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Hears unstain’d CAM with generous pride proclaim A SAGE's, Critic's, and a Poet's name : Beholds, where WIDCOMBE's happy hills ascend, Each orphan’d Art and Virtue find a friend: 326 To Hagley's honour'd Shade directs her view ; And culls each flow'r, to form a Wreath for You.
But tread with cautious step this dang’rous ground, Beset with faithless precipices round: 330 Truth be your guide : disdain Ambition's call ; And if you fall with Truth, you greatly fall. 'Tis Virtue's native lustre that must shine ; The Poet can but set it in his line : And who unmoy'd with laughter can behold 335 A fordid pebble meanly grac'd with gold ? Let real Merit then adorn your lays, For Shame attends on prostituted praise : And all your wit, your most distinguish'd art But makes us grieve you want an honest heart. 340
Nor think the Muse by SATIRE's Law confin'd: She yields description of the noblest kind. Inferior art the Landskip may design, And paint the purple ev’ning in the line :
Her daring thought efsays a higher plan; 345
HRO’Ages thus has SATIRE keenly shin'd,
rage. Truth saw her honest spleen with new delight, And bade her wing her shafts, and urge
their flight. First on the Sons of Greece she prov'd her art, 365 And Sparta felt the fierce IAMBIC dart a. To LATIUM next, avenging Satire flew : The flaming faulchion rough LUCILIUS • drew; With dauntless warmth in Virtue's cause engag'd, And conscious Villains trembled as he rag'd. 379
Juv. S. i.
Then sportive HorAce caught the gen'rous fire; For SATIRE's bow resign'd the founding lyre : Each arrow polish'd in his hand was seen, And, as it grew more polish'd, grew more keen. His art, conceald in ftudy'd negligence, 375 Politely fly, cajold the foes of sense : He seem'd to sport and trifle with the dart, But while he sported, drove it to the heart.
In graver strains majestic Persius wrote, Big with a ripe exuberance of thought : Greatly sedate, contemn'd a Tyrant's reign, And lash'd corruption with a calm disdain,
More ardent eloquence, and boundless
rage, Inflame bold JUVENAL's exalted page, His mighty numbers aw'd corrupted Rome, 385 And swept audacious Greatness to its doom ; The headlong torrent thund'ring from on high, Rent the proud rock that lately brav'd the sky.
Tangit, et admillus circum præcordia ludit,
PERS. S. i.
But lo! the fatal Victor of Mankind, Swoln Luxury !--pale Ruin stalks behind! 390 As countless Insects from the north-east pour, To blast the Spring, and ravage ev'ry flow'r: So barb'rous Millions spread contagious death: The fick’ning Laurel wither'd at their breath. Deep Superstition's night the skies o’erhung, 395 Beneath whose baleful dews the Poppy sprung. No longer Genius woo'd the Nine to love, But Dulness nodded in the Muse's
grove : Wit, Spirit, Freedom, were the fole offence, Nor aught was held so dangerous as Sense. 400
At length, again fair Science shot her ray, Dawn'd in the skies, and spoke returning day. Now, SATIRE, triumph o’er thy flying foe, Now load thy quiver, string thy slacken'd bow.! 'Tis done--See great ERASMUS breaks the spell, And wounds triumphant Folly in her Cell! 406 (In vain the folemn Cowl surrounds her face, Vain all her bigot cant, her four grimace) With shame compelld her leaden throne to quit, And own the force of Reason urg'd by Wit. 410