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But thou a brave neglect of fame hast shown,
Of others' fame, great Genius! and thy own.
Write on unheeded, and this maxim know,
The man who pardons disappoints his foe.

In malice to proud wits some proudly lull Their peevish reason, vain of being dull: When some home joke has stung their solemn souls, In vengeance they determine-to be fools; Thro' spleen, that little Nature gave make less, Quite zealous in the ways of heaviness; To lumps inanimate a fondness take,

And disinherit sons that are awake.

These, when their utmost venom they would spit,
Most barbarously tell you" He's a wit."
Poor negroes thus, to show their burning spite
To cacodemons, say they 're dev'lish white.

Lampridius, from the bottom of his breast,
Sighs o'er one child, but triumphs in the rest.
How just his grief? one carries in his head
A less proportion of the father's lead,
And is in danger, without special grace,
To rise above a justice of the peace.
The dunghill-breed of men a di'mond scorn,
And feel a passion for a grain of corn;
Some stupid, plodding, money loving wight,

Who wins their hearts by knowing black from white,

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Who with much pains, exerting all his sense,
Can range aright his shillings, pounds, and pence.
The booby father craves a booby son,

And by Heav'n's blessing thinks himself undone.
Wants of all kinds are made to fame a plea,
One learns to lisp, another not to see:

Miss D, tottering, catches at your
Was ever thing so pretty born to stand?

hand;

Whilst these what Nature gave disown, thro' pride Others affect what nature has deny'd;

What Nature has deny'd fools will pursue,

As apes are ever walking upon two.

Crassus, a grateful sage, our awe and sport! Supports grave forms, for forms the sage support: He hems, and cries, with an important air, "If yonder clouds withdraw it will be fair :" Then quotes the Stagirite to prove it true, And adds, "The learn'd delight in something new." Is't not enough the blockhead scarce can read, But must he wisely look, and gravely plead ? As far a formalist from wisdom sits,

In judging eyes, as libertines from wits.

These subtle wights (so blind are mortal men,
Tho' Satire couch them with her keenest pen)
For ever will hang out a solemn face,
To put off nonsense with a better grace;

As pedlars with some hero's head make bold,
Illustrious mark! where pins are to be sold.

What's the bent brow, or neck in thought reclin'd? The body's wisdom to conceal the mind.

A man of sense can artifice disdain,

As men of wealth may venture to go plain;
And be this truth eternal ne'er forgot,
Solemnity's a cover for a sot.

I find the fool when I behold the skreen,
For 'tis the wise man's interest to be seen.
that openness of heart,

Hence,

And just disdain for that poor mimic art;
Hence (manly praise !) that manner, nobly free,
Which all admire, and I commend in thee.

With generous scorn how oft hast thou survey'd Of court and town the noontide masquerade, Where swarms of knaves the vizor quite disgrace, And hide secure behind a naked face?

Where Nature's end of language is declin❜d,
And men talk only to conceal the mind;
Where gen❜rous hearts the greatest hazard run,
And he who trusts a brother is undone?

These all their care expend on outward show
For wealth and fame; for fame alone the beau.
Of late at White's was young Florello seen,
How blank his look? how discompos'd his mien?

So hard it proves in grief sincere to feign!
Sunk were his spirits, for his coat was plain.

Next day his breast regain'd its wonted peace;
His health was mended with a silver lace.
A curious artist, long inur'd to toils

Of gentler sort, with combs, and fragrant oils;
Whether by chance, or by some god inspir'd,
So touch'd his curls, his mighty soul was fir'd.
The well-swoln ties an equal homage claim,
And either shoulder has its share of fame;
His sumptuous watchcase, tho' conceal'd it lies,
Like a good conscience, solid joy supplies.
He only thinks himself (so far from vain!)
St-pe in wit, in breeding D-1-ne.

Whene'er, by seeming chance, he throws his eye
On mirrors that reflect his Tyrian dye,

With how sublime a transport leaps his heart?
But Fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
In active measures, brought from France, he wheels,
And triumphs conscious of his learned heels.
So have I seen, on some bright summer's day,
A calf of genius, debonair and gay,

Dance on the bank, as if inspir'd by Fame,
Fond of the pretty fellow in the stream.

Morose is sunk with shame whene'er surpris'd

In linen clean, or peruke undisguis'd:

Nor sublunary chance his vestments fear,
Valu'd, like leopards, as their spots appear.

A fam'd surtout he wears, which once was blue,
And his foot swims in a capacious shoe :

One day his wife (for who can wives reclaim?)
Levell❜d her barb'rous needle at his fame;
But open force was vain; by night she went,
And, while he slept, surpris'd the darling rent:
Where yawn'd the frieze is now become a doubt,
"And glory at one entrance, quite shut out*."
He scorns Florello, and Florello him;

This hates the filthy creature, that the prim:
Thus in each other, both these fools despise
Their own dear selves, with undiscerning eyes;
Their methods various, but alike their aim;
The sloven and the fopling are the same.

Ye Whigs and Tories! thus it fares with you,
When party-rage too warmly you pursue;
Then both club nonsense, and impetuous pride
And folly joins whom sentiments divide.

You vent your spleen, as monkeys, when they pass, Scratch at the mimic monkey in the glass,

While both are one, and henceforth be it known, Fools of both sides shall stand for fools alone.

* Milton.

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