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Epigrams upon the paintings of the most eminent masters, antient and modern with reflexions upon the several schools of painting / by J.E., Esq.
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Elsum, John, fl. 1700-1705.
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of Brass her Heart of Steel This knows no Shame and that no Grief doth feel But a great tenderness is seen in t'other Which plainly does demonstrate who 's the Mother Now Justice which had threatned to destroy Lays down its rigour and restores her Boy This Rubens paints and thus at last 't is shown That Impudence is sometimes overthrown Apollo lays aside his Bow and Arrows and plays upon the Harp EPIG CXLI THE Bow must not be always bent Nor must the Mind be too intent There 's nothing good that 's violent We may indulgence give to Sense And Pleasure take without offence If dipt in Honesty and Temperance The Man 's unhappy that 's opprest With too much Care or too much Rest The middle State the Wise account the best Two Philosophers Disputing EPIG CXLII WITH right Forefinger laid upon left Thumb Th' Opponent drives his Confutation home The Posture 's proper this doth let us know He reasons close and argues a Propo. The Hand of the Respondent lifted high Shews him impatient eager to reply The Figures speak without Device uncouth Without a Label put into the Mouth Speak the extensive Language of the Hand A Language which all Nations understand But what I pray is learnt by this Dispute We find Dumb Poetry not always mute Vanity by a Modern Master EPIG CXLIII HER Face young airy fleering lickt and patcht The wanton'st giddy'st thing that e'er was hatcht Her Hair 's in bushy Puffs and not in Tresses Her Garments flying both in flanting Dresses She struts and views her Features in her Glass And thinks them such as may for Beauty pass Her Tiffanies and Ribbons flung about Catch fluttering Fopps and awe the gaping Rout. At her feet Heaps of Toys and Trinkets lie And round her empty Head gay Bubbles fly Nothing more light none more unfit to reign Yet none has greater Sway nor greater Train The Bleeding Host at Brussels EPIG CXLIV THIS Picture represents unto our view Cast on the ground an Vnbelieving Jew Grasping a Dagger very bright and keen On whose sharp point a Wafer stabb'd is seen Upon th' adjacent Table others lie All bleeding under like Indignity A Rough-hewn Rustick with a poinant Knife Seeks to revenge it on th' Affronter's Life By-standers wonder 'mong the rest you see A Turk ready t' embrace Christianity He plainly saw the horrid Profanation But not so plain the Transubstantiation St. Cecilia by Mignard EPIG CXLV THIS Saint plays on a Harp with many strings And to its tuneful Notes she sweetly sings Anthems and Hymns to celebrate the Praise O' th' first Composer of Harmonious Lays See by the Elevation of her Eyes How with the Lyrick Notes her Thoughts do rise We in her Fingers see a spritely Motion But in her Countenance a fix'd Devotion In the Boy musing on a Singing-book Docility and an Intentive Look Concord and Discord here united are None of the Lines none of the Colours jar Here 's nothing seen unworthy of Mignard Nothing too faint and nothing that 's too hard Moses trampling under foot Pharaoh 's Crown by Nic. Poussin EPIG CXLVI THE young adopted Son of Pharaoh's Daughter That was not born to perish under Water But to abase th' Aegyptian Monarch's Pride Spurns with disdain and kicks his Crown aside This Action is express'd with such a Mein As graces Moses and the Great Poussin A Portrait of an old Gentleman by Dobson EPIG CXLVII PErceiving some body behind his Chair He turns about with a becoming Air. His Head is rais'd and looking o'er his Shoulder So round and strong you never saw a Bolder Here you see Nature thoro ' understood A Portrait not like Paint but Flesh and Blood And not to praise Dobson below his Merit This Flesh and Blood is quickned with a Spirit Duke of Florence dictating to Macchiavel his Secretary by Titian EPIG CXLVIII WE in the Duke discern a thoughtful Mind And great Attention in his Scribe we find With a quick Eye his Master's Looks he watches And with a ready Pen his Words he catches Both in the Prince and in his Secretary You see a Politician wise and wary The Pencil shews his Looks But all its Art Cannot disclose a Politician's Heart Noah and his three Sons by Annibal Caratts EPIG CXLIX THE Aged Patriarch lies upon the Ground O'er-come by heady Wine and Sleep profound The