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In them, as certain to be lov'd as seen,
The Soul stood forth, ner kept a thought within ;
In me what spots (for spots I have) appear, 55
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prove at least the Medium must be clear.
In this impartial glass, my Muse intends
Fair to expose myself, my foes, my friends ;
Publish the present age; but where my text
Is Vice too high, reserve it for the next :
My foes shall wish my life a longer date,
And ev'ry friend the less lament my fate.
My head and heart thus flowing thro' my quill,
* Verse-man or Prose-man, term me which you will,
Papift or Protestant, or both between,

65 Like good Erafmus in an honest Mean, In moderation placing all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory.

s Satire's any weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet ;

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Perfius alluded to this idea when he said,

Vidi, vidi ipse, Libelle ! etc. VER, 64. Verse-man or Prose-man, term me which you will, Papiff or Protestant, etc.) The original thought (which is very fat, and so ill and aukwardly expressed, as to be taken for a monkish Addition) is here admirably imitated, in a lively character of himself, and his Writings.

VER. 69. Satire's my Weapon] In these Words, our Au. thor has happily explained the true Character of Horace's ironical Apology, which is to this purpose : Nature, says he, has given all Creatures the means of offence and defence : The wolf has teeth, the bull has horns, and I have a talent for larire, And, at the same time he vindicates his claim to

+ Tutus ab infestis latronibus ? u O pater et rex

Jupiter, ut pereat pofitum rubigine telum,

Nec quisquam noceat cupido mihi pacis ! at ille,

Qui me commôrit, (melius non tangere, clamo)

* Flebit, et infignis tota cantabitur urbe.

this his natural weapon, Satire, he (hews its moral ufe ; it was to oppose to the noxious qualities which nature had given Cervius for informing, Canidia for poisoning, and Turius for paffing sentence. The turn of this ludicrous argumentation is fine and delicate; and we find his Imitator faw the whole force of it.

VER. 71. I only wear it in a land of Hectors, etc.] Supe.

rior to,

tutus ab infestis latronibus, which only carries on the metaphor in

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Vagina tectus, whereas the imitation does more ; for, along with the meta. pbor, it conveys, the image of the subject, by presenting the leader with the several objects of satire.

'I only wear it in a land of Hectors, Thieves, Supercargoes, Sharpers and Directors. "Save but our Army! and let Jove incrust Swords, pikes, and guns, with everlasting ruft! w Peace is my dear delight---not Fleure's more : 75 But touch me, and no minifter fo fore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time * Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to Ridicule his whole life long, And the fad burthen of some merry song. 80

VER. 72. Thieves, Supercargoes,] The names, at that time, usually bestowed on those whom the trading Companies sent with their Ships, and intrusted with their concerns, abroad.

VER. 73. Save but our Army, ete.] “ Une maladie nou“ velle (says the admirable Author de L'esprit de Loix) s'est “ répandue en Europe ; elle a faisi nos Princes, et leur fait

entretenir un nombre desordonné de Troupes. Elle a fes “ redoublemens, et elle devient necessairement contagieuse. Car “ fi-tot qu'un Etat augmentent ce qu'il appelle ses Troupes, " les autres soudain augmentent les leurs, de façon qu'on ne

gagne rien par-là que la Ruïne commune. Chaque Mo

narque tient sur pied toutes les Armées qu'il pourroit " avoir si fes Peuples étoient en danger d'étre exterminés ;

et on nomme Paix cet état d'effort de tous contre tous. Aufli

l'Europe est-elle si ruinée, que les particuliers, qui seroient “ dans la situation où sont le trois Puissances de cette partie

du monde les plus opulentes, n'auroient pas de quoi vivre.

Nous sommes pauvres avec les Richesses & le commerce " de tout l'Univers'; & bientôt, à force d'avoir des Soldats,

nous n'aurons plus que des Soldats, & nous serons comme “ des Tartares."

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y Cervius iratus leges minitatur et urnam; Canidia Albutî, quibus est inimica, venenum ; Grande malum Turius, fi quid se judice certes : 2 Ut, quo quisque valet, suspectos terreat, utque Imperet hoc Natura potens, fic collige mecum. Dente lupus, cornu taurus petit ; unde, nifi intus Monstratum ? a Scaevae vivacem crede nepoti Matrem; nil faciet sceleris pia dextra (mirum ? Ut neque calce lupus quemquam, neque dente petit

bos) Sed mala tollet anum vitiato melle cicuta.

b Ne longum faciam : seu me tranquilla senectus Exspectat, feu mors atris circumvolat alis; Dives, inops; Romae, feu fors ita jufferit, exsul;

Ver. 8 1 ---84. Slander--libelld by ber bate.] There seems to be more spirit here than in the original. But it is hard to pronounce with certainty. For tho' one may be confident there is more force in the 83d and 84th lines than in

Canidia Albuti, quibus est inimica, venenum; yet there might be something, for ought we know, in the Character or History of Cervius, which might bring up that line to the spirit and poignancy of the 82d verse of the Imitation,

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y Slander or Poison dread from Delia's

rage,
Hard words or hanging, if your Judge be Page.
From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate,
P-x'd by her love, or libelld by her hate.

proper pow'r to hurt, each creature feels; 85 Bulls aim their horns, aud Affes lift their heels; "Tis a Bear's talent not to kick, but hug ; And no man wonders he's not ftung by Pug.

So drink with Walters, or with Chartres eat, They'll never poison you, they'll only cheat. 90

Then, learned Sir! (to cut the matter short)
Whate'er my fate, or well or ill at Court,
Whether Old age, with faint but chearful ray,
Attends to gild the Evening of my day,
Or Death's black wing already be display'd,

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95 To wrap me in the universal thade ;

VER, 84---90. It's proper power to burt, etc.) All, except the two laft lines, inferior to the elegance and precision of the Original.

VER. 93---96. Wbetber old age---shade] The Original is more finished, and even sublime. Besides, the last verse-.. To wrap me in the universal poade, has a languor and rem dundancy unusual with our author,

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