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Dadalian arguments but few can trace,
rage in vain, In vain the trackless maze of Truth And lend th' informing Clue to erring Man: 220 No more shall Reason boast her pow'r divine, Her Base eternal shook by Folly's mine! Truth's sacred Fort th' exploded laugh shall win; And Coxcombs vanquish BERKLEY by a grin.
But you, more fage, reject th’inverted rule, 225 That Truth is e’er explor'd by Ridicule : On truth, on falsehood let her colours fall, She throws a dazzling glare alike on all; As the gay Prism but mocks the flatter'd eye, And gives to ev'ry object ev'ry dye. 230 Beware the mad Advent'rer : bold and blind She hoists her fail, and drives with ev'ry wind; Deaf as the Storm to sinking Virtue’s groan, Nor heeds a Friend's destruction, or her own.
Let clear-ey'd Reason at the helm preside, 235
Tho' distant Times may rise in SATIRE's page, Yet chief 'tis Her's to draw the present Age: 240 With Wisdom's lustre, Folly's shade contrast, And judge the reigning Manners by the past : Bid Britain's Heroes (awful Shades !) arise, And ancient Honour beam on modern Vice: Point back to minds ingenuous, ' actions fair, 245 Till the Sons blush at what their Fathers were : Ere yet 'twas beggary the great to trust; Ere yet ’twas quite a folly to be just; When low-born Sharpers only dar'd a lie, Or falsify'd the card, or cogg'd the Dye; 250 Ere Lewdness the stain'd garb of Honour wore, Or Chastity was carted for the Whore ; Vice flutter'd, in the plumes of Freedom dress'd; Or public Spirit was the public jest.
Be ever, in a just expression, bold,
Let no unworthy mien her form debase,
your line with sharp encomiums grac'd: Style Clodius honourable, Bufa chaste.
Dart not on Folly an indignant eye : Who e'er discharg'd Artillery on a Fly? 270 Deride not Vice: Absurd the thought and vain, To bind the Tiger in so weak a chain. Nay more : when flagrant crimes your laughter
move, The Knave exults : to smile is to approve. The Muse's labour then success shall crown, 275 When Folly feels her smile, and Vice her frown.
Know next what measures to each Theme belong, And fuit your thoughts and numbers to your song:
On wing proportion’d to your quarry rise,
Not To when Virtue by her Guards betray'd, Spurn’d from her Throne, implores the Muse's aid: When crimes, which erst in kindred darkness lay, Rise frontless, and insult the
296 Indignant Hymen veils his hallow'd fires, And white-rob’d Chastity with tears retires ; When rank Adultery on the genial bed Hot from Cocytus rears her baleful head :
300 When private Faith and public Trust are sold, And Traitors barter Liberty for gold :
When fell Corruption dark and deep, like fate,
Yet Satire oft assumes a gentler mien, 315 And beams on Virtue's friends a smile serene: 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 see unconquer'd merit shine ; 320 Where bursting glorious, with departing ray, True Genius gilds the close of Britain's Day : With joy she sees the stream of Roman art
From Murray's tongue flow purer to the heart : | Sees YORKE to Fame, e'er yet to Manhood known, And just to ev'ry virtue, but his own :