In mirth be temp'rate, temp'rate in her spleen;
Nor, while she preaches modesty, obscene. 260
Deep let her wound, not rankle to a sore,
Nor call his Lordship —~, her Grace a --:
The Muse's charms resistless then assail,
When wrapt in Irony's transparent veil :
Her beauties half conceal’d, the more surprise, 265
And keener lustre sparkles in her eyes.
Then be your line with sharp encomiums grac'd :
Style Clodius honourable, Bufa chaste.

Dart not on Folly an indignant eye:
Whoe'er discharg’d Artillery on a Fly? 270
Deride not Vice: Absurd the thought and vain,
To bind the Tiger in so weak a chain.
Nay more: when flagrant crimes your laughter move,
The Knave exults : to smile is to approve.
The Muse's labour then success shall crown, 275
When Folly feels her smile, and Vice her frown.

Know next what Measures to each Theme belong, And suit your thoughts and numbers to your song : On wing proportion’d to your quarry rise, And stoop to earth, or soar among the skies. 280 Thus when a modish folly you rehearse, Free the expression, simple be the verse.. In artless numbers paint th' ambitious Peer That mounts the box, and shines a Charioteer : In strains familiar sing the midnight toil 285 Of Camps and Senates disciplin’d by Hoyle ; Patriots and Chiefs, whose deep design invades And carries off the captive King--of Spades! Let SATIRE here in milder vigour shine, And gaily graceful sport along the line ; 290

Bid courtly fashion quit her thin pretence,
And smile each Affectation into sense.

Not so when Virtue by her Guards betray’d,
Spurn’d from her Throne, implores the Muse's aid :
When crimes, which erst in kindred darkness lay,
Rise frontless, and insult the eye of day; 296
Indignant Hymen veils his hallow'd fires,
And white-rob’d Chastity with tears retires ;
When rank Adultery on the genial bed
Hot from Cocytus rears her baleful head : 300
When private Faith and public Trust are sold,
And Traitors barter Liberty for Gold:
When fell Corruption dark and deep, like fate,
Saps the foundation of a sinking State :
When Giant-Vice and Irreligion rise,

305 On mountain'd falsehoods to invade the skies : Then warmer numbers glow thro’ SATIRE's page, And all her smiles are darken'd into rage: On eagle-wing she gains Parnassus' height, Not lofty Epic soars a nobler flight:

310 Then keener indignation fires her eye; Then flash her lightnings, and her thunders fly; Wide and more wide her flaming bolts are hurld, Till all her wrath involves the guilty World.

Yet SATIRE oft assumes a gentler mien, 315 And beams on Virtue's friends a smile serene :: She wounds reluctant; pours her balm with joy; Glad to commend where Worth attracts her eye. But chief, when Virtue, Learning, Arts decline, She joys to see unconquer'd merit shine; 320 Where bursting glorious, with departing ray, True Genius gilds the close of Britain's day:

With joy she sees the stream of Roman art
From MURRAY's tongue flow purer to the heart: .
Sees YORKE to Fame, ere yet to Manhood known,
And just to ev'ry Virtue but his own : 326
Hears unstain'd Cam with gen'rous pride proclaim
A SAGE's, CRITIC's, and a Poets name :
Behold, where WIDCOMBE's happy hills ascend,
Each orphan'd Art and Virtue find a friend : 330
To Hagley's honour'd Shade directs her view;
And culls each flow'r, to form a Wreath for You..

Buttread with cautious step this dangerous ground,
Beset with faithless, precipices round :
Truth be your guide: disdain Ambition's call; 335
And if you fall with Truth, you greatly fall.
'Tis Virtue's native lustre that must shine;
The Poet can but set it in his line : .
And who unmov'd with laughter can behold
A sordid pebble meanly grac'd with gold? 340
Let real Merit then adorn your lays,
For shame attends on prostituted praise :
And all your wit, your most distinguish'd art,
But makes us grieve you want an honest heart.

Nor think the Muse by SATIRE's Law confin’d: She yields description of the noblest kind. 346 Inferior art the Landscape may design, And paint the purple ev’ning in the line : Her daring thought essays a higher plan; . Her hand delineates Passion, pictures Man. 350 And great the toil, the latent soul to trace, To paint the heart, and catch internal grace; By turns bid Vice or Virtue strike our eyes, Now bid a Wolsey, or a Cromwell rise ;

Now with a touch more sacred and refin’d, 355
Call forth a CHESTERFIELD's or LONSDALE's mind.
Here sweet or strong may ev'ry Colour flow :
Here let the pencil warm, the canvas glow :
Of light and shade provoke the noble strife,
And wake each striking feature into life.

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VOL. III.

PART III.

THROUGH Ages thus has SATIRE keenly shin'd, The Friend to Truth, to Virtue, and Mankind : Yet the bright flame from Virtue ne'er had sprung, And Man was guilty ere the Poet sung. This Muse in silence joy'd each better Age, 365 Till glowing crimes had wak'd her into rage. Truth saw her honest spleen with new delight, And bade her wing her shafts, and urge their flight. First on the Sons of Greece she prov'd her art, And Sparta felt the fierce IAMBIC dart. 370 To LATIUM next, avenging SATIRE flew : The flaming faulchion rough LUCILIUso drew; With dauntless warmth in Virtue's cause engag'd, And conscious Villains trembled as he rag'd.

Then sportive HORACE caught the gen'rous fire ; For SATÍRE’s bow resign’d the sounding lyre: 376 Each arrow polish'd in his hand was seen, And, as it grew more polish’d, grew more keen. His art conceal'd in study'd negligence, Politely sly, cajold the foes of sense : 380

NOTES. 1 “ Archilochum proprio rabies armavit Iambo. Hor. * “Ense velut stricto quoties Lucilius ardens Infremuit, rubet auditor, cui frigida mens est Criminibus, tacita sudant præcordia culpa.” Juv. S. i. 3 « Omne vafer vitium ridenti Flaccus amico Tangit, et admissus circum præcordia ludit, Callidus excusso populum suspendere naso."-Pers. S. i.