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Eve's tempter thus the rabbins have express'd,
Not fortune's worshipper, nor fashion fool,
A. But why insult the poor, affront the great P. A knave's a knave to me, in every state; Alike my scorn,
if he succeed or fail,
Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit; This dreaded satirist Dennis will confess Foe to his pride, but friend to his distress! So humble, he has knock'd at Tibbald's door, Has drunk with Cibber, nay, has rhymed for
Moore: Full ten years slander'd, did he once reply ? Three thousand suns went down on Welsted's lie To please a mistress one aspersed his life; He lash'd him not, but let her be his wife: Let Budgell charge low Grub street on his quill, And write whate'er he pleased, except his will; Let the two Curlls of town and court abuse His father, mother, body, soul, and muse Yet why ? that father held it for a rule, It was a sin to call our neighbour fool: That harmless mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this and spare his family, James Moore! Unspotted names, and memorable long, If there be force in virtue or in song.
Of gentle blood (part shed in honour's cause, While yet in Britain honour had applause) Each parent sprung—A. What fortune, pray ?
P. Their own, And better got than Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife: Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dared an oath, nor hazarded a lie. Unlearn’d, ne knew no schoolman's subtlc art, No language but the language of the heart. By nature honest, by experience wise; Healthy by temperance and by exercise; His life, though long, to sickness pass'd unknown, His (leath was instant and without a groan.
O grant me thus to live, and thus to die !
O friend ! may each domestic bliss be thine!
A. Whether that blessing be denied or given, Thus far was right; the rest belongs to Heaven.
SATIRES AND EPISTLES
ADVERTISEMENT. The occasion of publishing these Imitations was the clamour raised on some of my Epistles. An answer from Horace was both more full, and of more dignity, than any I could have made in my own person: and the example of much greater freedom in so eminent a divine as Dr. Donne, seemed a proof with what indig. nation and contempt a Christian may treat vice or folly, in ever so low or ever so high a station. Both these authors were acceptable to the princes and mi. nisters under whom they lived. The satires of Dr. Donne I versified at the desire of the earl of Oxford, while he was lord treasurer, and of the duke of Shrewsbury, who had been secretary of state; neither of whom looked upon a satire on vicious courts as ar.y reflection on those they served in. And, indeed there is not in the world a greater error, than that which fools are so apt to fall into, and knaves with good reason to encourage, the mistaking a satirist for a libeller; whereas to a true satirist nothing is so odious as a libeller, for the same reason as to a man truly virtuous nothing is so hateful as a hypocrite.
Uni æquus virtuti atque ejus amicis.
Whoever expects a paraphrase of Horace, or a faithful copy of his genius, or manner of writing, in these imitations, will be much disappointed. Our author uses the Roman poet for little more than his canvass: and if the old design or colouring chance to suit his purpose, it is well; if not, he employs his own, without scruple.or ceremony. Hence it is, he is so frequently serious where Horace is in jest, and at ease where Horace is disturbed. In a word, he regulates his movements no further on his original, than was necessary for his concurrence in promoting their common plan of reformation of manners.
Had it been his purpose merely to paraphrase an ancient satirist, he had hardly made choice of Horace: with whom, as a poet, he held little in common, besides a comprehensive knowledge of life and manners, and a certain curious felicity of expression, which consists in using the simplest language with dignity and the most ornamented with ease. For the rest, his harmony and strength of numbers, his force and splendour of colouring, his gravity and sublimity of sentiment, would have rather led him to another mo. del. Nor was his temper less unlike that of Horace than his talents. What Horace would only smile at, Mr. Pope would treat with the grave severity of Persius; and what Mr. Pope would strike with the caus. tic lightning of Juvenal, Horace would content him. self in turning into ridicule.
If it be ask then, why he took any body at all to imitate, he has informed us in his advertisement. To which we may add, that this scrt of imitations, which are of the nature of parodies, adds reflected grace and splendour on original wit. Besides, he deemed it more modest to give the name of imitations to his sa. tire, than, like Despreaux, to give the name of satires to imitations.
BOOK II.-SATIRE I.
TO MR FORTESCUE.
P. Not write ? but then I think,
F. You could not do a worse thing for your lifc.
P. What, like sir Richard ! rumbling, rough, and fierce With arms,and George and Brunswick crowd the verse