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Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit and the Throne, Yet touchd and shamd by Ridicule alone.
S. A TIRE I.
To Mr. FORTESCU E.
P. THERE are (I fcarce can think it, but am told)
a There are, to whom my Satire seems too bold: Scarce to wife Peter complaifant enough,
And something said of Chartres much too rough.
I come to Council learned in the Law:
F. I'd write no more.
P. Not write? but then I think,
And for my foul I cannot fleep a wink.
VER. 7. Tim'rous by nature, of the Rich in awe,] The delicacy of this does not fo much lie in the ironical application of it to him felf, as in its ferioufly characterifing the Perfon for whofe advice he applies.
VER. 12. Not write? &c.] He has omitted the most humourous part of the answer,
Peream male, fi non
and has loft the grace, by not imitating the conciseness, of verum nequeo dormire.
T. f Ter uncti
Tranfnanto Tiberim, fomno quibus eft opus alto;
Aut, fi tantus amor fcribendi te rapit, aude
H. Cupidum, pater optime, vires Deficiunt: neque enim quivis horrentia pilis Agmina, nec fracta pereuntes cufpide Gallos, Aut labentis equo defcribat vulnera Parthi.
T. Attamen et juftum poteras et fcribere fortem, Scipiadam ut fapiens Lucilius.
H. Haud mihi deero, Cum res ipfa feret: nifi dextro tempore, Flacci
For concifenefs, when it is clear (as in this place) gives. the highest grace to elegance of expreffion.-But what follows is as much above the Original, as this falls fhort of it.
VER. 20. Hartshorn] This was intended as a pleasantry on the novelty of the prescription.
VER. 28. falling Horfe?] The horfe on which his Majefty charged at the battle of Oudenard; when the Fre
I nod in company, I wake at night,
F. You could not do a worfe thing for your life. 15
Hartfhorn, or fomething that shall clofe your eyes. 20 Or, if you needs must write, write CAESAR's, Praise, h You'll gain at least a Knighthood, or the Bays. Richard, rumbling, rough,
P. What? like Sir and fierce,
With ARMS, and GEORGE, and BRUNSWICK Crowd the verse,
Rend with tremendous found your ears afunder, 25 With Gun, Drum, Trumpet, Blunderbufs, and Thunder?
Or nobly wild, with Budgel's fire and force,
Paint Angels trembling round his falling Horfe?
F. Then all your Mufe's fofter art difplay,
P. Alas! few verfes touch their nicer ear;
tender, and the Princes of the blood of France, fled before him.