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Glory and Fear of Shame universal, Ver. 29. This Paffon, implanted in Man as a Spur to Virtue, is generally perverted, Ver. 41. And thus become the Qccasion of the greatest Follies, Vices, and Miseries, Ver. 61. It is the work of Satire to reEtify this Pafron, to reduce it to its proper Channel, and to convert it into an Incentive to Wisdom and Virtue, Ver. 89. Hence it appears, that Satire, may influence those who defy all Laws Human and Divine, Ver. 99. An Obječtion answered, Ver. 131.
PART II. Rules for the Conduct of Satire. Justice and Truth its chief and essential Property, Ver. 169. Prudence in the Application of Wit and Ridicule, whose Province is, not to explore unknown, but to enforce known Truths, Ver. 191. Proper Subječts of Satire are the Manners of present Times, Ver. 239. Decency of Expresion recommended, Ver. 255. The different Methods in which Folly and Vice ought to be chastised, Ver. 269. The Variety of Style and Manner which these two SubjeEts require, Ver. 277. The Praise of Virtue may be admitted with Propriety, Ver. 315. Caution with regard to Panegyric, Ver. 329. The Dignity of true Satire, Ver. 341.
Exulting Dulness ey'd the setting Light,
But You, O WARBURTON! whose eye refin'd
You visit oft his awful Page with Care,
hend, And rev'rence His and Satire's gen'rous End.
In ev'ry Breast there burns an active flame, The Love of Glory, or the Dread of Shame: 30 The Passion One, tho'various it appear, As brighten'd into Hope, or dimm'd by Fear. The lisping Infant, and the hoáry Sire, And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire: The Charms of Praise the Coy, the Modest woo, 35 And only fly, that Glory may pursue : She, Pow'r resistless, rules the wise and great; Bends ev'n reluctant Hermits at her feet; Haunts the proud City, and the lowly Shade, And fways alike the Sceptre and the Spade. 40. Thus Heav'n in Pity wakes the friendly Flame, To urge Mankind on Deeds that merit Fame : But Man, vain Man, in folly only wise, Rejects the Manna sent him from the Skies: With rapture hears corrupted Passion's call, 45 Still proudly prone to mingle with the stall. As each deceitful shadow tempts his view, He for the imag'd Substance quits the true; Eager to catch the visionary Prize, In quest of Glory, plunges deep in Vice; 50 Till madly zealous, impotently vain, He forfeits ev'ry Praise he pants to gain,
Thus still imperious NATURE plies her part ; And still her Dictates work in ev'ry heart. Each Pow'r that sov'reign Nature bids enjoy, 55 Man may corrupt, but Man can ne'er destroy:. Like mighty rivers, with resistless force The Passions rage, obstructed in their course; Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore, And drown thoseVirtues which they fed before. 60
And sure, the deadliest Foe to Virtue’s flame, Our worst of Evils, is perverted Shame.