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The damning critic, half-approving wit, .
A. But wly insult the poor, affront the great!
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, pay, bas rhym'd 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 aspers’d his life; He lash'd him pot, but let her be lis wife :
Let Budgell charge low Grub-street on his quill,
Of gentle blood (part shed in honour's cause,
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 dard an oath, nor hazarded a lie. Unlearn'd, he knew po schoolman's subtle 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 past unknown, His death 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 I. 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,
A. Whether that blessing be denied or giv'n, Thus far was right ;-the rest belongs to Heav'n.
ODES OF HORACE.
Ludentis speciem dabit, et torquebitur.
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 inay treat vice or folly, in ever so low or ever so high a station. Both these authors were acceptable to the princes aud ministers under whom they lived. The satires of Dr. Dome I versified at the desire of the Earl of Oxford, while he was Jord-treasurer, and of the Duke of Shrewsbury, who had been secretary of state ; neither of whom looked upon a satire on vicious conrts 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 fall into, and kuaves with good reason to encourage,-the mistaking a satirist for a libeller: whereas to a true satirist nothing is so odicus 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.
BOOK II. SATIRE I.
TO MR. FORTESCUE. 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,
P. Not write? but then I think,
F. You could not do a worse thing for your life.
and fierce, With arms, and George, and Brunswick, crowd the
F. Then all your Muse's softer art display,
P. Alas! few verses touch their nicer ear ; They scarce can bear their laureat twice a year;