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witH THE LIFE of THE AUTHoR. . . . .
PRINTED For BENJAMIN JoHNson, No. 31, &
TO DR. ARBUTHNOT:
PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES,
To the First Publication of this Ehistle.
any years since, and drawn up by snatches as the to several occasions offered. I had no thoughts of pu: blishing it, till it pleased some persons of rank and fortune [the authors of Verses to the Imitator of Horace, and of an Epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton-Court] to attack, in a very o, extraordinary manner, not only my writings, (of ‘’’ which being public, the public is judge,) but my per3 son, morals and family, whereof, of those who know 3 me not, a truer information may be requisite. Being divided between the necessity to say something of myself, and my own laziness to undertake so awkward
a task, I thought it the shortest way to put the last hand to this Epistle. If it have any thing pleasing it will be that by which I am the most desirous to please, the truth and the sentiment; and if any thing offensive, it will be only to those I am least sorry to offend, the vicious or the ungenerous. Many will know their own pictures in it, there being not a circumstance but what is true: but I have, for the most part, spared their names, and they may escape being laughed at if they please. I would have some of them know it was owing to the request of the learned and candid friend to whom it is inscribed, that I make not as free use of theirs as they have done of mine. However, I shall have this advantage and honour on my side, that whereas, by their proceeding, any abuse may be directed at . any man, no injury can possibly be done by mine, since a nameless character can never be found out but by its truth and likeness, P.
P. SHUT, shut the door, good John fatigu'd, I
Tie up the knocker; say I’m sick, I’m dead.
What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide?
| No place is sacred, not the church is free ;
Ev’n Sunday shines no sabbath day to me:
Is there a parson much bemus’d in beer, 15