youngest Son points at his Sire and fleers Exposes him by Mockeries and Jeers Without regard to Nature or his Years But th' Elder wisely hide their Father's Shame And by dumb Signs their graceless Brother blame Observe the Piece and you will learn from hence The Indecorum of Irreverence A Night-Piece of a Ship on Fire by Old Vanderveld EPIG CL. THE Moon 'mong thin and flying Clouds looks bright And the Sky dapled o'er with Shade and Light The Sea is calm but in a Ship doth rage A Fire which all its Waters can't assuage Several Boats approach her some for Succour But most about her ply for †For Spoil and Plunder sordid Lucre. Some of her Crew are sav'd some hard beset 'Tween two Extremes a dry Death and a wet The People on the Shore do stand and gaze Upon so great and terrible a Blaze Increas'd by the Reflexion of the Seas The Draught the Colouring the Optick Part Shew Vanderveld a Master of his Art Faith by Mignard EPIG CLI DEcently clad and sitting on the Ground With Looks sublime and Gravity profound Of Holy Faith we have a noble view Th' Invention good the Collocation true Under a Cross which her right Hand doth hold A Child lifts up a Chalice made of Gold Our Saviour's Death and Passion to unfold Her other Hand is laid upon her Breast An Act by which Sincerity's exprest On her left Knee a godly Book is plac'd And the Piece with two other Figures grac'd Two Boys the Tables of the Law sustain To shew that Faith without good Works is vain Mignard you see soars above common reaches Not only sweetly paints but sweetly preaches Arion riding a Dolphin and playing on his Harp EPIG CLII. THE Man whom here o' th' Dolphin's Back you see One Death escap'd yet 's still in jeopardy Is still distress'd has nothing to rely on But 's Fish and if that fails farewel Arion Upon the Harp he plays to sooth and court her For he bestrides a slippery Supporter His Musick as 't is said did prove inchanting 'T is granted and so proves this piece of Painting The Woman of Samaria by Old Palma EPIG CLIII OUR Saviour leaving the proud Pharisees T' a Woman does impart Celestial Bliss Water he asks which she more nice than wise For Scruple sake delays if not denies You see them both confer at Jacob's Well Where he her grosser Errors does refel Tells her of Water which he has to give That to Eternity will make her live At some small distance his Disciples stand Ready t' obey his Order and Command The Figures all are strongly turn'd and
HERE you behold a spatious sandy Plain That will two hundred thousand Men contain Horses and Coaches with such fleetness run That scarcely are they by the Winds out-done The People's great Applauses give them Wings And Heaven's high Arch with Acclamation sings But mind not thou the speed of Coach or Horse Think how thy Life runs with as swift a Course A Deformed Head EPIG XCVIII WHAT awkard ill-look'd Fellow 's this He has an ugly frightful Phys Cadaverous black blew and green Not fit in publick to be seen Dirty hirsute and goggle-ey'd With a long Nose and Mouth as wide With blobber Lips and lockram Jaws Warts Wrinkles Wens and other Flaws With nitty beard and Neck that 's scabby And in a dress that 's very shabby Who this should be I do know But all Men see he 's not a Beau. A Piece of Bores by Brauwer EPIG XCIX BRauwer 't is true thou lov'dst the Pot Yet never was an arrant Sot Seldom or never was good Fellow More pleasant than thy self when mellow Sometimes you 'd drink till you were drunk And sport a little with a Punk Sometimes agen you 'd dance and sing And make the House with Revels ring Sometimes you 'd smoak upon a Barrel You 'd sometimes play and sometimes quarrel Thou wert a frolick merry Droll And paintedst Motion Life and Soul In all thy Pieces in each Clown A Brauwer's seen to thy Renown St. Ignatius casting out a Devil by Rubens EPIG C. SEE how the Daemoniack raves and rends See how like Foes he treats the best of Friends His Rage is great great as the Painter's Merit In every Limb you may discern a Spirit In ev'ry Tint there is a kind of Tone The sharp Lights shriek the heavy Shadows groan The Friend 's adjur'd and the great Work is done A Battel supposed by Le Brun. EPIG CI. GReat Clouds of Smoke and Dust obscure the Sky And in the Air torn Plumes of Feathers fly How hard those Troops do press upon their Foes How hot their Fury and how thick their blows Many you see besmear'd with Blood and Dust Fall to the Ground by fatal Cut or Thrust There one with lift-up Arm and high-rais'd Crest Doth signalize himself above the rest