Montibus impofitas, et % barbara regna, tuisque vum k Carmen majeftas recipit tua; nec meus audet Rem tentare pudor, quam vires ferre recusent $edulitas autem ftulte, quem diligit, urget; Praecipue cum se numeris commendat et arte, Discit enim citius, meminitque libentius illud Quod quis " deridet, quam quod probat et veneratur. Nil moror officium, quod me gravat: ac neque site VIR. 405. And I'm not «s'd to Panegyrie Arains;] ArchSifhop Tillotfon hath 'faid, " That Tatire and invective were the a çafieft kind of wit, because almost any degree of it will-ferve « to abuse and find fault. For wit (fays he) is a keen inftru“ ment, and every one can cut and gath with it. But to carve a beautful image and polish 'it, requires great art and “ dexterity. To praise any thing well, is an argument of is much more wit than to abuse: a little .wit, and a great deal " of ill-nature, will furnish a man for satire, but the greateft * inftame of wit is to commend-well.” Thus far this candid Prelate. And I, in my turn, might as well say, that Satire was the most difficult, and Panegyrick the most easy thing in nature; How 8 barb'rous rage subsided at your word, mediation own, 410 There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. for that any barber-surgeon can, curl and save, and give cofa metic washes for the skin; but it requires the abilities of an Anatomift to diffect and lay open the whole interior of the human frame. But the truth is, these fimilitudes prove nothing, but the good fancy, or the ill judgment of the user. The one is just as easy to do ill, and as difficult to do well as the other. In ous Author's Elay on the Characters of Men, the Encomium on Lord Cobham, and the satire on Lord Wharton, are the equal efforts of the same great genius. There is one advantage indeed is Satire over Panegyric, which every body has taken notice of, that it is more readily received; but this does not shew that it is more easily written, In pejus, vultu proponi cereus usquam, If true, aowoful likeness; and if lyes, 415 (Like o Journals, Odes, and such forgotten things As Eusden, Philip, Settle, writ of Kings) Cloath fpice, line trunks, or flutt’ring in a row, Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho. |