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Fanes, which admiring Gods with pride furvey;
Perhaps, by its own ruins fav'd from flame,
Ambition figh'd: fhe found it vain to trust The faithlefs Column and the crumbling Bust: Huge moles, whose shadow stretch'd from shore to shore, Their ruins perifh'd, and their place no more! Convinc'd fhe now contracts her vast design, And all her Triumphs fhrink into a Coin. A narrow orb each crouded conqueft keeps, Beneath her Palm here fad Judea weeps. Now fcantier limits the proud Arch confine, And scarce are seen the proftrate Nile or Rhine; A small Euphrates through the piece is roll'd, And littles Eagles wave their wings in gold.
The Medal,, faithful to its charge of fame, Through climes and ages bears each form and name: In one short view fubjected to our eye Gods, Emperors, Heroes, Sages, Beauties, lie. With fharpen'd fight pale Antiquaries pore, Th' infcription value, but the ruft adore. This the blue varnish, that the green endears, The facred ruft of twice ten hundred years! VOL. XLVI. L
To gain Pefcennius one employs his Schemes,
Theirs is the Vanity, the Learning thine:
Oh, when fhall Britain, confcious of her claim,
Then fhall thy Craggs (and let me call him mine)
"Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT:
SAT. I RES.
The first publication of this Epistle.
HIS paper is a fort of bill of complaint, begun, many years fince, and drawn up by fnatches, as the feveral occafions offered. I had no thoughts of publishing it, till it pleafed fome perfons of Rank and Fortune [the Authors of Verfes to the Imitator of Horace, and of an Epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton-Court] to attack, in a very extraordinary manner, not only my Writings (of which, being public, the Public is judge) but my Perfon, Morals, and Family, whereof, to those who know me not, a truer information may be requifite. Being divided between the neceffity to fay fomething of myself, and my own lazinefs to undertake fo aukward a task, I thought it the shortest way to put the laft hand to this Epiftle. If it have any thing pleafing,
it will be that by which I am moft defirous to please, the Truth and the Sentiment; and if any thing offenfive, it will be only to those I am least forry to offend, the vicious or the ungenerous.
Many will know their own pictures in it, there being not a circumstance but what is true: but I have, for the most part, fpared their Names; and they may efcape being laughed at, if they please.
I would have fome of them to know, it was owing to the request of the learned and candid Friend to whom it is inscribed, that I make not as free Use of theirs as they have done of mine. However, I thall have this advantage, and honour, on my fide, that whereas, by their proceeding, any abuse may be directed at any man, no injury can poffibly be done by mine, fince a nameless Character can never be found out, but by its truth and likeness.
HUT, fhut the door, good John! fatigu'd I faid, Tye up the knocker, fay I'm fick, I'm dead. The Dog-ftar rages! nay, 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnaffus, is let out:
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my Grot they glide. By land, by water, they renew the charge; They stop the chariot, and they board the barge. No place is facred, not the Church is free, Ev'n Sunday fhines no Sabbath day to me; L 3