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Rules for the Conduct of Satire. Justice and Truth
its chief and essential Property, x 169. Prudence in
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. Ý 415. Dryden, *429. The true Ends of Satire pursued by Boileau in France, $ 439; and by Mr Pope in England,
P A R T I.
VATE 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, lull'd 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 blaft the Laurel that surrounds his Tomb.
But You, O WARBURTON! whose eye refin'd 15 Can see the greatness of an honest mind; Can fee each Virtue and each Grace unite, And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight;
You visit oft his awful Page with Care,
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, 35 And only fly, that Glory may pursue : She, Pow'r refiftless, rules the wife 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.
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 sov’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 fure, the deadliest Foe to Virtue's Aame,
65 We seek our Virtues in each other's breast;