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Or, if you needs must write, write Cæsar's praise,
fierce, With arms,
and George , and Brunswick crowd the verse, Rend with tremendous found your ears afunder, With gun, drum, trumpet , blunderbuss, and thun. Or nobly wild, with Budgel's fire and force, (der) Paint Angels trembling round his falling horse:
F. Then all your Muse's softer art display,
P. Alas! few verses touch their nicer ear;
F. Better be Cibber , I'll maintain it still,
P. What should ail 'em ? F. A hundred smart in Timon and in Balaam : The fewer still you name , you wound the more : Bond is but one, but Harpax is a score.
P. Each mortal has his pleasure : none deny
F-loves the senate, Hockley-hole his brother,
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet; I only wear it in a land of hectors, Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers and directors. Save but our army! and let Jove incrust Swords , pikes , and guns, with everlasting rust! Peace is my dear delight not Fleury's more : But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage,
Then, learned Sir! ( to cut the matter short )
F. Alas , young man! your days can ne'er be long;
P. What ? arm’d for virtue when I point the pen; Brand.the bold front of shameless guilty inen; Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car ; Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star; Can there be wanting , to defend her cause, Lights of the church; or guardians of the laws ?
Could pension’d Boileau lash in honest train Flatt'rers and bigots ev’n in Louis' reign? Could Laureate Dryden pimp and fry’r engage', Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage? And I not ftrip the gi!ding off a knave, Unplac'd, unpension’d, no man's heir, or save ? I will, cr perish in the gen'rous cause : Hear this, and tremble! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit , to his grave. To virtue only and her friends a friend, The world beside may murmur, or commend. Know, all the distant din-that world can keep, Rolls o'er my grotto , and but sooths iny Neep. There, my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place. There , St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of foul : And he, whose lightning pierc'd th’Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines, Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain, Alinoît as quickly as he conquer'd Spain.
Envy must own, I live among the great, No pimp of pleasure, and no spy of state, With eyes that pry not, tongue that ne'er repeats, Fond to spread friendships, but to cover heats; To help who want, to forward who excel; This, all who know me, know; who love me, tell; And who unknown defame me, let them be Scriblers or peers, alike are mob to me. This is my plea, on this I rest
What faith my council, learned in the laws ?
F. Your plea is good; but still I say, beware!
- to have a care.
have it - read,