65 Beneath this load what abject numbers groan, "Fool." Behold yon Wretch, by impious fashion driv❜n, Believes and trembles while he scoffs at Heav'n. 76 By weakness strong, and bold thro' fear alone, Hedreads the fneer by shallow Coxcombs thrown; Dauntless purfues the path Spinoza trod ; To Man a Coward, and a Brave to God. IMITATIONS. VER 80. To Man a Coward, etc.] "Vois tu ce Libertin en public intrepide, 80 "Qui preche contre un Dieu que dans fon Ame il croit? "Mais de fes faux Amis il craint la Raillerie, BOILEAU, Ep. iik. Faith, Justice, Heav'n itself now quit their hold, When to false Fame the captiv'd heart is fold: Hence, blind to truth, relentless Cato dy'd ; Nought could fubdue his Virtue, but his Pride. Hence chaste Lucretia's Innocence betray'd 85 Fell by that Honour which was meant its aid. Thus Virtue finks beneath unnumber'd woes, When Paffions, born her friends, revolt her foes. 90 Hence SATIRE's pow'r: 'tis her corrective part, To calm the wild disorders of the heart. She points the arduous height where Glory lies, And teaches mad Ambition to be wife : In the dark bofom wakes the fair defire, Draws good from ill, a brighter flame from fire; 95 Strikes tow'ring Pride, and lawless Rapine dead, And plants the wreath on Virtue's awful head. Nor boasts the Mufe a vain imagin'd pow'r, Tho' oft fhe mourn thofe ills fhe cannot cure. 100 The Worthy court her, and the Worthless fear: Who fhun her piercing eye, that eye revere. Her awful voice the Vain and Vile obey, And ev'ry foe to Wisdom feels her fway. 106 Smarts, Pedants, as fhe fmiles, no more are vain; Ev'n fair Religion, Native of the skies, IMITATIONS. VER. 110. From pois'nous Vice, &c.] Alluding to thefe lines of Mr. Pope; "In the nice Bee what Art fo fubtly true "From pois'nous Herbs extracts a healing Dew? When fell Corruption, by her vaffals crown'd, 125 Bold SATIRE fhakes the Tyrant on her throne; But with the friends of Vice, the foes ofSATIRE, All truth is Spleen; all just reproof, Ill-nature. Well may they dread the Muse's fatal skill; Well may they tremble, when fhe draws her quill: Her magic quill, that, like ITHURIEL's fpear, 135 Reveals the cloven hoof, or lengthen'd ear: Bids Vice and Folly take their natʼral shapes, Turns Ducheffes to ftrumpets, Beaux to apes; Drags the vile Whifp'rer from his dark abode, Till all the Dæmon starts up from the toad. 140 O fordid maxim, form'd to fcreen the vile, That true good-nature ftill must wear a smile! In frowns array'd her beauties ftronger rife, When love of Virtue wakes her fcorn of Vice: Where Juftice calls, 'tis Cruelty to fave; And 'tis the Law's good-nature hangs the Knave, 145 Who combats Virtue's foe is Virtue's friend; frown: 150 This to chastize, as That to blefs, was giv'n; Oft in unfeeling hearts the shaft is spent: 155 Tho' strong th' example, weak the punishment. They least are pain'd, who merit fatire most; Folly the Laureat's, Vice was Chartres' boast : Then where's the wrong, to gibbet high the name Of Fools and Knaves already dead to shame? 160 Oft SATIRE acts the faithful Surgeon's part; Gen'rous and kind, tho' painful is her art : With caution bold, fhe only strikes to heal; Tho' folly raves to break the friendly steel. Then fure no fault impartial SATIRE knows, 165 Kind ev'n in Vengeance, kind to Virtue's foes. Whofe is the crime, the fcandal too be theirs: The Knave and Fool are their own Libellers. |