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Ludentis speciem dabit, et torquebitur. Hot.

ADVERTISEMENT. The occasion of publishing these Imitations was the clamour raised on some of my Epistles. An answer from Horace was both more full and of more dignity than any I could have made in my own person;-and the example of much greater freedom in so eminent a divine'as Dr. Donne seemed a proof with what indignation and contempt a Christian may treat vice or tody in ever so low or ever soJilgha station. Both these authors were acceptable to the

?rinces and ministers under whom they lived. The Satires of Dr. >onne I versified at the desire of the Earl of Oxford, while he was Lord Treasurer, and of the DuVe of Shrewsbury, who had been Secretary of Suite; neither of whom looked upon a satire on vicious courts as any reflection on those they served in. And indeed there is not in the world a greater error than that which fools are so apt to fail into, and knaves with good reason to encourage—th« mistaking a satirist for a libeller; whereas to a true satirist nothing is so odious as a libeller, for the same reason as to a man truly virtuous nothing is so hateful as a hypocrite.

Uui oquus virtuti atqtie eius amkis. P.


Whoever expert* a paraphrase of Horace, or a faithful copy of hfi genius or manner of writing, in these Imitations, will be much disappointed. Our author uses the Roman Poet for little morer than his canvas; and if the old design or colouring chance to suit his purpose, it is well; if not, he employs his own without scruple or ceremony. Hence it is he is so frequently serious where Horace is in jest, and at ease where Horace is disturbed. In a word, he regulates his movements no further on his original, than was necessary for his concurrence in promoting their common plan of reformation of manners.

Had it been his purpose merely to paraphrase an ancient satirist, he had hardly made choice of Horace, with whom, as a poet, he held little in common, besides a comprehensive knowledge of lire and manners, and a certain curious felicity of expression, which consists in uiing the simple t language with dignity, and the most ornamented with case. For the rest, his harmony and strength of numbers, his force and splendour of colouring, his gravity and sublimity of sentiment, would have rather led him to another model. Nor was his temper less unlike that of Horace than his talents. 'What Horace would only smile at, Mr. Pope would treat -with the grave severity of Persius; and what Mr. Pope would strike with the caustic lightning of Juvenal, Horace would content himself with turning into ridicule. If it be asked, then, why he took any body at all to imitate, he has informed us in his Advertisement; to which we may add, that this sort of Imitation, which is of the nature of Parody, throws reflected grace and splendour on original wit. Besides, he deemed it more modest to give the name of Imitations to his Satires, than, like Despreaux, to give the name of Satires to Imitations.



P. There are (I scarce can think it, but am told)

There are to whom my satire seems too bold;

Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough,

And something said of Chartres much too rough.

The lines are weak, another's pleas'd to say; 5

Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.

Timorous by nature, of the rich in awe,

I come to counsel learned in the law:

You'll give me, like a friend both sage and free,

Advice; and (as you use) without a tec. 10

F. I'd write no more.

P. Not write? but then I think, -
And for my soul I cannot sleep a wink.
I nod in company, I wake at night;
Fools rush into my head, and so I write.

I'. You could not do a worse thing for your life. Why, if the night seem tedious—take a wife: 16

Or rather, truly, if your point be rest,
Lettuce and cowslip wine; probutum est,
But talk with Celsus, Celsus will advise
Hartshorn, or something that shall close your eyes.
Or if you needs must write, write Caisar's praise; 21
You'll gain at least a knighthood or the bays.

P. What? like Sir Richard, rumbling, rough, and

fierce, [verse;

With arms, and George, and Brunswick, crowd the

Rend with tremendous sound your ears asunder,

With gun, drum, trumpet, blunderbuss, and thunder?

Or nobly wild, withBudgell's fire and force,
Paint angels trembling round his falling horse?

F. Then all your Muse's softer art display,
Let Carolina smooth the tuneful lay; 30

Lull with Amelia's liquid name the Nine,
And sweetly flow through all the royal line.

P. Alas few verses touch their nicer ear;
They scarce can bear theirlaureat twice a year;
And justly Caesar scorns the poet's lays; 35

It is to history he trusts for praise.

F. Better be Ciiiber, I'll maintain it still, Than ridicule all taste, blaspheme quadrille, Abuse the city's best good men in metre, And laugh at peers that put their trust in Peter. 40 Ev'n those you touch not hate you.

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 45
Scarsdale his bottle, Darty his ham-pie:
Ridotta sips and dances till she see
The doubling lustres dunce as fast as she:
F— loves the senate, Hockley-hole his brother,
Like in all else, as one egg to another. 50

I love to pour out all myself as plain
As downright Shippen or as old Montaigne:
In them, as certain to be lov'd as seen,
The soul stood forth, nor kept a thought within;
In me what spots (for spots I have) appear, 55

Will prove at least the medium must be clear.
In this impartial glass my Muse intends
Fair to expose myself, my foes, my friends;
Publish the present age; but where my text
Is vice too high, reserve it for the next; 60

My iocs shall wish my life a longer date,
And i very friend the less lament my fate.
My he-id and heart thus flowing through my quill,
Verse-man or prose-man, term me which you will;

Papist or Protestant, or both between, 65

Like good Erasmus, in an honest mean,
In moderation placing all my glory,
While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory,

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet; YO

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: T5
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 burden of some merry song. 80

Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage:
Hard words or hanging, if your judge be Page:
From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate,
P~x'd by her love, or libell'd by her hate.
Its proper pow'r to hurt each creature feels; 85

Bulls aim their horns, and asses lift their heels;
'Tis a bear's talent not to kick, but hug: -
And no man wonders he's not stung by pug.
So drink with Walters, or with Chartres eat,
They'll never poison you, they'll only cheat. 90

Then, learned sir! (to cut the matter short)
Whatt'er my fate, or well or ill at court,
Whether old age, with faint but cheerful ray,
Attends to gild the evening of my day,
Or death's black wing already be display'd, 95

To wrap me in the universal shade;
Whether the darken'd room to muse invite,
Or whiten'd wall provoke the skewer to write:
In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint,
Like Lee or Budgell I will rhyme and print. 100

F. Alas, young man, your days can ne'er be long;
In flower of age you perish for a song!
Plums and directors, Shylock and his wife,
Will club their testers now to take your life.

P. What arm'd for virtue when I point the pen,
Brand the bold front of shameless guilty men, 106
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? 11#
Could pension'd Boileau lash in honest strain
Flatterers and bigots ev'n in Louis' reign?
Could laureat Dryden pimp and friar engage,
Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage?
And I not strip the gilding off a knave, 115

Unplac'd, unpension'd, no man's heir or slave?
1 will, or perish in the generous 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: 120

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 soothes my sleep.—

There my retreat the best companions grace, 125
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 soul:
And he whose lightning piere'd th' Iberian lines,
Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines;
Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain, 131

Almost as quickly as he conqucr'd Spain.

Envy must own 1 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: 13<J
To help who want, to forward \vho excel;
This all who know ine, know; who love me, tell;
And who unknown defame me, let them be
Scribblers or peers, alike arc mob to me. 140

This is my plea, on this 1 rest my cause—
What saith my counsel learned in the laws?

F. Your plea is good ; -but still I say, beware!
Laws are explained by men—so have a care.


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