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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 Passion,

implanted in Man as a Spur to Virtue, is generally perverted,

ver. 41. And thus becomes the Occafion of the greatest

Follies, Vices, and Miferies, ver. 61. It is the Work of

Satire to rectify this Paffion, to reduce it to its proper Chan-

nel, and to convert it into an Incentive to Wisdom and Virtue,

ver. 89. Hence it appears that Satire may influence thofe

who defy all Laws Human and Divine, ver. 99. An Objection

anfwered, ver. 131.

PART II. Rules for the Conduct of Satire. Juftice 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 present

Times, vcr. 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 Manners

which these two Subjects require, ver. 277. The Praife 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 Hiftory of Satire. Roman Satirifts, Lucilius,
Horace, Perfius, Juvenal, ver. 357, &c. Causes of the Decay
of Literature, particularly of Satire, ver. 389. Revival of
Satire, 401. Erafmus one of its principal Reftorers, ver. 405.
Donne, ver. 411. The Abufe of Satire in England, during
the licentious Reign of Charles II. ver. 415. Dryden,
ver. 429. The true Ends of Satire purfued by Boileau in
France, ver. 439. and by Mr. Pope in England, ver. 445.



ATE gave

the word: the cruel arrow fped;

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 rest profound,
(Unconscious Britain!) flumbers o'er her wound.
Exulting Dulnefs ey'd the setting Light,

And flapp'd her wing, impatient for the Night:
Rous'd at the signal, Guilt collects her train,


And counts the Triumphs of her growing Reign: 10 With inextinguishable rage they burn;

And Snake-hung Envy hiffes o'er his Urn:

Th' envenom'd Monsters spit their deadly foam,
To blaft the laurel that furrounds his Tomb.

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 tafte 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 defign,
And pour new luftre on the glowing Line.
Yet deign to hear the efforts of a Mufe,
Whose 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 if from hence th' unlearn'd may comprehend, And reverence His and Satire's generous End.


every breaft there burns an active flame, The Love of Glory, or the Dread of Shame: The Paffion One, though various it appear,


As brighten'd into Hope, or dimm'd by Fear.
The lifping Infant, and the hoary Sire,

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:


She, Power refiltlefs, rules the wife and great;
Bends ev'n reluctant Hermits at her feet;
Haunts the proud City, and the lowly Shade,
And fways alike the Sceptre and the Spade.

Thus Heaven in Pity wakes the friendly Flame,

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 Substance quits the true;
Eager to catch the vifionary 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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