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But hear me further — Japhet, 'tis agreed,
Writ not, and Chartres scarce could write or read,
In all the Courts of Pindus guiltless quite;
But Pens can forge, my Friend, that cannot write
And must no Egg in Japhet's face be thrown,
Because the Deed he forg'd was not my own? Igo
Must never Patriot then declaim at Gin,
Unless, good man ! he has been fairly in?
No zealous Paftor blame a failing Spouse,
Without a staring Reason on his brows?
And each Blasphemer quite escape the rod, 195
Because the insult's not on Man, but God?

Ask you what Provocation I have had ?
The strong Antipathy of Good to Bad.
When Truth or Virtue an Affront endures,
Th' Affront is mine, my friend, and should be yours.
Mine, as a Foe profess’d to false Pretence, 201
Who think a Coxcomb's Honour like his Sense;
Mine, as a Friend to ev'ry worthy mind;
And mine as Man, who feel for all mankind.

Ver. 185. in the MS.

I grant it, Sir ; and further, 'tis agreed,
Japhet writ not, and Chartres scarce could read.

Ver. 185. Japhet -- Chartres) See the Epittle to Lord
Bathurit. P.
VER, 204. And mine as Man, who feel for all mankind,

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F. You're strangely proud.

P. So proud, I am no Slave :) So impudent, I own myself no Knave : 206 So odd, my Country's Ruin makes me grave. Yes, I am proud; I muft be proud to fee Men not afraid of God, afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, 210 Yet touch'd and sham'd by Ridicule alone.

O facred weapon ! left for Truth's defence, Sole Dread of Folly, Vice, and Infolence ! To all but Heay'n-directed hands deny'd, The Muse may give thee, but the Gods muft guide:

Notes. From Terence : “ Homo lum: humani nihil a me alienum " puto." P.

Ver. 208. Yes, I am proud ; etc.) In this ironical exultation the Puet insinuates a subject of the dcepelt humiliation,

VER, 211. Yet touch'd and fam'd by Ridicule alone. ] The Pallions are given us to awake and support Virtue." But they frequently betray their trust, and go over to the inte. rests of Vice. Ridicule, when employed in the cause of Virtue, shames and brings them back to their duty. Hence the use and importance of Satire.

VER. 214. To all but Heav'n-directed bands] “ The fr Citizen (says Plata, in his fifth book of Laws) who does "" no injury to any one, without queftion, merits our ef. $ teem. He, who, not content with being barely just

himself, opposes the course of injustice, by prosecuting "! it before the Magistrate, merits our efteem vastly more. $ The first discharges the duty of a single Citizen ; but !! the o:ber does the office of a Body. But he whose zeal " ftops not here, but proceeds to ASSIST THE MAGISTRATI

Rev'rent I touch thee! but with honest zeal; tik
To rouse the Watchmen of the public Weal,
To Virtue's work provoke the tardy Hall,
And goad the Prelate slumb’ring in his Stall.
Ye tinsel Insects! whom a Court maintains, 220
That counts your Beauties only by your Stains,
Spin all your Cobwebs o'er the Eye of Day!
The Muse's wing shall brush



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Notes. " IN PUNIHING is the mot precious blefling of Society. “ This is the PERFECT CITIZEN, to whom we should " adjudge the prize of Virtue."

- VER. 220. Ye Inse&s-The Mufe's wing shall brush yox all away:] This it did very effectually; and the memory of them had been now forgotten, had not the Poet's charity, for a while, protracted their miserable Being. There is now in his library a complete collection of all the horrid Libels written and published against him ;

The tale reviv'd, tbe bye fo oft o'rtbrown,
Thimputed trash, and dulness not his owni;
The morals blacken'd, when the writings 'scape,
The libellid Perfon, and the pi&ur'd

These he had bound up in several volumes, according to
their various sizes, from folios down to duodecimos ; and
to each of them hath affixed this motto out of the book of
Job :

Bebold, my defire is, that mine aduerfary should write 4 book. Surely I should take it upon my shoulder, and bind it

Ch. xxxi. 35, 36. VER. 222. Cobwebs] Weak and light fophiftry againft virtue and honour. Thin colours over vice, as unable to By Hide the light of Truth, as cobwebs to fhade the fun.

as a crown to me.

All his Grace preaches, all his Lordship-fings, 224 All that makes Saints of Queens, and Gods of Kings. All, all but Truth, drops dead-born from the Press, Like the last Gazette, or the last Address.

When black Ambition stains a public Caufe, A Monarch's sword when mad Vain-glory drawsy, Not Waller's Wreath can hide the Nation's Scar, Nor Boileau turn the Feather to a Star.

231 Not so, when diadem'd with rays divine, Touch'd with the Flame that breaks from Virtue's Shrine,

After x 227. in the MS.
Where's now the Star that lighted Charles to rise ?

-With that which follow'd Julius to the kies.
Angels, that watch'd the Royal Oak so well,
How chanc'd ye nod, when luckless Sorel fell ?-
Hence, lying miracles ! reduc'd fo low
As to the regal-touch, and papal-toe ;
Hence haughty Edgar's title to the Main,
Britain's to France, and thine to India, Spain !

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VIR. 228. When black Ambition etc.] The case of Cromwell in the civil war of England; and (x 229.) of Louis XIV. in his conquest of the Low Countries. P.

V8R. 231. Nor Boileau turn the Feather to a Star.] See his Ode on Namur; where (to use his own words) “ fait un Aftre de la Plume blanche que le Roy porte or“ dinairement à fon Chapeau, et qui est en effet espece “ de Comete, fatale à nos ennemis.' P.

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Her Prieftefs Muse forbids the Good to die,
And opes the Temple of Eternity.

There, other Trophies deck the truly brave,
Than such as Anstis cafts into the Grave;
Far other Stars than * and ** wear,
And may defcend to Mordington from STAIR :
(Such as on Hough's unfully'd Mitre fine, 240
Or beam, good Digby, from a heart like thine)
Let Envy howl, while Heav'n's whole Chorus fingsi
And bark at Honour not confer'd by Kings;
Let Flatt'ry sickening see the Incense rise,
Sweet to the World, and grateful to the Skies: 245
Truth guards the Poet, fanctifies the line,
And makes immortal, Verse as mean as mine,

Yes, the last Pen for Freedom let me draw,
When Truth stands trembling on the edge of Law;

Ver. 237. Anstis] The chief Herald at Arms. It is the
Turtom, at the funeral of great peers, to cast into the

grave the broken staves and ensigns of honour. P. Ver.

239. Stair;} John Dalrymple Earl of Stair, Knight the Thistle ; ferved in all the wars under the Duke ** Marlborough ; and afterwards as Embassador in France.

VER. 240, 241. Hough and Digby) Dr. John Hough ihop of Worcetter, and the Lord Digby. The one an fertor of the Church of England in opposition to the false measures of King James II. The other as firmly attached

to the cause of that King. Both acting out of principle, and equally men of honour and virtue. P.

TER. 249. on the edge of Law:] From the summit of

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