excellences of it too； or he will only prove a blind admirer； not a critic。 From hence it comes that so many satires on poets； and censures of their writings； fly abroad。 Men of pleasant conversation （at least esteemed so）； and endued with a trifling kind of fancy； perhaps helped out with some smattering of Latin； are ambitious to distinguish themselves from the herd of gentlemen； by their poetry
Rarus enim ferme sensus communis in illa Fortuna。
And is not this a wretched affectation； not to be contented with what fortune has done for them； and sit down quietly with their estates； but they must call their wits in question； and needlessly expose their nakedness to public view？ Not considering that they are not to expect the same approbation from sober men； which they have found from their flatterers after the third bottle。 If a little glittering in discourse has passed them on us for witty men； where was the necessity of undeceiving the world？ Would a man who has an ill title to an estate； but yet is in possession of it； would he bring it of his own accord； to be tried at Westminster？ We who write； if we want the talent； yet have the excuse that we do it for a poor subsistence； but what can be urged in their defence； who； not having the vocation of poverty to scribble； out of mere wantonness take pains to make themselves ridiculous？ Horace was certainly in the right； where he said； 〃That no man is satisfied with his own condition。〃 A poet is not pleased； because he is not rich； and the rich are discontented； because the poets will not admit them of their number。 Thus the case is hard with writers： If they succeed not； they must starve； and if they do； some malicious satire is prepared to level them； for daring to please without their leave。 But while they are so eager to destroy the fame of others； their ambition is manifest in their concernment； some poem of their own is to be produced； and the slaves are to be laid flat with their faces on the ground； that the monarch may appear in the greater majesty。
Dionysius and Nero had the same longings； but with all their power they could never bring their business well about。 'Tis true； they proclaimed themselves poets by sound of trumpet； and poets they were； upon pain of death to any man who durst call them otherwise。 The audience had a fine time on't； you may imagine； they sat in a bodily fear； and looked as demurely as they could： for it was a hanging matter to laugh unseasonably； and the tyrants were suspicious； as they had reason； that their subjects had them in the wind； so； every man； in his own defence； set as good a face upon the business as he could。 It was known beforehand that the monarchs were to be crowned laureates； but when the show was over； and an honest man was suffered to depart quietly； he took out his laughter which he had stifled； with a firm resolution never more to see an emperor's play； though he had been ten years a…making it。 In the meantime the true poets were they who made the best markets： for they had wit enough to yield the prize with a good grace； and not contend with him who had thirty legions。 They were sure to be rewarded； if they confessed themselves bad writers； and that was somewhat better than to be martyrs for their reputation。 Lucan's example was enough to teach them manners； and after he was put to death； for overcoming Nero； the emperor carried it without dispute for the best poet in his dominions。 No man was ambitious of that grinning honour； for if he heard the malicious trumpeter proclaiming his name before his betters； he knew there was but one way with him。 Maecenas took another course； and