Yet deign to hear the efforts of a Muse, Whose eye, not wing, his ardent flight pursues : 25 SATIRE's bright Form, and fix her equal law; Pleas'd if from hence th' unlearn'd may comprehend, And rev'rence HIS and SATIRE's gen'rous End. As brighten'd into Hope, or dimm'd by Fear. 30 And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire: She, Pow'r refiftlefs, rules the wife and great; Thus Heav'n in Pity wakes the friendly Flame, In queft of Glory, plunges deep in Vice; 40 45 50 Till Till madly zealous, impotently vain, He forfeits ev'ry Praise he pants to gain. 55 Thus ftill imperious NATURE plies her part; And still her Dictates work in ev'ry heart. Each Pow'r that sov'reign Nature bids enjoy, Man may corrupt, but Man can ne'er destroy: Like mighty rivers, with refiftlefs force The Paffions rage, obftructed in their course; Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore, And drown thofe Virtues which they fed before. 60 And fure, the deadliest Foe to Virtue's flame, Our worst of Evils, is perverted shame. Beneath this load what abject numbers groan, Th' entangled Slaves to folly not their own! Meanly by fashionable fear oppress'd, We feek our Virtues in each other's breast; Blind to ourselves, adopt each foreign Vice, Another's weakness, int'rest, or caprice. Each Fool to low Ambition, poorly great, That pines in fplendid wretchedness of state, 65 70 Tir'd in the treach'rous Chace, would nobly yield, Behold yon Wretch, by impious fashion driv'n, 75 Dauntless Dauntless pursues the path Spinoza trod; 80 85 90 Faith, Justice, Heav'n itself now quit their hold, When to false Fame the captiv'd heart is fold: Hence, blind to truth, relentless Cato dy'd; Nought could fubdue his Virtue, but his Pride. Hence chafte Lucretia's Innocence betray'd Fell by that Honour which was meant its aid. Thus Virtue finks beneath unnumber'd woes, When Paffions, born her friends, revolt her foes. Hence SATIRE's pow'r: 'tis her corrective part, To calm the wild disorders of the heart. She points the arduous height where Glory lies, And teaches mad Ambition to be wife: In the dark bofom wakes the fair defire, Draws good from ill, a brighter flame from fire; Strips black Oppreffion of her gay disguise, And bids the Hag in native horror rife; Strikes tow'ring Pride, and lawless Rapine dead, And plants the wreath on Virtue's awful head. Nor boasts the Mufe a vain imagin'd pow'r, Tho' oft fhe mourn thofe ills fhe cannot cure. 95 100 The IMITATIONS. VER. 80. To Man a Coward, &c.] "Vois tu ce Libertin en public intrepide, 66 Qui preche contre un Dieu que dans fon Ame il croit? "Il iroit embraffer la Verité, qu'il voit; "Mais de fes faux Amis il craint la Raillerie, "Et ne brave ainfi Dieu que par Poltronnerie." BOILEAU, Ep. iii. The Worthy court her, and the Worthlefs fear: And ev'ry foe to Wisdom feels her sway. 106 ΓΙΟ 115 Scorn'd by the Crowd, feeks refuge with the Wife; The Crowd with laughter fpurns her awful train, And Mercy courts, and Juftice frowns in vain. But SATIRE's fhaft can pierce the harden'd breast: She plays a ruling paffion on the rest: Undaunted storms the batt'ry of his pride, 120 And awes the Brave that Earth and Heav'n defy'd. IMITATIONS. When VER. 110. From pois'nous Vice, &c.] Alluding to thefe lines of Mr. Pope; "In the mice Bee what Art fo subtly true "From pois'nous Herbs extracts a healing Dew?" When fell Corruption, by her vassals crown'd, 125 130 But with the friends of Vice, the foes of SATIRE, All truth is Spleen; all just reproof, Ill-nature. Well may they dread the Muse's fatal skill; O fordid maxim, form'd to fcreen the vile, 135 140 145 Who combats Virtue's foe is Virtue's friend ; 150 The object of her love is all Mankind. Scarce more the friend of Man, the wife muft own, Ev'n ALLEN's bounteous hand, than SATIRE's frown: Oft |