In every breaft there burns an active flame, And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire: Thus Heaven in Pity wakes the friendly Flame To urge Mankind on Deeds that merit Fame: But Man, vain Man, in Folly only wife, Rejects the Manna fent him from the Skies; With raptures bears corrupted Paffion's call, Still proudly prone to mingle with the stall. As each deceitful Shadow tempts his view, He for the imag'd Subftance quits the true i Eager to catch the vifionary Prize, In queft of Glory plunges deep in Vice Till madly zealous, impotently vain, He forfeits every Praife he pants to gain. Thus ftill imperious Nature plies her part And still her Dictates work in every heart. Each Power that fovereign Nature bids enjoy, Man may corrupt, but Man can ne'er deftroy. Like mighty rivers, with refiftless force The Paffions rage, obftructed in their courfe ; Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore, And drown those virtues which they fed before. 40 95 Nor boats the Mufe a vain imagin'd Power, 45 Smarts, Pedants, as the files, no more are vain; 105 55 60 110 115 120 And Force, ftrong-finew'd, rends th' unequal toils: 130 70 But with the friends of Vice, the foes of Satire, All truth is Spleen; all just reproof, Jil-nature. 65 And fure, the deadlieft Foe to Virtue's flame, Our worst of Evils, is perverted Shame. Beneath this load, what abject numbers groan, Th' entangled Slaves to folly not their own! Meanly by fashionable fear opprefs'd, We feek our Virtues in each other's breast; Blind to ourselves, adopt each foreign Vice, Another's weakness, intereft, or caprice. Each Fool to low Ambition, poorly great, That pines in fplendid wretchedness of Яtate, Tir'd in the treacherous Chafe, would nobly yield, And, but for fhame, like Sylla, quit the field: The Dæmon Shame paints ftrong the ridicule, And whispers close, "The World will call you Fool." Behold yon Wretch, by impious fashion driven, 75 Believes and trembles, while he fcoff's at Heaven. By weakness ftrong, and bold through fear alone, He dreads the fneer by thallow Coxcombs thrown; Dauntless pursues the path Spinoza trod; To man a Coward, and a Brave to God, 80 Faith, Juftice, Heaven itself now quit their hold, When to falfe Fame the captive Heart is fold: Hence, blind to truth, relentlefs Cato dy'd; Nought could fubdue his Virtue, but his Pride. Hence chafte Lucretia's Innocence betray'd Fell by that Honour which was meant its aid. Thus Virtue finks beneath unnumber'd woes, When Paffions, born her friends revolt her faes. Well may they dread the Mufe's fatal kill; Well may they tremble when the draws her quill: Her magic quill, that, like Ithuriel's fpear, Reveals the cloven hoof, or lengthen'd ear Bids Vice and Folly take their natural shapes, Turns Duchefles to ftrumpets, Beauxs to apes; Drags the vile Whifperer from his dark abode, Till all the Dæmon starts up from the toad. O fordid maxim, form'd to fcreen the vile, That true good-nature ftill must wear a fmile! 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. 85 Who combats Virtue's foe is Virtue's friend; Then judge of Satire's merit by her end To Guilt alone her vengeance ftands confin'd, The object of her love is all Mankind. 325 135 140 145 150 Scarce more the friend of Man, the wife must own, Oft in unfeeling hearts the fhaft is spent ; 155 165 195 Nor fondly deem the real fool confeft, Deride our weak forefathers' mufty rule, Who therefore fmil'd, because they faw a Fool; We therefore fee a Fool, because we (mile. 209 205 Lo, gay he fits in Laughter's dimpled cheek: 219 And courts the fpruce Freethinker and the Beau. But all can read the language of grimace. Hence mighty Ridicule's all-conquering hand 215 PART Shall work Herculean wonders through the Land: Bound in the magic of her cobweb chain, You, mighty Warburton, fhail rage in vain, In vain the tracklefs maze of Truth you scan, Rules for the Conduct of Satire. Juice and Truth And lend th' informing Clue to erring Man : its chief and effential Property, ver. 169. Pru-No more fhall