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Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit and the Throne, Yet touchd and shamd by Ridicule alone...

Epito Satires, Parta.



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There are, to whom my Satire feems too bold: Scarce to wife Peter complaifant enough,

And fomething faid of Chartres much too rough.
The lines are weak, another's pleas'd to say, 5
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 foul I cannot fleep a wink.



VER. 7. Tim'rous by nature, of the Rich in awe,] The delicacy of this does not fo much lie in the ironical application of it to himself, as in its seriously characterifing the Perfon for whofe advice 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 loft the grace, by not imitating the concifeness, of

verum nequeo


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Tranfranto Tiberim, fomno quibus eft opus alto;
Irriguumve mero fub noctem corpus habento.

* Aut, fi tantus amor fcribendi te rapit, aude

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For concifenefs, when it is clear (as in this place) gives the
highest grace to elegance of expreffion. But what follows is as
much above the Original, as this falls fhort 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, extept Milton (fays he, in a letter to Mr. Locke) have been merą

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I nod in company, I wake at night,

Fools rush into my head, and fo I write.

F.You could not do a worse thing for your life. 1 5 Why, if the nights seem tedious


take a Wife:

* Or rather truly, if your point be rest, Lettuce and cowflip-wine; Probatum eft. But talk with Celfus, Celfus 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 afunder,25 With Gun, Drum, Trumpet, Blunderbufs, and Thunder?

Or nobly wild, with Budgel's fire and force, Paint Angels trembling round his falling Horse ?`


ballad-makers in comparison of him. And Mr. Locke, in answer to this obfervation, replies, I find, with pleasure, a strange barmony throughout, between your Thoughts and mine. Juft fo a Roman Lawyer, and a Greek Hiftorian, thought of the poetry of Cicero. But thefe being judgments made by men out of their own profeffion, are little regarded. And Pope and Juvenal will make Blackmore and Tully pafs for Poetafters to the world's end VER. 28. falling Horfe?] The horfe on which hisMajesty'

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