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Not so when Virtue by her Guards betray'd, Spurn’d from her Throne, implores the Muse's aid: When crimes, which erst in kindred darkness lay, Rise frontless, and insult the eye of day;
296 Indignant Hymen veils his hallow'd fires, And white-rob’d Chastity with tears retires ; When rank Adultery on the genial bed Hot from Cocytus rears her baleful head':
300 When private Faith and publick Trust are sold, And Traitors barter Liberty for gold: When fell Corruption dark and deep, like fate, Saps the Foundation of a sinking State : When Giant-Vice and Irreligion rife, 305 On mountain'd falfe-hoods to invade the Skies: Then warmer numbers glow thro'SATIRE's page, And all her friles are darken'd into rage :
On eagle-wing the gains Parnasus' height,
Yet SATIRE oft assumes a gentler mien, 315 And beams on Virtue's friends a smile serene: She wounds reluctant; pours her balm with joy ; Glad to commend where Worth attracts her eye. But chief, when Virtue, Learning, Arts decline, She joys to see-unconquer'd Merit shine ;
320 Where bursting glorious, with departing ray, True Genius gilds the close of Britain's Day: With joy she sees the stream of Roman art From Murray's tongue Aow purer to the heart : Sees YORKE to Fame, e'er yet to Manhood known, And just to ev'ry virtue, but his own:
326 Hearš unstain’d Cam with generous pride proclaim A SAGE's, CRITIC's, and a Poet's name : Beholds, where WIDCOMBE’s happy hills ascend, Each orphan'd Art and Virtue find a friend :
330 To HAGLEY's honour'd Shade directs her view; And culls each flow'r, to form a Wreath for You.
But tread with cautious step this dang’rous ground, Beset with faithless precipices round:
Truth be your guide: disdain Ambition's call; 335 And if you fall with Truth, you greatly fall. 'Tis Virtue's native luftre that must shine; "The Poet 'can but set it in his line: And who unmov’d with laughter can behold A sordid pebble meanly grac'd with gold ?
340 Let real Merit then adorn your lays, For Shame attends on prostituted praise : And all your wit, your most distinguish'd art But makes us grieve you want an honest heart.
Nor think the Muse by SATIRE's Law confin'd: She yields description of the noblest kind. Inferior art the Landskip may design, And paint the purple ev’ning in the line : Her daring thoug it effays a higher plan; Her hand delineates Paffion, pictures Man. 350 And great the toil, the latent soul to trace, To paint the heart, and catch internal grace ; By turns bid Vice or Virtue strike our eyes, Now bid a Wolsey or a Cromwel rise; Now with a touch more sacred and refin'd,
355 Call forth a CHESTERFIELD's or LONSDALE's mind, Here sweet or strong may ev'ry Colour flow: Here let the pencil warm, the canvass glow : Of light and shade provoke the noble strife, And wake each striking feature into life, 360
HRO? Ages thus hath Satire keenly shin'd,
The Friend to Truth, to Virtue, and Mankind: Yet the bright flame from Virtue ne'er had sprung, And Man was guilty ere the Poet sung. This Muse in filence joy'd each better Age, 365 Till glowing crimes had wak'd her into rage. Truth saw her honest spleen with new delight, And bade her wing her shafts, and urge their flight,
. First on the Sons of Greece the prov'd her art, And Sparta felt the fierce IAMBICK darta. -370 To Latium next, avenging Satire flew : The flaming faulchion rough LUCILIUS 6 drew; With dauntless warmth in Virtue's cause engag'd, And conscious Villains trembled as he rag'd.
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Then fportive HORACE caught the gen'rous fire; For SATire's bow resign'd the sounding lyre: 376 Each arrow polish'd in his hand was seen, And, as it grew more polish'd, grew more keen. His art, conceal'd in study'd negligence, Politely. Ay, cajold the foes of fense: 38@ He seem'd to sport and trifle with the dart, But while he sported, drove it to the heart.
In graver ftrains majestick Persius wrote, Big with a ripe exuberance of thought: Greatly sedáte, contemnd a Tyrant's reign, 385 And lash'd corruption with a calm disdain.
More ardent eloquence, and boundless rage,
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Tangit, et admiffus circum præcordia ludit,