Reafon boast her power divine, dence in the Application of Wit and Ridicule, whofe Her Bafe eternal fhook by Folly's mine! Province is, not to explore unknown, but to enforce Truth's facred Fort th' exploded laugh shall win ; known Truths, ver. 191. Proper Subjects of Sa- And Coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. tire are the Manners of prefent Times, wer. 239. ver. 255. Decency of Expreffion recommended, The different Methods in which Folly and Vice ought to be claftifed, ver. 269. The Variety of Style and Manners which these two Subjects require, ver. 277. The praife of Virtue may be admitted with Propriety, ver. 315. Caution with regard to Panegyric, ver. 329. The Dignity of True Satire, wer. 341. D ARE nobly then: But confcious of your truft, Nor court applaufe in thefe degenerate days: But chief be feady in a noble end, And thew Mankind that Truth has yet a friend. Q loft to honour's voice, O doom'd to fame, And know, immortal Truth fhall mock thy toil: 175 180 But you, more fage, reject th' inverted rule, 22 Beware the mad Adventurer: bold and blind 230 185 When low-born Sharpers only dar'd to lye, 259 Immortal Truth fhall bid the shaft recoil; Ere Lewdnefs the ftain'd garb of Honour wore, With rage retorted, wing the deadly dart; And empty all its poifon in thy heart. 190 With caution next, the dangerous power apply; Vice flutter'd, in the plumes of Freedom drefs'd; Let no unworthy mein her form debafe, The Mufe's charms refiftlefs then affail, 260 265 270 Dart not on Folly an indignant eye: 275 That mounts the box, and fhines a Charioteer : 285 But tread with cautious fteps this dangerous ground, Truth be your guide: difdain Ambition's call; 335 340 350 Nor think the Mufe by Satire's Law confin'd: 345 Not fo when Virtue by her Guards betray'd, 300 305 When fell Corruption dark and deep, like fate, Yet Satire oft affumes a gentler mien, 310 PART III. 355 The Hiftory of Satire. Roman Satirifts, Luciliu. Horace, Perfius, Juvenal, ver. 357, &c. Caufes of the Decay of Literature, particularly of Satire, ver. 389. Revival of Satire, 401. Erafmus one of its principal Reftorers, ver. 405. Donne, wer. 411. The Abufe of Satire in England, during the licentious Reign of Charles II. ver. 415. Dryden, ver. 429. The true Ends of Satire pursued by Boileau in France, ver. 439. and by Mr. Pope in England, ver. 445. 365 Wit's fhattered Mirror lies in fragments bright, Reflects not Nature, but confounds the fight. Dry Morals the Court-Poet blush'd to fing; "Twas all his praife to fay "the oddeft thing." Proud for a jest obfcene, a Patron's nod, To martyr Virtue, or blafpheme his God. This Mufe in filence joy'd each better Age, With dauntless warmth in Virtue's canfe engag'd, 370 Ill-fated Dryden! who unmov'd can fee Then fportive Horace caught the generous fire; 375 Low creeping in the putrid fink of vice: For Satire's bow refign'd the founding lyre; And, as it grew more polith'd, grew more keen. In graver ftrains majestic Perfius wrote; But lo! the fatal Victor of Mankind, Swoln Luxury!-pale Ruin ftalks behind! As countless Infects from the north-east pour; To blaft the Spring, and ravage every flower; So barbarous Millions fpread contagious death: The fickening Laurel wither'd at their breath. Deep Superftition's night the fkies o'erhung, Beneath whofe balefui dews the Poppy fprung. 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. 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 Erafmus breaks the spell, And wounds triumphant Folly in her Cell! (In vain the folemn Cowl furrounds her face, Vain all her bigot cant, her four grimace) With fhame compell' her leaden throne to quit, And own the force of Reafon urg'd by Wit. 380 A Mufe whom Wifdom woo'd, but woo'd in vain, But fee, at length, the British Genius fmile. And shower her bounties o'er her favour'd Isle: 49 Behold for Pope the twines the laurel crown, And centres every Poet's power in one : Each Roman's force adorns his various page; 395 Gay fmiles, collected ftrength, and manly rage. Defpairing