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PART I. Of the End and Efficacy of Satire. The

Love of Glory and Fear of Shame univerfal, ver. 29.

This Paffion, implanted in Man as a Spur to Virtue,

is generally perverted, ver. 41. And thus becomes

the Occasion of the greatest Follies, Vices, and Mi-

feries, ver. 61. It is the Work of Satire to rectify

this Paffion, to reduce it to its proper Channel, and

to convert it into an Incentive to Wisdom and Virtue,

ver. 89. Hence it appears that Satire may influence

those who defy all Laws Human and Divine, ver. 99.

An Objection answered, ver. 131.

PART II. Rules for the Conduct of Satire. Justice

and Truth its chief and effential Property, ver. 169.

Prudence in the Application of Wit and Ridicule,

whofe Province is, not to explore unknown, but to

enforce known Truths, ver. 191. Proper Subjects

of Satire are the Manners of prefent Times, ver. 239.

Decency of Expreffion recommended, ver. 255. The

different Methods in which Folly and Vice ought to

be chaftifed, ver. 269. The Variety of Style and

Manner which thefe two Subjects requiré, ver. 277.

The Praise of Virtue may be admitted with Propriety,

ver. 315. Caution with regard to Panegyric, ver.

329. The Dignity of true Satire, ver. 341.

PART III. The History of Satire. Roman Satirifts,

Lucilius, Horace, Perfius, Juvenal, ver. 357, &c.

Causes of the Decay of Literature, particularly of Sa-

tire, ver. 389. Revival of Satire, 401.. Erafmus one

of its principal Reftorers, ver. 405. Donne, ver. 411.

The Abuse of Satire in England, during the licen-

tious Reign of Charles II. ver. 415. Dryden, ver.

The true Ends of Satire purfued by Boileau

in France, ver. 439. and by Mr. Pope in England,

ver. 445.

PART I.

ATE gave the word: the cruel arrow fped;

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And Pope lies number'd with the mighty Dead! Refign'd he fell; fuperior to the dart,

That quench'd its rage in Yours, and Britain's Heart:
You mourn: but Britain, lull'd in reft profound,
(Unconscious Britain!) flumbers o'er her wound.
Exulting Dulnefs ey'd the fetting Light,
And flapp'd her wing, impatient for the Night:
Rous'd at the fignal, Guilt collects her train,
And counts the Triumphs of her growing reign:
With inextinguishable rage they burn:

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And Snake-hung Envy hiffes o'er his Urn :
Th' envenom'd Monsters spit their deadly foam,
To blast the Laurel that furrounds his Tomb.

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But You, O Warburton! whofe eye refin'd

Can fee the greatness of an honeft mind;
Can fee each Virtue and each Grace unite,
And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight;
You visit oft his awful Page with Care,

And view that bright assemblage treasur'd there;
You trace the Chain that links his deep design,
And pour new luftre on the glowing Line.
Yet deign to hear the efforts of a Muse,
Whofe eye, not wing, his ardent flight pursues:
Intent from this great Archetype to draw
Satire's bright Form, and fix her equal Law;

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Pleas'd

Pleas'd if from hence th' unlearn'd may comprehend,
And reverence His and Satire's generous End.

In every breaft there burns an active flame,
The Love of Glory, or the Dread of Shame :
The Paffion One, though various it
As brighten'd into Hope, or dimm'd by Fear.
The lifping Infant, and the hoary Sire,

appear,

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And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire:

The Charms of Praise the Coy, the Modest woo,
And only fly, that Glory may pursue:

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She, Power refiftlefs, rules the wife 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.

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Thus Heaven in Pity wakes the friendly Flame,

To urge Mankind on Deeds that merit Fame:
But Man, vain Man, in Folly only wife,
Rejects the Manna fent him from the Skies :
With raptures hears corrupted Paffion's call,
Still proudly prone to mingle with the stall.
As each deceitful Shadow tempts his view,
He for the imag'd Subftance quits the true;
Eager to catch the visionary Prize,
In queft of Glory plunges deep in Vice;
Till madly zealous, impotently vain,
He forfeits every Praise he pants to gain.

Thus ftill imperious Nature plies her part;
And still her Dictates work in every heart,
Each Power that sovereign Nature bids enjoy,
Man may corrupt, but Man can ne'er destroy.

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