PART
I.
This
the End and Efficacy of Satire. The Love of
Glory and Fear of Shame univerfal, Ver. 29.
Paffion, implanted in Man as a Spur to Virtue, is gene-
rally perverted, Ver. 41. And thus become the Qccafion
of the greatest Follies, Vices, and Miseries, Ver. 61. It
is the Work of Satire to rectify this Paffion, 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 thofe who defy all Laws Human and
Divine, Ver. 99. An Objection answered, Ver. 131.
PART II.
Rules for the Conduct of Satire. Justice and Tru
its chief and effential Property, Ver. 169. Prudence in
the Application of Wit and Ridicule, whofe Province is,
not to explore unknown, but to enforce known Truths,
Ver. 191. Proper Subjects of Satire are the Manners of
prefent Times, Ver. 239. Decency of Expreffion recom-
mended, 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 Subjects require, Ver.
277. The Praife of Virtue may be admitted with Pro-
priety, Ver. 315. Caution with regard to Panegyric,
Ver. 329. The Dignity of true Satire, Ver. 341.
PART
III.
The Hiftory of Satire. Roman Satirifts, Lucilius,
Horace, Perfius, Juvenal, Ver. 357, etc. Causes of
the Decay of Literature, particularly of Satire, Ver. 389.
Revival of Satire, Ver. 401. Erafmus one of its prin-
cipal Reftorers, Ver. 405. Donne, Ver. 411. The
Abufe of Satire in England, during the licentious Reign
of Charles II. Ver. 415. Dryden, 429. The true
Ends of Satire pursued by Boileau in France, Ver. 439;
and by Mr. Pope in England, Ver, 445.
wound.
Exulting Dulness ey'd the setting Light,
And flapp'd her wing, impatient for the Night:
Rous'd at the fignal, Guilt collects her train,
And counts the Triumphs of her growing Reign:
With inextinguishable rage they burn;
And Snake-hung ENVY hiffes o'er his Urn:
Th' envenom'd Monsters spit their deadly foam,
To blast the Laurel that furrounds his Tomb.
But You, O WARBURTON! whofe eye refin'd
Can fee the greatness of an honest mind; 16
Can fee each Virtue and each Grace unite,
And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight,
You vifit oft his awful Page with Care,
And view that bright Affemblage treafur'd there;
You trace the Chain that links his deep defign, 21
And pour new Luftre on the glowing Line.
Yet deign to hear the efforts of a Mufe,
Whofe eye, not wing, his ardent flight pursues:
Intent from this great Archetype to draw
SATIRE's bright Form, and fix her equal law;
Pleas'd if from hence th'unlearn'd may compre-
hend,
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And rev'rence His and SATIRE's gen'rous End.
In ev'ry Breaft there burns an active flame,
The Love of Glory, or the Dread of Shame: 30
The Paffion ONE, tho' various it appear,
As brighten'd into Hope, or dimm'd by Fear.
The lifping Infant, and the hoary Sire,
And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire:
The Charms of Praife the Coy, the Modest woo, 35
And only fly, that Glory may pursue :
She, Pow'r refiftlefs, rules the wife and great;
Bends ev'n reluctant Hermits at her feet;
Haunts the proud City, and the lowly Shade,
And sways 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 wife,
Rejects the Manna fent him from the Skies:
With rapture hears corrupted Paffion's call, 45
Still proudly prone to mingle with the stall.
As each deceitful fhadow tempts his view,
He for the imag'd Substance quits the true;
Eager to catch the vifionary Prize,
In queft of Glory, plunges deep in Vice;
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 fov'reign Nature bids enjoy, 55
Man may corrupt, but Man can ne'er destroy :
Like mighty rivers, with refiftless force
The Paffions rage, obftructed in their course;
Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore,
And drown those Virtues which they fed before. 60
And fure, the deadlieft Foe to Virtue's flame, Our worst of Evils, is perverted Shame.
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