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Eve's tempter thus the rabbins have express'd,
A cherub's face, and reptile all the rest :
Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust,
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

Not fortune's worshipper, nor fashion fool,
Not lucre's madman, nor ambition's tooi,
Not proud, nor servile: be one poet's praise,
That, if he pleased, he pleased by manly ways
That flattery, e'en to kings, he held a shame,
And thought a lie in verse or prose the same;
That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long,
But stoop'd to truth, and moralized his song;
That not for fame, but virtue's better end,
He stood the furious foe, the timid friend,
The damning critic, half-approving wit,
The coxcomb hit, or fearing to be hit:
Laugh'd at the loss of friends he never had,
The dull, the proud, the wicked, and the mad;
The distant threats of vengeance on his head,
The blow unfelt, the tear he never shed;
The tale revived, the lie so ofc o'erthrown,
The imputed trash, and dulness not his own;
The morals blacken'd when the writings 'scape,
The libell'd person, and the pictured shape;
Abuse, on all he loved, or loved him, spread,
A friend in exile, or a father dead;
The whisper, that, to greatness still too near,
Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear-
Welcome for thee, fair virtue! all the past :
For thee, fair virtue! welcome e'en the last !

A. But why insult the poor, affront the great P. A knave's a knave to me, in every state; Alike my scorn, if he succeed or fail, Sporus at court, or Japhet in a jail: A hireling scribbler, or a hireling peer, Knight of the post corrupt, or of the shire ; If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own.

Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit; This dreaded satirist Dennis will confess Foe to his pride, but friend to his distress! So humble, he has knock'd at Tibbald's door, Has drunk with Cibber, nay, has rhymed for

Moore: Full ten years slander'd, did he once reply ? Three thousand suns went down on Welsted's lie To please a mistress one aspersed his life; He lash'd him not, but let her be his wife : Let Budgell charge low Grub street on his quill, And write whate'er he pleased, except his will; Let the two Curlls of town and court abuse His father, mother, body, soul, and muse Yet why ? that father held it for a rule, It was a sin to call our neighbour fool: That harmless mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this and spare his family, James Moore ! Unspotted names, and memorable long, If there be force in virtue or in song.

Of gentle blood (part shed in honour's cause, While yet in Britain honour had applause) Each parent sprüng—A. What fortune, pray ?

P. Their own, And better got than Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife: Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dared an oath, nor hazarded a lie. Unlearn'd, ne knew no schoolman's subtlc art, No language but the language of the heart. By nature honest, by experience wise; Healthy by temperance and by exercise; His life, though long, to sickness pass'd unknown, His clea was instant and without a groan.

O grant me thus to live, and thus to die!
Who sprung from kings shall know less joy than L.

O friend ! may each domestic bliss be thine !
Be no unpleasing melancholy mine;
Me, let the tender office long engage,
To rock the cradle of reposing age,
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the 'sed of death ;
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep awhile one parent from the sky!
On cares like these if length of days attend,
May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend !
Preserve him social, cheerful, and serene,
And just as rich as when he served a queen!

A. Whether that blessing be denied or given, Thus far was right; the rest belongs to Heaven.




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 indig. nation and contempt a Christian may treat vice or folly, in ever so low or ever so high a station. Both these authors were acceptable to the princes and mi. nisters under whom they lived. The satires of Dr. Donne I versified at the desire of the earl of Oxford, while he was lord treasurer, and of the duke of Shrewsbury, who had been secretary of state; neither of whom looked upon a satire on vicious courts as ar.y 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 fall into, and knaves with good reason to encourage, the 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.

Uni æquus virtuti atque ejus amicis.

Whoever expects a paraphrase of Horace, or å faithful copy of his genius, or manner of writing, in these imitations, will be much disappointed. Our author uses the Roman poet for little more than his canvass; 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, ben sides a comprehensive knowledge of life and manners, and a certain curious felicity of expression, which consists in using the simplest language with dignity and the most ornamented with ease. 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 mo. del. 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 caus. tic lightning of Juvenal, Horace would content him. self in 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 scrt of imitations, which are of the nature of parodies, adds reflected grace and splendour on original wit. Besides, he deemed it more modest to give the name of imitations to his satire, 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 pleased to say:
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 fee.
F. I'd write no more.

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

F. You could not do a worse thing for your life.
Why, if the night seems tedious-take a wise :
Or rather truly, if your point be rest,
Lettuce and cowslip wine; probatum est.
But talk with Celsus, Celsus will advise
Hartshorn, or soinething that shall close your eyes.
Or, if you needs must write, write Cæsar's praise,
You'll gain at least a knighthood, or the bays.

P. What, likesir Richard ! rumbling, rough, and fierce With arms and George and Brunswick crowd the verse

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