Hears unftain'd CAM with generous pride proclaim A SAGE'S, CRITIC's, and a POET's name : Beholds, where WIDCOMBE's happy hills ascend, Each orphan'd Art and Virtue find a friend: 326 TO HAGLEY'S honour'd Shade directs her view; And culls each flow'r, to form a Wreath for You. But tread with cautious ftep this dang'rous ground, Beset with faithlefs precipices round: 330 Truth be your guide: disdain Ambition's call; And if you fall with Truth, you greatly fall. 'Tis Virtue's native luftre that must shine; The Poet can but fet it in his line: And who unmov'd with laughter can behold 335 For Shame attends on prostituted praise : And all your wit, your moft diftinguish'd art Nor think the Mufe by SATIRE's Law confin'd: She yields description of the nobleft kind. Inferior art the Landskip may design, And paint the purple ev'ning in the line : Her daring thought effays a higher plan; Now with a touch more facred and refin'd, 345 350 Call forth a CHESTERFIELD'S or LONSDALE's mind. B3 T PART III. "HRO' Ages thus has SATIRE keenly shin'd, The Friend to Truth, to Virtue, and Mankind: 360 Yet the bright flame from Virtue ne'er had sprung, NOTES. Archilochum proprio rabies armavit Iambo. b HOR. Juv. S. i, Then sportive HORACE caught the gen'rous fire; For SATIRE's bow refign'd the founding lyre: Each arrow polish'd in his hand was feen, And, as it grew more polifh'd, grew more keen. His art, conceal'd in ftudy'd negligence, Politely fly, cajol'd the foes of fense: He feem'd to sport and trifle with the dart, But while he sported, drove it to the heart. In graver ftrains majestic PERSIUS wrote, Big with a ripe exuberance of thought: Greatly fedate, contemn'd a Tyrant's reign, And lash'd corruption with a calm disdain. 375 More ardent eloquence, and boundless rage, Inflame bold JUVENAL's exalted page, 380 385 His mighty numbers aw'd corrupted Rome, NOTES, < Omne vafer vitium ridenti Flaccus amico PERS. S.i. But lo! the fatal Victor of Mankind, Swoln Luxury!-pale Ruin stalks behind! 390 As countless Infects from the north-east pour, To blaft the Spring, and ravage ev'ry flow'r : So barb'rous Millions spread contagious death: The fick'ning Laurel wither'd at their breath. Deep Superftition's night the skies o'erhung, 395 Beneath whofe baleful dews the Poppy sprung. No longer Genius woo'd the Nine to love, But Dulness nodded in the Mufe's grove: Wit, Spirit, Freedom, were the fole offence, Nor aught was held fo dangerous as Senfe. 400 At length, again fair Science shot her ray, Dawn'd in the skies, and fpoke returning day. Now, SATIRE, triumph o'er thy flying foe, Now load thy quiver, ftring thy flacken'd bow! 'Tis done-See great ERASMUS breaks the fpell, And wounds triumphant Folly in her Cell! 406 (In vain the folemn Cowl furrounds her face, Vain all her bigot cant, her four grimace) With fhame compell'd her leaden throne to quit, And own the force of Reafon urg'd by Wit. 410 |