PART III.

The History of Satire. "Roman Satirists, Lucilius, Horace, Per

sius, Juvenal, Ver. 357, &c. Causes of the Decay of Literature, particularly of Satire, Ver. 389. Retiral of Satire, Ver. 401. Erasmus one of its principal Restorers, Ver. 405. Donne, Ver. 411, The Abuse of Satire in England, during the licentious Reign of Charles II. Ver. 415. Dryden, 429. The true Ends of Satire pursued by Boileau in France, Ver. 439;, and by Mr. Pope in England, Ver. 445.

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Fate gave the word; the cruel arrow sped; And Pope lies number'd with the mighty Dead ! Resign'd he fell; superior to the dart, That quench'd its rage in Yours and BRITAIN'S

Heart: You mourn : but Britain, lulld in rest profound, (Unconscious BRITAIN !) slumbers o'er her wound. Exulting Dulness ey'd the setting Light, And flapp'd her wing, impatient for the Night: Rous'd at the signal, Guilt collects her train, And counts the triumphs of her growing Reign: 10 With inextinguishable rage they burn; And snake-hung Envy hisses o'er his Urn: Th’envenom'd Monsters spit their deadly foam, To blast the Laurel that surrounds his Tomb.

But You, O WARBURTON ! whose eye refin’d 15 Can see the greatness of an honest mind; Can see each Virtue and each Grace unite, And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight; You visit oft his awful Page with Care,

19 And view that bright Assemblage treasur'd there; You trace the Chain that links his deep design, And pour new Lustre on the glowing Line. Yet deign to hear the efforts of a Muse, Whose eye, not wing, his ardent flight pursues : Intent from this great Archetype to draw

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Pleas'd if from hence th’unlearn'd may comprehend, And rev’rence His and SATIRE's gen'rous End.ho

In ev'ry breast there burns an active flame, The love of Glory, or the dread of Shame : The Passion One, tho' various it

appear, As brighten’d into Hope, or dimm’d by Fear! : ''T The lisping Infant, and the hoary Sire, And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire : The charms of Praise the Coy, the Modest woo, 35 And only fly, that Glory may pursue : She, Pow'r resistless, rules the wise and great ; Bends ev'n reluctant Hermits at her feet; Haunts the proud City, and the lowly Shade, And sways

alike the Sceptre and the Spade. 1940 Thus Heav’n in Pity wakes the friendly Flame, To urge Mankind on Deeds that merit Fame: A But Man, vain Man, in folly only wise, With rapture hears corrupted Passion's call, 1045 Still proudly prone to mingle with the stall.wyd As each deceitful shadow tempts his view, sah sil He for the imag'd Substance quits the true ; Eager to catch the visionary Prize,

11 oT In quest of Glory, plunges deep in vice; dis? 50 Till madly zealous, impotently vain, *>!: ot nad He forfeits ev'ry Praise he pants to gain.

Thus still imperious NATURE plies her part,v And still her dictates work in ev'ry heart.). Each Pow'r' that sov'reign Nature bids enjoy, 55 Man may corrupt, but Man can ne'er destroy: Like mighty rivers, with resistless forced art? The Passions rage, obstructed in their course;

Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore,
And drown those Virtues which they fed before, 60

And sure, the deadliest Foe to Virtue's flame,
Our worst of Evils, is perverted shame.
Beneath this load what abject numbers groan,
Th’entangled Slaves to folly not their own!
Meanly by fashionable fear oppress’d,

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We seek our Virtues in each other's breast;
Blind to ourselves, adopt each foreign Vice,
Another's weakness, intrest, or caprice.
Each Fool to low Ambition, poorly great,
That pines in splendid wretchedness of state, 70
Tir'd in the treach'rous Chace, would nobly yield,
And, but for shame, like SYLLA, quit the field :
The demon Shame paints strong the ridicule,
And whispers close,

“ The World will call you Fool.” Behold yon Wretch, by impious fashion driv’n, 75 Believes and trembles while he scoffs at Heav'n. By weakness strong, and bold through fear alone, He dreads the sneer by shallow coxcombs thrown; Dauntless pursues the path Spinoza trod; To Man a Coward, and a Brave to God. 80 ( Faith, Justice, Heav'n itself now quit their hold, When to false Fame the captiv'd heart is sold

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IMITATIONS.
Ver. 80, To Man a Coward, &c.]

“ Vois tu ce Libertin en public intrepide,
Qui preche contre un Dieu que dans son Ame il croit ?
Il iroit embrasser la Verité, qu'il voit ;
Mais de ses faux Amis il craint la Raillerie,
Et ne brave ainsi Dieu que par Poltronnerie."

Boileau, Ep. ii.
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Hence, blind to truth, relentless Cato died ; 12 V
Nought could subdue his Virtue, but his Pride 2
Hence chaste Lucretia’s Innocence betray'd 2 1 85
Fell by that Honour which was meant its aid..
Thus Virtue sinks beneath unnumber'd woes, - IT
When Passions, borne her friends, revolt her foes,T

Hence SATIRE's pow'r : 'tis her corrective part,
To calm the wild disorders of the heart. 7: 1790
She points the arduous height where Glory lies, r
And teaches mad Ambition to be wise :
In the dark bosom wakes the fair desire,
Draws good from ill, a brighter flame from fire;13
Strips black Oppression of her gay disguise, 95
And bids the Hag in native horror rise ;
Ştrikes tow'ring Pride, and lawless Rapine dead, 1!
And plants the wreath on Virtue’s awful head.

Nor boasts the Muse à vain imagin'd pow'r, Tho' oft she mourn those ills she cannot cure. 100 The Worthy court her, and the Worthless fear:: 1 Who shun her piercing eye, that eye revere. Her awful voice the Vain and Vile obey, And ev'ry foe to Wisdom feels her

sway. Smarts, Pedants, as she smiles, no more are vain ; Desponding Fops resign the clouded cane : 1106 Hush'd at her voice, pert Folly's self is still, mali And Dulness wonders while she drops her quill.-)) Like the arm'd BEE, with art most subtly true, ek 'I From pois'nous Vice she draws a healing dew: 110

IMITATIONS. o Ver. 110. From pois' nous l'ice, &c.] Alluding to these lines of Mr. Pope;

“In the nice Bee what Art so subtly true
From pois'nous Herbs extracts a healing Dew?uisd