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In artless numbers paint th' ambitious Peer
Not fo when Virtue by her Guards betray'd, Spurn'd from her Throne, implores the Mufe's aid : When crimes, which erst in kindred darknefs lay, Rife frontless, and infult the eye of day; Indignant Hymen veils his hallow'd fires, And white-rob❜d Chastity with tears retires; When rank Adultery on the genial bed Hot from Cocytus rears her baleful head : When private Faith and public Truft are fold, And Traitors barter Liberty for Gold: When fell Corruption, dark and deep, like fate, Saps the foundation of å finking State: When Giant-Vice and Irreligion rife,
On mountain'd falfehoods to invade the skies:
Then warmer numbers glow thro' SATIRE's page,
Wide and more wide her flaming bolts are hurl'd,
Yet SATIRE oft affumes a gentler mien, And beams on Virtue's friends a fmile ferene: She wounds reluctant; pours her balm with joy; Glad to commend where Worth attracts her eye. But chief, when Virtue, Learning, Arts decline, She joys to fee unconquer'd merit fhine; Where bursting glorious, with departing ray, True Genius gilds the close of Britain's day : With joy she fees the stream of Roman art From MURRAY's tongue flow purer to the heart: Sees YORKE to Fame, ere yet to Manhood known, And just to ev'ry Virtue but his own: Hears unftain'd CAM with gen'rous pride proclaim A SAGE'S, CRITIC's, and a POET's name: Beholds, where WIDCOMBE's happy hills ascend, Each orphan'd Art and Virtue find a friend: TO HAGLEY's honour'd Shade directs her view; And culls each flow'r, to form a Wreath for You. But tread with cautious ftep this dangerous ground, Beset with faithlefs precipices round: Truth be your guide: difdain Ambition's call; And if you fall with Truth, you greatly fall. 'Tis Virtue's native luftre that must shine; The Poet can but set it in his line: And who unmov'd with laughter can behold A fordid pebble meanly grac'd with gold? Let real Merit then adorn your lays, For Shame attends on proftituted praise :
And all your wit, your most distinguish'd art,
Now with a touch more facred and refin'd,
Then sportive HORACE caught the gen'rous fire; ‡ For SATIRE's bow refign'd the founding lyre:
* "Archilochum proprio rabies armavit Iambo." + "Enfe velut ftricto quoties Lucilius ardens Infremuit, rubet auditor cui frigida mens eft Criminibus, tacita fudant præcordia culpa." "Omne vafer vitium ridenti Flaccus amico Tangit, et admiffus circum præcordia ludit, Callidus excuffo populum fufpendere nafo."
Juv. S. i.
PERS. S. i.
Each arrow polish'd in his hand was seen,
He feem'd to sport and trifle with the dart,
In graver ftrains majestic PERSIUS wrote,
More ardent eloquence, and boundless rage,
But lo! the fatal Victor of Mankind!