With rapture hears corrupted Paffion's call, Thus ftill imperious NATURE plies her part; 45 50 55 Man may corrupt, but Man can ne'er destroy, And fure, the deadlieft Foe to Virtue's flame, 65 70 Each Fool to low Ambition, poorly great, Behold yon Wretch, by impious fashion driv'n, 75 Believes and trembles while he fcoffs at Heav'n. By weakness strong, and bold thro' fear alone, He dreads the fneer by shallow Coxcombs thrown; Dauntless purfues the path Spinoza trod; To Man a Coward, and a Brave to God. Faith, Juftice, Heav'n itself now quit their hold, When to falfe Fame the captiv'd heart is sold: Hence, blind to truth, relentless Cato dy'd; Nought could fubdue his Virtue, but his Pride. IMITATIONS. VER. 80. To Man a Coward, etc.] "Vois tu ce Libertin en public intrepide, 80 Qui preche contre un Dieu que dans fon Ame il croit ? "Il iroit embraffer la Verité, qu'il voit; "Mais de fes faux Amis il craint la Raillerie, BOILEAU, Ep. iii. Hence chafte Lucretia's Innocence betray'd Fell by that Honour which was meant its aid. 85 90 Hence SATIRE's pow'r: 'Tis her corrective part, To calm the wild disorders of the heart. She points the arduous height where Glory lies, And teaches mad Ambition to be wife: In the dark bofom wakes the fair defire, Draws good from ill, a brighter flame from fire; Strips black Oppreffion of her gay difguife, And bids the Hag in native horror rife; Strikes tow'ring Pride and lawlefs Rapine dead, And plants the wreath on Virtue's awful head. Nor boafts the Mufe a vain imagin'd Pow'r, Tho' oft fhe mourn thofe ills fhe cannot cure. The Worthy court her, and the Worthlefs 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. 95 Smarts, Pedants, as fhe fmiles, no more are vain; 105 And Dulness wonders while fhe drops her quill. Like the arm'd BEE, with art most subtly true, From pois'nous Vice fhe draws a healing dew: 110 To quell the ferment of the tainted mind: 115 Scorn'd by the Crowd, feeks refuge with the Wife; And awes the Brave that Earth and Heav'n defy'd. IMITATIONS. 130 VER. 110. From pois'nous Vice, etc.] Alluding to these Lines of Mr. Pope; "In the nice Bee what Art so subtly true "From pois'nous Herbs extracts a healing Dew? But with the friends of Vice, the foes of SATIRE, All truth is Spleen; all just reproof, Ill-nature. Well may they dread the Mufe's fatal skill; Well may they tremble when she draws her quill: Her magic quill, that, like ITHURIEL's fpear, 135 Reveals the cloven hoof, or lengthen'd car: Bids Vice and Folly take their nat'ral fhapes, Turns Ducheffes to ftrumpets, Beaux to apes; Drags the vile Whifp'rer from his dark abode, 'Till all the Dæmon starts up from the toad. O fordid maxim, form'd to fkreen the vile, 1 140. 145 150 Scarce more the friend of Man, the wife muft own, |