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But lo! the fatal Victor of Mankind, Swoln Luxury ! -pale Ruin stalks behind ! As countless Insects from the north-east pour, 395 To blast the Spring, and ravage ev'ry flow'r: So barb'rous Millions fpread contagious death : The fick’ning Laurel wither'd at their breath. Deep Superstition's night the skies o'erhung, Beneath whose baleful. dews the Poppy sprung. 400 No longer Genius woo'd the Nine to love, But Dulness nodded in the Muse's grove:: Wit, Spirit, Freedom, were the fole offence, Nor aught was held so dangerous as Sense.
At length, again fair Science shot her
405 Dawn'd in the skies, and spoke returning day. Now, SATIRE, triumph o'er thy flying foe, Now load thy quiver, string thy flackend bow! 'Tis done - See, great ERASMUS breaks the spell, And wounds triumphant Folly in her Cell ! 410 (In vain the solemn Cowl surrounds her face, Vain all her bigot cant, her four grimace) With shame compelld her leaden throne to quit, And own the force of Reason urg'd by Wit. 414
'Twas then plain Donne in honest vengeance rose, His Wit harmonious, tho' his Rhyme was prose:
He ʼmidst an Age of Puns and Pedants wrote
¿ Yet scarce had SATIRE well resum'd her flame,
Ill-fated DRYDEN! who unmoy'd can see Th'extremes of wit and meannefs join'd in Thee. Flames that could mount, and gain their kindred skies, Low-creeping in the putrid sink of vice:
436 A Mufe whom Wisdom woo'd, but woo'd in vain, The Pimp of Pow'r, the Proftitute to Gain: Wreaths, that should deck fair Virtue's form alone, To Strumpets, Traitors, Tyrants, vilely thrown: 440
Unrival'd Parts, the scorn of honeft fame;
More happy France : immortal BOILĖ AU there? Supported Genius with a Sage's care : Him with her love propitious SATIRE bleft, 445 And breath'd her airs divine into his breast: Fancy and Sense to form his line conspire, And faultless Judgment guides the purest Fire . . ,
When But see, at length, the British Genius smile, And show'r her bounties o'er her favour'd Isle: 450 Behold for Pope she twines the laurel crown, And centers ev'ry Poet's pow'r in one: Each Roman's force adorns his various page; Gay smiles, collected ftrengthy and manly rage. Despairing Guilt and Dulness loath the fight, ; 455 As Spectres vanish at approaching light: In this clear Mirror with delight we view Each image justly fine, and boldly true: Here Vicę, dragg'd forth by Truth's supreme decree, Beholds and hates her own deformity : 460 While self-feen Virtue in the faithful line With modest joy surveys her form divine. But oh, what thoughts, what numbers shall I find, But faintly to express the Poet's mind!
Who yonder Star's effulgence can display, 465
But Genius, fir'd by Truth's eternal ray, 491
Ye deathless Names, ye Sons of endless praise, By Virtue crown'd with never-fading bays ! 510 Say, shall an artless Muse, if you inspire, Light her pale lamp at your immortal fire ? Or if, O WARBURTON, inspir'd by You, The daring Muse a nobler path pursue,