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Blind to ourselves, adopt each foreign Vice,
Another's weakness, int'reft, or caprice.
Each Fool to low Ambition, poorly great,
That pines in fplendid wretchedness of state, 70
Tir'd in the treach'rous Chase, would nobly yield,
And, but for Shame, like Sylla, quit the field :
The Dæmon Shame paints strong the ridicule,
And whispers close, “the World will call you Fool.

Behold, yon Wretch, by impious fashion driv'n, 75 Believes and trembles while he scoffs at Heav'n. By weakness strong, and bold thro' fear alone, He dreads the fncer by shallow Coxcombs thrown; Dauntless pursues the path Spinozå trod; To Man a Coward, and a Brave to God. 80

Faith, Justice, Heav'n itself now quit their hold, When to false Fame the captiv'd heart is fold:

IMITATIONS.

VER. 80. T. Man a Coward, etc.)

Vois сe Libertin en public intrepide,
Qui preche contre un Dieu que dans fon Ame il croit ?
Il iroit embraffer la Verité, qu'il voit ;
Mais de ses faux Amis il craint la Raillerie,
Et ne brave ainsi Dieu que par Poltronnerie.

BOILEAU, Ep. iji.

Hence, blind to truth, relentless Cato dy'd ; Nought could subdue his Virtue, but his Pride. Hence chaste Lucretia’s Innocence betray'd 85 Fell by that Honour which was meant its aid. Thus Virtue finks beneath unnumber'd woes, When Paffions, born her friends, revolt her foes.

Hence SATIRE's pow'r: 'Tis her corrective part, To calm the wild disorders of the heart.

90 She points the arduous height where Glory lies, And teaches mad Ambition to be wife: In the dark bosom wakes the fair desire, Draws good from ill, a brighter flame from fire ; Strips black Oppreffion of her gay disguise, 95 And bids the Hag in native horror rise; Strikes tow'ring Pride and lawless Rapine dead, And plants the wreath on Virtue's awful head.

Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd Pow'r, Tho' oft the mourn those ills she cannot cure. 100 The Worthy court her, and the Worthless fear; Who fhun her piercing eye, that eye revere. Her awful Voice the Vain and Vile obey, And ev'ry Foe to Wisdom feels her sway. Smarts, Pedants, as she smiles, no more are vain; .105 Desponding Fops resign the clouded cane :

Hush'd at her voice, pert Folly's self is still,
And Dulness wonders while she drops her quill.
Like the arm's Bee, with art most subtly true,
From poys’nous Vice she draws a healing dew: 110
Weak are the ties that civil arts can find,
To quell the ferment of the tainted mind:
Cunning evades, securely wrapt in wiles ;
And force strong-finew'd rends th' unequal toils :
The stream of vice impetuous drives along, 115
Too deep for Policy, for Pow'r too strong.
Ev'n fair Religion, Native of the Skies,
Scorn'd by the Crowd, seeks refuge with the Wise ;
The Crowd with laughter spurns her awful train,
And Mercy courts, and Justice frowns in vain. 120
But Satire's shaft can pierce the harden'd breaft:
She plays a ruling passion on the rest :
Undaunted storms the batt'ry of his pride,
And awes the Brave that Earth and Heav'n defy’d.
When fell Corruption, by her vassals crown'd, 125
Derides fall’n Justice proftrate on the ground;

IMITATIONS,

Ver. 110. From poys'nous l'ice, etc) Alluding to these Lines of Mr Pope ;

In the nice Bee what Art fo subtly true
From poys'nous Herbs extracts a healing Dew ?

Swift to redress an injur’d People's groan,
Bold SATIRE shakes the Tyrant on her throne;
Pow'rful as Death, defies the fordid train,
And Slaves and Sycophants surround in vain. 130

But with the friends of Vice, the foes of SATIRE, All truth is spleen; all just reproof, Ill-nature.

Well may they dread the Muse's fatal skill ;
Well may they tremble when she draws her quill:-
Her magic quill, that, like ITHURIEL's spear, 135
Reveals the cloven hoof, or lengthen'd ear:
Bids Vice and Folly take their natural shapes,
Turns Duchesses to strumpets, Beaux to apes ;
Drags the vile Whisp'rer from his dark abode,
Till all the Dæmon starts up from the toad.

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O sordid maxim, form’d to screen the vile,
That true good-nature still must wear a smile!
In frowns array'd her beauties stronger rise,
When love of Virtue wakes her scorn of Vice :
Where Justice calls, 'tis Cruelty to save; 145
And 'tis the Law's good-nature hangs the Knave.
Who combats Virtue's foe is Virtue's friend :
Then judge of SATIRe’s merit by her end :

To Guilt alone her vengeance ftands confin'd,
The object of her love is all Mankind. 150
Scarce more the friend of Man, the wise must own
Ev'nALLEN's bounteous hand, than SATIRE's frown:
This to chastise, as That to bless, was giv'n;
Alike the faithful Ministers of Heav'n.

Oft in unfeeling hearts the shaft is spent : 155
Tho' strong th' example, weak the punishment.
They least are pain'd, who merit satire most;
Folly the Laureat's, Vice was Chartres' boast :
Then where's the wrong, to gibbet high the name
Of Fools and Knaves already dead to shame? 160
Oft SATIRE acts the faithful Surgeon's part;
Gen'rous and kind tho' painful is her art:
With caution bold, the only strikes to heal,
Tho' Folly raves to break the friendly steel.
Then sure no fault impartial SATIRE knows, 165
Kind ev’n in Vengeance, kind to Virtue's foes.
Whose is the crime, the scandal too be theirs :
The Knave and Fool are their own Libellers.

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