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CON TEN T S.
Glory and Fear of Shame universal, y 29. This Paffion, 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, $61. It is the work of Satire to rectify this Pasfron, to reduce it to its proper Channel, and to convert it into an Incentive to Wisdom and Virtue, $ 89. Hence it appears, that Satire may influence those who defy all Laws Human and Divine, x 99. An Objection answered, 131.
its chief and essential Property, 169. Prudence in
The different Methods in which Folly and Vice ought to be chastised, $ 269. The Variety of Style and Munner which these two Subjects require, Ý 277.
The Praise of Virtue may be admitted with Propriety, Ý 315. Caution with regard to Panegyrick, x 329. The Dignity of true Satire, x 341.
PART III. The History of Satire, Roman Satirists, Lucilius,
Horace, Persius, Juvenal, 357, etc. Causes of the Decay of Literature, particularly of Satire, * 389. Revival of Satire, x 401. Erasmus one of its principal Restorers, * 405. Donne, x 411. The Abuse of Satire in England, during the licentious Reign of Charles II. 415. Dryden, *429. The true Ends of Satire pursued by Boileau in France, * 439; and by Mr Pope in England, 445.
P A R T I.
ATE 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 Your's and BRITAIN'S
Heart: You mourn: but BRITAIN, lulld in rest profound, (Unconscious Britain !) slumbers o'er her wound. 6 Exulting Dulness ey'd the setting Light, And Aapp'd her wing, impatient for the Night : Rouz’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,
25 SATIRE's bright Form, and fix her equal Law; Pleas'd if from hence th’unlearn'd may comprehend, And rey'rence His and SATIRE's gen'rous End.
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 lifping Infant, and the hoary Sire, And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire : The Charms of Praise the Coy, the Modest wooe, 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 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,
Thus still imperious NATURE plies her part; And still her Dictates work in ev'ry heart. Each Pow'r that fov'reign Nature bids enjoy, 55 Man may corrupt, but Man can ne'er destroy. Like mighty rivers, with resistless force The Paffions 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 Aame,
65 We seek our Virtues in each other's breast;