Let but the ladies smile, and they are blest: Prodigious! how the things protest, protest. Peace, fools! or Gonson will for papists seize you, If once he catch you at your Jesu! Jesu! Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another. But here's the captain that will plague them both; And shake all o'er, like a discover'd spy. Courts are too much for wits so weak as mine; Charge them with heaven's artillery, bold divine; 8 See note 4 p. 94. From such alone the great rebukes endure, EPILOGUE TO THE SATIRES. IN TWO DIALOGUES. WRITTEN IN 1738. DIALOGUE I. Fr. Nor twice a twelvemonth you appear in print, But Horace, sir, was delicate, was nice; Bubo1 observes, he lash'd no sort of vice: Horace would say, Sir Billy 2 serv'd the crown, 1 Bubb Dodington, afterwards Lord Melcombe. 2 Sir William Young, who was frequently employed to make long speeches in the House till the minister's friends were gathered together. 8 4 Blunt could do business, Higgins knew the town; In Sappho touch the failings of the sex, In reverend bishops note some small neglects, And own the Spaniard did a waggish thing,5 Who cropt our ears, and sent them to the king. His sly, polite, insinuating style Could please at court, and make Augustus smile: His friend and shame, and was a kind of screen. P. See Sir Robert!-hum And never laugh-for all my life to come; 8 See note 4 vol. ii. p. 122. 4 Gaoler of the Fleet prison, enriched himself by exactions, for which he was tried and dismissed from his office. 5 The captain of a Spanish ship is said to have cut off the ears of the captain of an English ship, named Jenkins, bid ding him carry them home to the king his master. 6 Sir Robert Walpole. Fr. Why, yes: with scripture still you may be free; A horselaugh, if you please, at honesty ; Whom all lord chamberlains allow the stage: If any ask you, 'Who's the man so near His prince, that writes in verse, and has his ear?' Why, answer, Lyttelton! and I'll engage The worthy youth shall ne'er be in a rage; But were his verses vile, his whisper base, You'd quickly find him in lord Fanny's case. Sejanus, Wolsey, hurt not honest Fleury, But well may put some statesmen in a fury. Laugh then at any but at fools or foes; These you but anger, and you mend not those. Laugh at your friends, and if your friends are sore, So much the better, you may laugh the more. To vice and folly to confine the jest Sets half the world, God knows, against the rest, Did not the sneer of more impartial men At sense and virtue balance all again. Judicious wits spread wide the ridicule, And charitably comfort knave and fool. 7 Sir Joseph Jekyl, Master of the Rolls, a true whig, and a man of perfect probity: he sometimes voted against the court. P. Dear sir, forgive the prejudice of youth: Adieu distinction, satire, warmth, and truth! Come, harmless characters that no one hit; Come, Henley's oratory, Osborne's wit! The honey dropping from Favonio's tongue, The flowers of Bubo, and the flow of Young!9 The gracious dew of pulpit eloquence, And all the well-whipt cream of courtly sense; The first was H**vy's, F**'s next, and then The S**te's, and then H**vy's once again. O come! that easy Ciceronian style, So Latin, yet so English all the while, As, though the pride of Middleton and Bland,1 No gazetteer more innocent than I— And let, a God's name! every fool and knave 8 See note 6 p. 5, and note on Dunciad, B. ii. v. 312. 9 See notes 1 and 2 p. 102. 1 Dr. Middleton, the well known author of the Life of Cicero; Dr. Bland, Master of Eton College. 2 See Memoir prefixed to these volumes, p. cxiii. |