T O 



M R - J E R V A S, 



WITH 

 FRESNOY's ART OF PAINTING, 



Tranflated by Mr. D R Y D E N. * 



THIS verfe be thine, my friend, nor thou refufe 

 This, from no venal or ungrateful Mufe. 

 Whether thy hand flrike out fome free defign, 

 Where life awakes, and dawns at every line - y 

 Or blend in beauteous tints the colour'd mafs, 

 And from the canvas call the mimic face : 

 Read thefe inftructive leaves, in which confpire 

 FRESNOY'S clofe Art, and DRYDEN'S native fire j 

 And reading wifh, like theirs, our fate and fame, 

 So mix'd our fludies, and fo join'd our name ; 

 Like them to mine through long-fucceeding age, 

 So juft thy fkill, fo regular my rage. 



Smit with the love of Sifter- Arts we came, 

 .And met congenial, mingling flame with flame; 

 .Like friendly colours found them both unite, 

 .And each from each contract new ftrength and light. 

 How oft in pleafing talks we wear the day, 

 While Summer funs roll unperceiv'd away? 

 How oft our flowly-growing works impart, 

 While images reflect from art to art ? 



A a How 



* Firft printed in 1717* 



