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C O N T E N T S.
This Paffon, implanted in Man as a Spur to Virtue, is generally perverted, Ver. 41. And thus become the Qccasion of the greatest Follies, Vices, and Miseries, Ver. 61. It is the Work of Satire to rectify this Passion, to reduce it to its proper Channel, and to convert it into an Incentive to Wisdom and Virtue, Ver. 89. Hence it appears, that Satire may influence those who defy all Laws Human and Divine, Ver. 99. An Objection answered, Ver. 131.
PART II. Rules for the Conduct of Satire. Justice and Truth its chief and essential Property, Ver. 169. Prudence in the Application of Wit and Ridicule, whose Province is, not to explore unknown, but to enforce known Truths, Ver. 191. Proper Subjects of Satire are the Manners of present Times, Ver. 239. Decency of Expression recommended, Ver. 255. The different Methods in which Folly and Vice ought to be chastised, Ver. 269. The Variety of Style and Manner which these two SubjeEts require, Ver. 277. The Praise of Virtue may be admitted with Propriety, Ver. 315. Caution with regard to Panegyric, Ver. 329. The Dignity of true Satire, Ver. 341,
P A R T 1.
the word; the cruel arrow sped; And Pope lies number'd with the mighty
Dead ! Resign'd he fell; superior to the dart, That quench'd its rage in Yours and BRITAIN'S
Heart: You mourn: but Britain, lull'd in rest found,
5 (Unconscious Britain !) slumbers o'er her
wound. Exulting Dulness 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: With inextinguishable rage they burn; And Snake-hung Envy hisses o'er his Urn: Th’envenom'd Monsters spit their deadly foam, To blast the Laurel that surrounds his Tomb.
But You, O WARBURTON! whose eye refin'd Can see the greatness of an honest mind; 16 Can fee each Virtue and each Grace unite, And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight;
You visit oft his awful Page with Care,
hend, And rev'rence His and Satire's gen'rous End.
In ev'ry Breast there burns an active flame, The Love of Glory, or the Dread of Shame: 30 The Pallion ONE, tho'various it appear, As brighten'd into Hope, or dimm'd by Fear. The lisping Infant, and the hoary Sire, And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire: The Charms of Praise the Coy, the Modestwoo, 35 And only fly, that Glory may pursue: She, Pow'r resistless, rules the wise and great; Bends ev'n reluctant Hermits at her feet; Haunts the proud City, and the lowly Shade, And sways alike the Sceptre and the Spade. 40
Thus Heav’n in Pity wakes the friendly Flame,
Mankind on Deeds that merit Fame :
Thus still imperious NATURE plies her part;
obstructed in their course; Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore, And drown those Virtues which they fed before. 60
And sure, the deadliest Foe to Virtue's flame, Our worst of Evils, is perverted Shame.