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And taugnt his Romans, in much better metre,
“ To laugh at Fools who put their trust in Peter."

But Horace, Sir, was delicate, was nice;
Bubo observes, he lash'd no sort of Vice :
Horace would say, Sir Billy ferv’d the Crown,
Blunt could do Business, Higgins knew the Town ;
In Sappho touch the Failings of the Sex,

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In reverend Bishops note some small Neglects,
And own the Spaniard did a waggish thing,
Who cropt our Ears, and sent them to the King.
His fly, polite, insinuating style
Could please at Court, and make AUGUSTU's smile:
An artful Manager, that crept between
His Friend and Shame, and was a kind of Screen.
But 'faith your very Friends will soon be fore;
Patriots there are, who wish you'd jest no more-
And where's the Glory? 'twill be only thought 25
The Great man never offer'd you a groat.
Go see Sir ROBERT-

P. See Sir Robert !--hum-
And never laugh—for all my life to come ?
Seen him I have, but in his happier hour
Of Social Pleasure, ill-exchang'd for Power;
Seen him, uncumber'd with a Venal tribe,
Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe.
Would he oblige me! let me only find,
He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Come, come, at all I laugh he laughs, no doubt;

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F. Why yes : with Scripture still you may be free; A Horse-laugh, if you please, at Honesty; A Joke on Jekyll, or some odd Old Whig, Who never chang’d his Principle, or Wig;

40 A Patriot is a Fool in every age, Whom all Lord Chamberlains allow the Stage : These nothing hurts; they keep their Fashion still, And wear their strange old Virtue, as they will. If any alk you,

" Who's the Man, so near 45 “ His Prince, that writes in Verse, and has his ear?” Why answer Lyttelton, and I'll engage The worthy Youth shall ne'er be in a rage : But were his Verses vile, his Whisper base : You'd quickly find him in Lord Fanny's case. Sejanus, Wolsey, hurt not honest FLEURY, But well may put some Statesmen in a fury.

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So much the better, you may laugh the more.
To Vice and Folly to confine the jest,
Sets half the world, God knows, against the rest;
Did not the Sneer of more impartial men
At Sense and Virtue balance all again.

60 Judicious Wits spread wide the Ridicule, And charitably comfort Knave and Fool.

P. Dear Sir, forgive the Prejudice of Youth : Adieu Distinction, Satire, Warmth, and Truth! Come, harmless Characters that no one hit; Come, Henley's Oratory, Osborn's Wit!

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And raugüt his Romans, in much better metre,

To laugh at Fools who put their trust in Peter.”

But Horace, Sir, was delicate, was nice;
Burro obterres, he lath'd no fort of Vice :
Horice would lay, Sir Billy serv'd the Crown,
Bere could do Business, Higgins knew the Town;
In Seppho touch the Failings of the Sex,
In reverend Sithops note fome small Neglects,
And own the Spaniard did a waggifh thing,
Who crepe our Ears, and sent them to the King.
Histly, polite, intinuating style
Coult pleate at Court, and make AUGUSTUS smile:
An artful Manager, that crept between
His Friend and Shame, and was a kind of Screen.
But 'flith your very Friends will soon be fore ;
Pitriets there are, who wish you'd jest no more-
And where's the Glory? 'twill be only thought 25
Tire Great man never offer'd you a groat.
Go fee Sir ROBERT-

P. See Sir Robert !--hum-
And never laugh--for all my life to come ?
Seen him I have, but in his happier hour
Of Social Pleafure, ill-exchang'd for Power;
Seen him, uncumber'd with a Venal tribe,

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F. Why yes : with Scripture still you may be free; A Horse-laugh, if you please, at Honesty; A Joke on Jekyll, or some odd Old Whig, Who never chang’d his Principle, or Wig;

40 A Patriot is a Fool in every age, Whom all Lord Chamberlains allow the Stage : These nothing hurts; they keep their Fashion still, And wear their strange old Virtue, as they will. If any alk you,

“ Who's the Man, fo near 45 “ His Prince, that writes in Verse, and has his ear?” Why answer LYTTELTON, and I'll engage The worthy Youth shall ne'er be in a rage : But were his Verses vile, his Whisper base : You'd quickly find him in Lord Fanny's case. 50 Sejanus, Wolsey, hurt not honest FLEURY, But well may put some Statesmen in a fury.

Laugh then at any, but at Fools or Foes ;
These

you
but
anger,

and
you

mend not those.
Laugh at your Friends, and, if your Friends are sore, 55
So much the better, you may laugh the more.
To Vice and Folly to confine the jest,
Sets half the world, God knows, against the rest ;
Did not the Sneer of more impartial men
At Sense and Virtue balance all again.

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Warmth, and Truth!

that no one hit ; Olbern's Wit!

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The honey dropping from Favonio's tongue,
The Flowers of Bubo, and the Flow of Young!
The gracious Dew of Pulpit Eloquence,
And all the well-whipt Cream of Courtly Sense,
That first was H-vy's, F-'s next, and then,
The S-te's, and then H—vy's once agen.
O come, that easy Ciceronian style,
So Latin, yet to English all the while,
As, though the Pride of Middleton and Bland,
All Boys may read, and Girls

may understand!
Then might I fing, without the least offence,
And all I sung should be the Nation's Sense;
Or teach the Melancholy Muse to mourn,
Hang the fad Verse on CAROLINA's Urn,

So
And hail her paffage to the Realms of Rest,
All parts perform’d, and all her Children blest!
So-Satire is no more I feel it die
No Gazetteer more innocent than I
And let, a God's name, every Fool and Knave
Be grac'd through Life, and flatter'd in his Grave.

F. Why so? if Satire knows its Time and Place, You still' may lash the greatest-in Disgrace: For Merit will by turns forsake them all; Would you know when? exactly when they falt. go But let all Satire in all Changes spare Immortal S-k, and grave De-re. Silent and soft, as Saints remov'd to Heaven, All Ties dissolv’d, and every Sin forgiven, These may fome gentle ministerial Wing

95 Receive, and place for ever near a King !

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