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Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore,
And sure, the deadliest Foe to Virtue's flame,
yon Wretch, by impious fashion driv'n, 75 Believes and trembles while he scoffs at Heav'n. By weakness strong, and bold through fear alone, He dreads the sneer by shallow coxcombs thrown; Dauntless pursues the path Spinoza trod; To Man a Coward, and a Brave to God.
80 Faith, Justice, Heav'n itself now quit their hold, When to false Fame the captiv'd heart is sold
si Ver. 80. T. Man a Coward, &c.]
“ Vois tu ce Libertin en public intrepide,
Boileau, Ep. iii. iyor vegns
Hence, blind to truth, relentless Cato died ;
Hence SATIRE's pow'r : 'tis her corrective part,
Nor boasts the Muse à vain imagin'd pow'r, Tho' oft she mourn those ills she cannot cure. 100 The Worthy court her, and the Worthless fear : Who shun her piercing eye, that eye revere. Her awful voice the Vain and Vile obey, And ev'ry foe to Wisdom feels her sway. 17th Smarts, Pedants, as she smiles, no more are vain; Desponding Fops resign the clouded cane : 11 106 Hush'd at her voice, pert Folly's self is still, OH And Dulness wonders while she drops her quill. :) Like the arm’d BEE, with art most subtly true, a From pois’nous Vice she draws a healing dew: 110
“In the nice Bee what Art so subtly true
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Weak are the ties that civil arts can find,
But with the friends of Vice, the foes of SATIRE, All truth is spleen; all just reproof, Ill-nature,
Well may they dread the Muse's fatal skill;itve Well may they tremble, when she draws her quill; Her magic quill, that, like ITHỰRIEL's spears, i e135 Reveals the cloven hoof, or lengthen'dear::, I SA Bids Vice and Folly take their nat ral shapes.to Turns Dutchesses to strumpets, Beaux to apes.:01) Drags the vile Whisp’rer, from his dark abode, Till alla theo Demon starts up from the toadc: I 19140 O sordid maxim, form’d to screen the vile, -1.z?!
901 Vizca 55 90 sli That true good nature still must wear a smile !
In frowns array'd her beauties stronger rise,
150 Scarce more the friend of Man, the wise must own, Ev’n Allen's bounteous hand, than SATIRE’s frown: This to chastise, as That to bless, was giv'n; Alike the faithful Ministers of Heav'n.
Oft in unfeeling hearts the shaft is spent : 155 Tho' strong th' example, weak the punishment. They least are pain’d, who merit Satire most; Folly the Laureat's, Vice was Chartres' boast : Then where's the wrong, to gibbet high the name Of Fools and Knaves already dead to shame? 160 Oft SATIRE acts the faithful Surgeon's part; Gen’rous and kind, tho' painful is her art: With caution bold, she only strikes to heal ; Tho' Folly raves to break the friendly steel. Then sure no fault impartial Satire knows, 165 Kind ev’n in vengeance, kind to Virtue's foes. Whose is the crime, the scandal too be theirs : The Knave and Fool are their own Libellers,
I DARE nobly then : But conscious of
your trust, As'ever warm and bold, be ever just :
170 Nor court applause in these degen’rate days : The Villain's censure is extorted praise.
But chief, be steady in a noble end, And shew mankind that Truth has yet a friend. "Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write, 175 As Foplings grin to shew their teeth are white : To brand a doubtful folly with a smile, Or madly blaze unknown defects, is vile: 'Tis doubly vile, when, but to prove your art, You fix an arrow in a blameless heart.
180 O lost to honour's voice, 0 doom'd to shame, Thou Fiend accurst, thou murderer of Fame ! Fell Ravisher, from Innocence to tear That name, than liberty, than life more dear! Where shall thy baseness meet its just return! 185 Or what repay thy guilt, but endless scorn? And know, immortal Truth shall mock thy toil : Immortal Truth shall bid the shaft recoil ; With rage retorted, wing the deadly dart; And empty all its poison in thy heart.
190 With caution next, the dang’rous pow'r apply; An eagle's talon asks an eagle's eye: Let SATIRE then her proper object know, And ere she strike, be sure she strike a foe.