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ther led him to another model. 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 caustic lightning of Juvenal, Horace would content himself in turning into ridicule.
If it be asked then, why he took any body at all to imitate, he has informed us in his Advertisement to which we may add, that this sort of Imitations, which are of the nature of Parodies, adds reflected grace and Iplendor on original wit. Besides, he deemed it more modest to give the name of Imitations to his Satires, than, like Despreaux, to give the name of Satires to Imitations,
P.THERE are (I scarce can think it, but an told)
There are, to whom my Satire seems too bold
P. Not write? but then I think,
F. You could not do a worse thing for your life. 15
* It has been commonly observed of the English, thať a rogue never goes to the gallows without the pily of the speciators, and their parting curses on the rigour of the laws that brought them thither : and this has been as commonly ascribed to the good nature of the p ople. But it is a mistake. The frue cause is their hatred and envy of power. Their compassion for dunces and scoundrels (when exposed by great writers to public contempt, either in justice to the age, or in vindication of their own charaflers) has the same source. They cover their envy to a superior genius, in lamenting the feve. riiy of his pen.
Or, if you needs must write, write Cesar's praise,
fierce, With ARMs and GEORGE and BRUNSWICK crowd the
F. Then all your Muse's softer art display,
P. Alas! few verses touch their nicer ear;
35 It is to History he trufts for praise.
F. Better be Cibber, I'll maintain it ftill, Than ridicule all taste, blafpheme quadrille, Abuse the city's best good men in metre, And laugh at peers that put their trust in Peter. 40 Ev’n those you touch not, hate you.
P. What should ail them? F. A hundred smart in Timon and in Balaam : The fewer still you name, you wound the more ; Bond is but one, but Harpax is a score.
* Mr. Molyneux, a great mathematician and philofopher, had a high opinion of Sir Richard Blackmore's poetic vein. “ All our English poets, “ except Milton (says he, in a letter to Mr. Locke) have been mere ballad. “ makers in comparison of him." And Mr. Locke, in answer to this obser: vation, replies, “ I find with pleasure, a strange harmony throughout, be“tween your thoughts and mine." just fo a Roman lawyer, and a Greck historian thought of the poetry of Cicero. But these being judgments mad: by men out of their own profession, are little regarded. And Pope and Juvenal will make Blackmore and Tully pass for poetasters to the world's end.
+ The horfe on which his majesty charged at the bartle of Oudenard ; when the Pretender, and the princes of the blood of France, fied before him. 5
P. Each mortal has his pleasure : none deny.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
They had this, indeed, in common, to use great liberties of speech, and lo profess faying what they thought. Montagne had many qualities, that had gained him the love and esteem of his readers: the other had one, which always gained him the favourable attention of his hearers. For as a celebra · ted Roman orator observes, 's Maledicit INERUDITUS apertius et fæpius,
cum periculo etiam fuo. Affert et ista res OPINIONEM, quia libentissimo “ homines audiunt ea quæ dicere ipsi noluissent."
+ The names, at that time, usually bestowed on those whořn the trading companies fent with their ships, and entrusted with their concerns abroad.
Peace is my dear delight-not FLEURY's more : 75
Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage,
Then, learned Sir! (to cut the matter short)
F. Alas young man! your days can ne'er be long,
P. What? arm’d for virtue when I point the pen, 195