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F. Hunman inv.et del;
Safe from the Bar,the Pulpit and the Throne, jetrouchd and shamd by Ridicule alone
Epito Jatires, Parta.
SAT I REI.
To Mr. FORTESCU E.
Satire seems too bold: Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough, And something said of Chartres much too rough. • The lines are weak, another's pleas’d to say5 Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. Tim’rous by nature, of the Rich in awe, I come to Council learned in the Law: You'll give me, like a friend both fage and free, Advice; and (as you use) without a Fee. F. I'd write no more.
P. Not write? but then I think, * And for my soul I cannot sleep a wink.
Notes. Ver.7. Tim'rous by nature, of the Rich in awe,] The delicacy of this does not so much lie in the ironical application of it to himself, as in its seriously characterising the Person for whose adviče he applies.
VER. 12. Not write ? &c.] He has omitted the most humourous part of the answer,
Peream male, fi non Optimum erat, and has lost the grace, by not imitating the conciseness, of
verum nequeo dormire.
T. fTer uncti
Transranto Tiberim, somno quibus est opus
Irriguumve mero sub noctem
6 Aut, fi tantus amor scribendi te rapit, aude
NOTES. For conciseness, when it is clear (as in this place) gives the highest grace to elegance of expression.-But what follows is as much above the Original, as this falls short of it.
Ver. 20. Hartshorn] This was intended as a pleasantry on the novelty of the prescription.
Ver. 23. What? like Sir Richard, &c.] Mr. Molyneux, a great Mathematician and Philosopher, had a high opinion of Sir Richard Blackmore's poetic vein. All our English poets, exMilton (says he, in a letter to Mr. Locke) have been mere
I nod in company, I wake at night,
F.You could not do a worse thing for your life.15 Why, if the nights seem tedious --- take a Wife:
Or rather truly, if your point be rest, Lettuce and cowslip-wine; Probatum eft. But talk with Celsus, Celsus will advise Hartshorn,or something that shall close your eyes.20 : Or, if you needs must write, write CAESAR’s Praise, "You'll gain at least a Knighthood, or the Bays. P. What? like Sir Richard, rumbling, rough,
and fierce, With Arms, and GEORGE and BRUNSWICK crowd
the verse, Rend with tremendous found your ears asunder,25 With Gun, Drum, Trumpet, Blunderbuss, and
Thunder? Or nobly wild, with Budgel's fire and force, Paint Angels trembling round his falling Horse? .
Notes. ballad-makers in comparison of him. And Mr. Locke, in answer to this observation, replies, I find, with pleasure, a strange barmony throughout, between your Thoughts and mine. Just fo a Roman Lawyer, and a Greek Historian, thought of the poetry of Cicero. But these being judgments made by men out of their own profeffion, are little regarded. And Pope and Juvenal will make Blackmore and Tully pass for Poetasters to the world's erd Ver. 28. falling Horse?] The horse on which his Majesty