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CON TEN TS.
Glory and Fear of Shame universal, x 29. This Pasion, implanted in Man as a Spur to Virtue, is generally perverted, x 41. And thus becomes the Occasion of the greatest Follies, Vices, and Miseries, x 61. It is the Work of Satire to rectify this Pafion, to reduce it to its proper Channel, and to convert it into an Incentive to Wifdom and Virtue, ý 89. Hence it appears
that Satire may influence those who defy all Laws Human and Divine, * 99. An objection answered, * 131.
PART II. Rules for the Conduct of Satire. Justice and Truth its chief and essential Property, Ý 169. Prudence in the Application of Wit and Ridicule, whose Province is, not to explore unknown, but to enforce known Truths, ¥ 191. Proper Subjects of Satire are the Manners of present times, * 239. Decency of Expresion recommended, x 255. The different Methods in which Folly and Vice ought to be chastised, x 269. The Variety of Style and Manner which these two Subjects require, x 277. The Praise of Virtue may be admitted with Propriety, ý 315. Caution with regard to Panegyrick, x 329. The Dignity of true Sa
tire, X 341.
PART III. The History of Satire. Roman Satirists, Lucilius, Horace, Persius, Juvenal, Ý 357, etc. Causes of the Decay of Literature, particularly of Satire, Ý 389. Revival of Satire, x 401. Erasmus one of its principal Restorers, x 405. Donne, Ý 411. The Abuse of Satire in England, during the licentious Reign of Charles II. Ý 415. Dryden, x 429. The true Ends of Satire pursued by Boileau in France, x 439; and by Mr. Pope in England, x 445.
Ρ Α R T
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, lull'd in rest profound, (Unconscious Britain !) Numbers o'er her wound. Exulting Dulness ey'd the setting Light, And flapp'd her wing, impatient for the Night: Rouz’d at the signal, Guilt collects her train, And counts the Triumphs of her growing Reign: With inextinguishable rage they burn; 11 And Snake-hung Envy hisses o'er his Urn: Th'envenom’d Monster fpit their deadly foam, To blast the Laurel that surrounds his Tomb.
But You, O WARBURTON! whose Can see the greatness of an honest mind;
Can fee each Virtue and each Grace unite,
pour new Lustre on the glowing Line.
In ev'ry Breast there burns an active flame, The Love of Glory, or the Dread of Shame: 30 The Passion One, tho' various it appear, As brighten’d into Hope, or dimm'd by Fear. The lisping Infant, and the hoary Sire, And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire: The Charms of Praise the Coy, the Modest wooe, 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 Scepter and the Spade. 40
Thus Heav’n in Pity wakes the friendly Flame, To urge
Mankind on Deeds that merit Fame: But Man, vain Man, in folly only wise, Rejects the Manna sent him from the Skies: With rapture hears corrupted Passion's call, 45 Still proudly prone to mingle with the stall. As each deceitful shadow tempts his view, He for the imag'd Substance quits the true; Eager to catch the visionary Prize, In quest of Glory plunges deep in Vice; 50 'Till madly zealous, impotently vain, He forfeits ev'ry Praise he pants to gain.
Thus still imperious Nature plies her part ; 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 force The Passions rage, obstructed in their course; Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore, And drown those Virtues which they fed before.