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More ardent eloquence, and boundless rage,
But lo! the fatal Victor of Mankind,
395 To blast the Spring, and ravage every
At length, again fair Science shot her ray, 405
'Twas then plain Donne in honest vengeance rose, His Wit harmonious, though his Rhyme was profe: VOL. II.
He 'midst an Age of Puns and Pedants wrote
Yet scarce had Satire well relum'd her flame,
425 Untutor'd thought and tinsel beauty shine: Wit's shatter'd Mirror lies in fragments bright, Reflects not Nature, but confounds the fight. Dry Morals the Court-Poet blush'd to fing; 'Twas all his praise to say “the oddest thing." 430 Proud for a jest obscene, a Patron's nod, To martyr Virtue, or blaspheme his God.
Ill-fated Dryden! who unmov'd can see Th’ extremes of wit and meanness join'd in Thee ! Flames that could mount, and gain their kindred skies, Low creeping in the putrid fink of vice : A Muse whom Wisdom woo'd, but woo'd in vain, The Pimp of Power, the Prostitute to Gain : Wreaths, that should deck fair Virtue's form alone, To Strumpets, Traitors, Tyrants, vilely thrown :
440 Unrival'd Parts, the scorn of honest fame; And Genius rise, a Monument of shame!
More happy France: immortal Boileau there
445 And breath'd her airs divine into his breast :
Fancy and Sense to form his line conspire,
But see, at length, the British Genius smile,
450 Behold for Pope she twines the laurel crown, And centers every Poet's power in one: Each Roman's force adorns his various page; Gay smiles, collected ftrength, and manly rage. Despairing Guilt and Dulness loath the fight, .455 As Spectres vanish at approaching light : In this clear Mirror with delight we view Each Image juftly fine, and boldly true : Here Vice, dragg’d forth by Truth’s fupreme decree, Beholds and hates her own deformity;
460 While self-seen Virtue in the faithful line With modest joys surveys her form divine. But oh, what thoughts, what numbers fhail I find, But faintly to express the Poet's mind! Who yonder Stars effulgence can display, Unless he dip his pencil in the ray? Who paint a God, unless the God inspire ? What catch the lightning, but the speed of fire? So, mighty Pope, to make thy Genius known, All power
is weak, all numbers- but thy own. 470 Each Muse for thee with kind contention strove, For thee the Graces left th' Idalian grove; With watchful fondness o'er thy cradle hung, Attun'd thy voice, and form'd thy infant tongue. Next, to her Bard majestic Wisdom came; 473 The bard enraptur'd caught the heavenly Aame : C 2
With taste superior scorn'd the venal tribe,
pour moral transport o'er the heart.
495 And opens all the Virtues into bloom. This praise, immortal Pope, to thee be given. Thy Genius was indeed a Gift from Heaven. Hail, Bard unequal'd, in whose deathless line Reason and wit with strength collected shine ;
500 Where matchless Wit but wins the second praise, Loft, nobly loft, in Truth's superior blaze. Did Friendship e’er mislead thy wandering Muse ? That Friendship sure may plead the great excuse : That sacred Friendship which inspir'd thy Song, 905 Fair in defect, and amiably wrong.
Error like this ev'n Truth can scarce reprove; 'Tis almost Virtue when it flows from Love.
Ye deathless Names, ye Sons of endless praise, By Virtue crown'd with never-fading bays ! Say, shall an artless Muse, if you inspire, Light her pale lamp at your immortal fire ? Or if, o Warburton, inspir’d by You, The daring Muse a nobler path pursue, By You inspir’d, on trembling pinions foar, 515 The sacred founts of social bliss explore, In her bold numbers chain the Tyrant's rage, And bid her Country's glory fire her page : If such her fate, do thou, fair Truth, descend, And watchful guard her in an honeft end :
520 Kindly severe, instruct her equal line To court no Friend, nor own a Foe but thine. But if her giddy eye should vainly quit Thy sacred paths, to run the maze of wit; If her apostate heart should e'er incline
525 To offer incense at Corruption's fhrine ; Urge, urge thy power, the black attempt confound, And dash the smoaking Cenfer to the ground. Thus aw'd to fear, instructed Bards
see That guilt is doom'd to link in Infamy.