Guilt and Dulnefs loath the fight, As Spectres vanifh at approaching light; In this clear Mirror with delight we view Each Image juftly fine, and boldly true : 400 Here Vice dragg'd forth by Truth's fupreme decret. Beholds and hates her own deformity; 410 While felf-feen Virtue in the faithful line With modeft joys furveys her form divine. But oh, what thoughts, what numbers fhall I find, But fainly to exprefs the Poet's mind! 405 Who yonder Stars' effulgence can difplay, Unless he dip his pencil in the ray ? Who paint a God, unlefs the God inspire? What catch the lightning, but the speed of fire? So, mighty Pope, to make thy Genius known, All power is weak, all numbers-but thy own. 47 Each Mufe for thee with kind contention ftreve, For thee the Graces left th' Idalian grove; With watchful fondness o'er thy craddle hung, Attun'd thy voice, and form'd thy infant tongue. Next to her Bard majestic Wifdom came; The bard enraptur'd caught the heavenly flame With tafte fuperior scorn'd the venal tribe, Whom fear can fway, or guilty greatnefs bribe; At Fancy's 's call who rear the wanton fail, Sport with the ftream, and triffe in the gale: Sublimer views thy daring Spirit bound; Thy mighty Voyage was Creation's round; Intent new Worlds of Wisdom to explore, And blefs Mankind with Virtue's facred store; A nobler joy than Wit can give, impart; And pour a moral transport o'er the heart. 'Twas then plain Donne in honeft vengeance role, Yet fcarce had Satire well relum'd her flame, 425 500 This praife, immortal Pope, to thee be given. Error like this ev'n Truth can fearce reprove; Ye deathlefs Names, ye Sons of endless praife, 510 515 520 525 To court no Friend, no own a Foe but thine. If her apoftate heart should e'er incline To offer incenfe at Corruption's fhrine; Urge, urge thy power, the black attempt confound; VOL. Vi 530 ESSAY ON ΟΝ ΜΑΝ IN FOUR EPISTLES; Το H. St. John, Lord Bolingbroke. ÅRGUMENT OF EPISTLE I Of the Nature and State of Man with respect to the Universe. OF Man in the abftrat.-I. That we can judge only with regard to our own fyftem, being ignorant of the relations of fyftems and things, ver. 17, &c. II. That Man is not to be deemed imperfect, but a Being fuited to bis place and rank in the creation, agreeable to the general Order of things, and conformable to Ends and Relations to bim unknown, ver. 35, &c. III. That it is partly upon bis Ignorance of future events, and partly upon the hope of a future ftate, that all bis happiness in the prefent depends, ver. 775 &c. IV. The pride of aiming at more knowledge, and pretending to more Perfection, the caufe of Man's error and milery. The impiety of putting himself in the place of God, and judging of the fitness or unfitrefs, perfection or imperfection, justice or injustice, of bis difpenfations, ver. 10, &c. V. The abfurdity of conceiting himself the final cause of the creation, or expecting that perfection in the moral world, which is not in the natural, ver. 131, &c. VI. The unreujnableness of his complaints against Providence, rubile in the one band be demands the Perfection of the Angels, and on the other the bodily qualifications of the Brutes; though, to poffefs any of the fenfitive faculties in a bigher degree, would render bim miferable, ver. 173, &c. VII. That throughout the abole vifible world, an univerfal order and gradati. on in the fenfual and mental faculties is obferved, which caufes à fubordination of creature to creature, and of all creatures to Man. The gradations of fenfe, inftinet, thought, reflection, reason; that reas for alone countervails all the other faculties, ver. 20. VIII. How much farther this order and fubordin tion of living creatures may extend above and belr● us; were any part of which broken, not that port only, but the tubule connected creation must be destrezed, ver. 233. IX. The extravagance, madues, and pride of fuch a defire, ver. 250. X. The cone fequence of all the abfolate fubmiffion due to Prov dence, both as to our prefent and future flatt, wer. 281, c. to the end. A a a |