That Gallant Chief with Truncheon in his hand Like Lightning flies about to give Command But yonder Slave with one Hand 'fore his Eyes Turning the inside tow'rds his Enemies And t'other backward drawn a chilness feels And does declare his Heart is in his heels There you see wand'ring Rivulets of Blood The Vanquish'd dying in a sullen mood Men Horses Arms confounded and in heaps Death no Decorum in a Battel keeps And at a distance almost out of sight You see the horror of a Rout and Flight Whether Le Brun the Battel were well fought I know not but I see it here well wrought The Effigies of Sebastian Serle a famous Architect by Titian EPIG CII THE Chizzel to the Pencil did submit And a great Builder for his Picture sit Wise Titian to express this Master's Face Takes Strength from Angelo from Raphael Grace A Justness in his Draught you plainly see And that accompani'd with Majesty Great is his management of Light and Shade His Colours charming bright and never fade None equals Titian Titian I tell ye Thou wert a Painter in thy Mother's Belly The three Graces by Tintoret EPIG CIII EACH of these Virgins as appears Is in the Flower of her years Each naked chearful fair and kind And hand in hand t' each other join'd Whom Nature makes such pretty Lasses Thou Tint'ret turnest into Graces The Resurrection by Lucas Van Leyd EPIG CIV O Matchless Lucas great was thy intention To chuse a Subject of so large dimension Invention Drawing Colouring every Part Of Painting shews thee here a Man of Art On this side Bliss and Glory strike the Eye On that Confusion Wo and Misery Gruppas of blessed Saints and Angels here Knots of curs'd Devils and damn'd Sinners there Seldom or never did the Curious see Of Shape and Posture such variety Thy Daemons are not heavy Flesh and Blood No they are sprightly better understood But vainly their Activity is given ' Less by thy Hell to Heaven thou art driven Prometheus by Titian EPIG CV SEE here Prometheus once a Man of Art Daring in 's way for which he now doth smart A Vulture preys upon the Artist's Liver A Spectacle that makes the Heart to quiver So painted that it 's plain Celestial Fire With vital Heat the Portrait doth inspire The Painter follows bold Prametheus near Yet is secure has no just cause to fear The Vulture preys on him alone of late Whose Figures are dull and inanimate Coronation of Roxana by Raphael EPIG CVI. THIS Beauty naked sits upon a Bed Cupids her Sandals tie and dress her Head The gallant Son of Philip doth present A Royal Crown with hon'rable intent The Youth at distance very bright and blooming Is Hymen God of Marriage hither coming He eyes the King and pointing with his Finger To fair Roxana bids him not to linger Remoter Distance doth a Prospect yield Of Boys in Troops some carrying his Shield Others in pretty Postures do advance Bearing his Breast-plate Helmet or his Lance. One looks upon the shining Arms and simpers Another sinks under his Load and whimpers Here all the Charms of naked Limbs you see But no Vncleanness no Obscenity The Pen here to the Pencil yields the Glory Raphael surpasses Lucian in this Story * St. Paul baptized by Peter of Cortona EPIG CVII SAVL to Damascus riding with intent To vex and persecute the Innocent Hears a strange Voice that doth him much appal And from his Horse he suddenly doth fall Afterwards Baptization him doth purge Is dipt a Saul but doth a Paul emerge The Saint is rebaptiz'd and doth revive For in thy Table Peter he doth live The Judgment of Paris by Rubens EPIG CVIII THREE Goddesses for Beauty here contend And Paris to the Strife must put an end He stares like one that never saw before Such Nudities and Graces in such store Having survey'd and try'd them by due light Finds Juno stately Pallas streight and tight But Venus fair sweet delicate and bright To Venus therefore do et adjudg the Ball And by this Judgment he will stand and fall Let Envy Fury Malice do their worst Rubens confirms it ne'r to be reverst The Fortune of the Court by Pelegrin the Bononian EPIG CIX IN this large Table you behold the sport Of the revolving and inconstant Court See there a Man whom People now berogue The same was t'other day the most in vogue There one in Pomp and State aloft doth sit And he that rais'd him 's fall'n into a Pit Another as at Bowls in little space Strikes out the best at Mark and lies in 's place That Beautefeu to raise Rebellion strains And hazards his hot Head for want of Brains Blind Fortune here doth Parasites advance And Worth is crush'd on purpose