Nor fondly deem the real fool confeft, And courts the fpruce freethinker and the beau. But you, more fage, reject th' inverted rule, 195 200 205 210 215 220 225 230 Beware the mad advent'rer: bold and blind Nor heeds a friend's deftruction or her own. Let clear-ey'd Reafon at the helm prefide, 235 240 245 Ere yet 'twas quite a folly to be just; When low-born fharpers only dar'd a lie, Or falfify'd the card, or cogg'd the die ; 250 Ere Lewdness the ftain'd garb of Honour wore, Or Chastity was carted for the whore; Vice flutter'd, in the plumes of Freedom drest, Or public spirit was the public jest. 255 Yet ne'er degrade fair Satire to a scold : Let no unworthy mien her form debafe, But let her fmile and let her frown with grace; In mirth be temp'rate, temp'rate in her spleen, Nor, while fhe preaches modesty, obscene. 260 The Mufe's charms refiftlefs then affail When wrapp'd in Irony's transparent veil : Her beauties half conceal'd the more furprise, 265 And keener luftre fparkles in her eyes. Then be your line with fharp encomiums grac'd; Style Clodius Honourable, Bufa Chafte. Whoe'er difcharg'd artillery on a fly? 270 Deride not Vice; abfurd the thought and vain Nay more; when flagrant crimes your laughter move, The knave exults: to fmile is to approve. The The Mufe's labour then fuccefs fhali crown 275 280 Know next what measures to each theme belong, And fuit your thoughts and numbers to your fong: On wing proportion'd to your quarry rife, And froop to earth, or foar among the skies. Thus when a modifh folly you rehearse, Free the expreffion, fimple be the verse : In artless numbers paint th' ambitious peer That mounts the box, and fhines a charioteer: In ftrains familiar fing the midnight toil Of camps and fenates difciplin'd by Hoyle; Patriots and chiefs, whofe deep defign invades And carries off the captive king-of Spades! Let Satire here in milder vigour shine, And gaily graceful fport along the line; Bid courtly Fashion quit her thin pretence, And fmile each affectation into fenfe. 285 290 Not so when Virtue, by her guards betray'd, Spurn'd from her throne, implores the Mufes' aid; When crimes, which erft in kindred darkness lay, 295 Rife frontless, and infult the eye of day ; Indignant Hymen veils his hallow'd fires, And white-rob'd Chastity with tears retires: When rank Adult'ry on the genial bed, Hot from Cocytus, rears her baleful head; When private faith and public trust are fold, And traitors barter liberty for gold; 300 When fell Corruption dark and deep, like Fate, When giant Vice and Irreligion rife 305 On mountain'd falfehoods to invade the skies; Then warmer numbers glow thro' Satire's page, And all her fmiles are darken'd into rage; On eagle wings the gains Parnaffus' height, Not lofty Epic foars a nobler flight: 310 Then flash her lightnings, and her thunders fly: Wide and more wide her flaming bolts are hurl'd, Yet 375 320 Yet Satire oft' affumes a gentler mien, And beams on Virtue's friends a fmile ferene: She wounds reluctant, pours her balm with joy, Glad to commend where worth attracts her eye: But chief when virtue, learning, arts, decline, She joys to fee unconquer'd Merit shine; Where, bursting glorious with departing ray, True genius gilds the clofe of Britain's day: With joy the fees the stream of Roman art From Murray's tongue flow purer to the heart; Sees Yorke to fame e'er yet to manhood known, 325 And just to ev'ry virtue but his own; 330 Hears unftain'd Cam with gen'rous pride proclaim Truth be your guide; disdain Ambition's call; 335 And who, unmov'd with laughter, can behold 340 Nor think the Mufe by Satire's law confin'd; 345 She yields defcription of the noblest kind. Inferior art the landscape may defign, And paint the purple evʼning in the line : Her daring thought effays a higher plan; Her hand delineates paffion, pictures man. And great the toil the latent foul to trace, To paint the heart, and catch internal grace; By turns bid Vice or Virtue strike our eyes, Now bid a Wolfey or a Cromwell rise; 359 Now, Now, with a touch more facred and refin'd, PART III. TERO' ages thus has Satire keenly fhin'd, This Mufe in filence joy'd each better age, 1 To Latium next avenging Satire flew ; More ardent eloquence and boundless rage 355 360 365 370 376 380 385 390 But, |