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See thronging Millions to the Pagod run,
And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son!
Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim,
In Soldier, Churchman, Patriot, Man in Pow'r,
'Tis Avorice all, Ambition is no more!
See, all our Nobles begging to be Slaves !
See, a'l cur Fools aspiring to be Knaves !
The Wit of Cheats, the Courage of a Whore, 16;
Are what ten thousand envy and adore :
All, all look up, with reverential Awe,
At Crimes that 'scape, or triumph o'er the Law:
While Truth, Worth, Wisdom, daily they decry-
“ Nothing is Sacred now but Villainy." 170

Yet may this Verfe (if such a Verse remain)
Show, there was one who held it in disdain.

Ver. 165. The Wit of Cheats, the Courage of a Whore, - Are abat ten thousand envy and adore:] And no wonder, for the quit of Cheats being the evasion of Justice, and the Courage of a Wbore the contempt for reputation ; these emancipate men from the two tyrannical restraints upon free spirits, fear of punishment, and dread of amico

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IS all a Libel-Paxton (Sir) will say
P. Not yet, my Friend ! to morrow 'faith

it may;


And for that very cause I print to day.
How should I fret to mangle ev'ry line,
In rev’rence to the Sins of Thirty nine !
Vice with such Giant strides comes on amain,
Invention strives to be before in vain ;
Feign what I will, and paint it e'er so strong,
Some rising Genius fins up to my Song.

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VIR. 1. Paxton.] Late sollicitor to the Treasury.

F. Yet none but you by name the guilty lalh: 10 Ev'n Guthry saves half Newgate by a Dalh. Spare then the Person, and expose the Vice. P. How, Sir! not damą the Sharper, but the Dice? Come on then, Satire ! gen'ral, unconfin’d, Spread thy broad wing, and fouce on all the kind. Ye Statesmen, Priests, of one Religion all! 16 Ye Tradesmen, vile, in Army, Court, or Hall; Ye Rev'rend Atheists. F. Scandal! name them, Who?

P. Why that's the thing you bid me not to do. Who starv'd a Sister, who forswore a Debt, I never nam’d; the Town's enquiring yet. The pois'ning Dame-F. You mean-P. I don't.

F. You do. P. See, now I keep the Secret, and not you! The bribing Statesman-F. Hold, too high you go. P. The brib'd Elector - F. There you stoop too low.

25 P. I fain would pleafe you, if I knew with what; Tell me, which Knave is lawful Game, which not?



VÆR. 11. Ev'r Gübry.] The Ordinary of Newgate, who publishes the memoirs of the Malefactors, and is often prevailed upon to be so tender of their reputation, as to fet down no more than the initials of their name.

Ver. 13. How, Sir! not damn tbe Sharper, but the Dice?} The liveliness of the reply may excuse the bad reasoning; otherwise be dice, tho' they rhyme to vice, can never stand for it, which his argument requires they should do. For the dice are only the inftruments of fraud; but the question is not, whether the infrument, but whether the act committed by it, should be exposed, instead of the perfon.



Must great Offenders, once escap'd the Crown,
Like Royal Harts, be never more run down?
Admit your Law to spare the Knight requires,
Aş Beasts of Nature may we hunt the Squires ?
Suppose I censure-you know what I mean
To save a Bishop, may


name a Dean?
F. A Dean, Sir ? no: his Fortune is not made,
You hurt a man that's rising in the Trade. 35

P. If not the Tradesman wha fet up to day,
Much lefs the 'Prentice who to morrow may.
Down, down, proud Satire! tho' a Realm be spoil'd,
Arraign no mightier Thief than wretched Wild;
Or, if a Court or Country's made a job,
Go drench a Pick-pocket, and join the Mob.

But, Sir, I beg you (for the Love of Vice !)
The matter's weighty, pray consider twice;
Have you less pity for the needy Cheat,
The poor and friendless Villain, than the Great? 45


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Ver. 29. like Royal Harts, etc.) Alluding to the old Game, laws, when our Kings spent all the time they could spare from human flaughter, in Woods and Forests.

VER. 35. You burt a man that's rising in the Trade.] For, as the reasonable De la Bruyere observes, “ Qui ne fait être un 6 ERASME, doit penser à être Evêque.

Ver. 19. wretched Wild,] Jonathan Wild, a famous Thief, and Thief-Impeacher, who was at last caught in his own train and hanged.

VER. 42. for the love of Vice] We must consider the Poet as here directing his discourse to a follower of the new syften of Politics, That private vices are publick benefits. SCRIBL.

Alas! the small Discredit of a Bribe
Scarce hurts the Lawyer, but undoes the Scribe.
Then better sure it Charity becomes
To tax Directors, who (thank God) have Plums;
Still better, Ministers; or, if the thing

50 May pinch ev'n there-why lay it on a King. F. Stop! ftop!

P. Must Satire, then, nor rise nor fall ? Speak ont, and bid me blame no Rogues at all.

F. Yes, strike that Wild, I'll justify the blow.

P. Strike? why the man was hang'd ten years ago: Who now that obsolete Example fears? Ey'n Peter trembles only for his Ears.

F. What always Peter? Peter thinks you mad, You make men desp'rate, if they once are bad: Else might he take to Virtue fome years hence-60

P. As S.--k, if he lives, will love the Prince. F. Strange spleen to S---k!

P. Do I wrong the Man? God knows, I praise a Courtier where I can. When I confess, there is who feels for Fame, And melts to Goodness, need I SCARB’Row name? 65


VER. 51. wby lay it on a King.] He is serious in the foregoing subjects of fatire; but ironical here, and only alludes to the common practice of Minifters, in laying their own miscarriages on their masters.

Ver. 57. Ev'n Peter trembles only for bis cars.] Peter had, the year before this, narrowly escaped the Pillory for forgery: and got off with a severe rebuke only from the bench.

VIR. 65. Starb'row] Earl of, and Knight of the Garter,

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