EPILOGUE

TO THE

SATIRES,

In Two DIALOGUES.

Written in MDCCXXXVIII.

Sacred Weapon left for Truths Defence Sole Dread of Folly, Vice and Insolence, To all but Heaven directed Ilands denied?. The Muse may give thee but the Gods must guide.

Ep.s to the Saure

EPILOGUE

FR.

TO THE

SATIRES.

Written in MDCCXXXVIII.

DIALOGUE I.

OT twice a twelve-month you appear in Print,

And when it comes, the Court fee nothing in't.
You grow correct, that once with Rapture writ,
And are, befides, too moral for a Wit.

VARIATIONS.

After ver. 2. in the MS.

You don't, I hope, pretend to quit the trade,
Because you think your reputation made:
Like good ** of whom fo much was faid,
That when his name was up, he lay a-bed.
Come, come, refresh us with a livelier fong,
Or like ** you'll lie a-bed too long.

VER. 1. Not twice a twelve-month etc.] These two lines are from Horace; and the only lines that are fo in the whole Poem ; being meant to give a handle to that which follows in the character of an impertinent Cenfurer,