Discourse on Criticism and of PoetryFrom Poems On Several Occasions (1707)
their Manner of Writing, which takes Notice only of Words, Customs, and chiefly Chronology, with a blind Admiration of all they read, is unpleasant to a fine Genius, and deters it from the pursuit of the Belles Lettres.

I shall say no more at present on this Head, but proceed to give you an Account of the following Sheets. What I have attempted in them is mostly of the Pindaric and the Lyric Way. I have not follow'd the Strophe and Antistrophe; neither do I think it necessary; besides I had rather err with Mr. Cowley, who shew'd us the Way, than be flat and in the right with others.

Mr. Congreve, an ingenious Gentleman, has affirm'd, I think too hastily, that in each particular Ode the Stanza's are alike, whereas the last Olympic has two Monostrophicks of different Measure, and Number of Lines.

The Pacquet-boat is just going off, I am afraid of missing Tide. You may expect the rest on the Pindaric Style. In the mean time I beg leave to subscribe myself,

Sir, Your ever Obedient

and Obliged Servant,

Samuel Cobb.

Of POETRY.

1. Its Antiquity. 2. Its Progress. 3. Its Improvement.

A POEM.

 Antiquity of PoetrySure when the Maker in his Heav'nly Breast Design'd a Creature to command the rest, Of all th' Erected Progeny of Clay His Noblest Labour was his First Essay. There shone th' Eternal Brightness, and a Mind Proportion'd for the Father of Mankind. The Vigor of Omnipotence was seen In his high Actions, and Imperial Mien. Inrich'd with Arts, unstudy'd and untaught, With loftiness of Soul, and dignity of Thought To Rule the World, and what he Rul'd to Sing, And be at once the Poet and the King. Whether his Knowledge with his breath he drew, And saw the Depth of Nature at a View; Or, new descending from th' Angelick race, Retain'd some tincture of his Native Place.* The Soul according to the Platonists. So Virgil: Aurai simplicis ig, nem.

Antiquity of Poetry

* The Soul according to the Platonists. So Virgil: Aurai simplicis ig, nem.

    Fine was the Matter of the curious Frame, Which lodg'd his Fiery Guest[*], and like the same Nor was a less Resemblance in his Sense, His 
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