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The History of Satire. Roman Satirists, Lucilius, Horace, Per
sius, Juvenal, Ver. 357, &c. Causes of the Decay of Literature, particularly of Satire, Ver. 389. Retiral of Satire, Ver. 401. Erasmus one of ils principal Restorers, Ver. 405. Donne, Ver. 411. The Abuse of Satire in England, during the licentious Reign of Charles II. Ver. 415. Dryden, 429. The true Ends of Satire pursued by Boileau in France, Ver. 439; and by Mr. Pope in England, Ver. 445.
Fate gave the word; the cruel arrow sped; And Pope lies number'd with the mighty Dead ! Resign'd he fell ; superior to the dart, That quench'd its rage in Yours and Britain's
Heart : You mourn : but Britain, lull'd in rest profound, (Unconscious Britain !) slumbers o'er her wound. Exulting Dulness ey'd the setting Light, And flapp'd her wing, impatient for the Night: Rous'd at the signal, Guilt collects her train, And counts the triumphs of her growing Reign: 10 With inextinguishable rage they burn; And snake-hung Exvy hisses o'er his Urn: Th’envenom'd Monsters spit their deadly foam, To blast the Laurel that surrounds his Tomb.
But You, O WARBURTON! whose eye refin'd 15 Can see the greatness of an honest mind; Can see each Virtue and each Grace unite, And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight; You visit oft his awful Page with Care,
19 And view that bright Assemblage treasur'd there; You trace the Chain that links his deep design, And pour new Lustre on the glowing Line. Yet deign to hear the efforts of a Muse, Whose eye, not wing, his ardent flight pursues : Intent from this great Archetype to draw
25 Satire's bright Form, and fix her equal law;
Pleas'd if from hence th' unlearn'd may comprehend, And rev’rence His and SATIRE's gen'rous End.
In ev'ry breast there burns an active flame, The love of Glory, or the dread of Shame : 30 The Passion ONE, tho' various it appear, As brighten'd into Hope, or dimm’d by Fear. The lisping Infant, and the hoary Sire, And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire: The charms of Praise the Coy, the Modest woo, 35 And only fly, that Glory may pursue : She, Pow'r resistless, rules the wise and great ; Bends ev’n reluctant Hermits at her feet; Haunts the proud City, and the lowly Shade, And sways alike the Sceptre and the Spade. 40
Thus Heav’n in Pity wakes the friendly Flame,
Thus still imperious NaturE plies her part;
Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore,
And sure, the deadliest Foe to Virtue's flame,
Fool." Behold yon Wretch, by impious fashion driv’n, 75 Believes and trembles while he scoffs at Heav'n. By weakness strong, and bold through fear alone, He dreads the sneer by shallow coxcombs thrown; Dauntless pursues the path Spinoza trod ; To Man a Coward, and a Brave to God.
80 Faith, Justice, Heav'n itself now quit their hold, When to false Fame the captiv'd heart is sold :
“ Vois tu ce Libertin en public intrepide,
Boileau, Ep. iii.
Hence, blind to truth, relentless Cato died;
Hence SATIRE's pow'r : 'tis her corrective part, To calm the wild disorders of the heart.
90 She points the arduous height where Glory lies, And teaches mad Ambition to be wise : In the dark bosom wakes the fair desire, Draws good from ill, a brighter flame from fire; Strips black Oppression of her gay disguise,
95 And bids the Hag in native horror rise ; Strikes tow'ring Pride, and lawless Rapine dead, And plants the wreath on Virtue's awful head.
Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd pow'r, Tho' oft she mourn those ills she cannot cure. 100 The Worthy court her, and the Worthless fear: Who shun her piercing eye, that eye revere. . Her awful voice the Vain and Vile obey, And ev'ry foe to Wisdom feels her sway. Smarts, Pedants, as she smiles, no more are vain; Desponding Fops resign the clouded cane : 106 Hush'd at her voice, pert Folly's self is still, And Dulness wonders while she drops her quill. Like the arm’d BEE, with art most subtly true, From pois’nous Vice she draws a healing dew: 110
“In the nice Bee what Art so subtly true