A simple quaker, or a quaker's wife, 135 Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, 140 She's still the same, belov'd, contented thing. 147 And sees pale Virtue carted in her stead. 150 Lo! VER. 129. This calls the church to deprecate our sin,] Warburton says, this alludes to the Forms of Prayer composed in the times of public calamity and distress; where the fault is generally laid upon the people. VER. 130. Gin.] A spirituous liquor, the exorbitant use of which had almost destroyed the lowest rank of the people, till it was restrained by an act of parliament in 1736. VER. 131. Let modest FOSTER,] An eminent dissenting preacher. VER. 133. A simple Quaker, or a Quaker's wife,] The Quaker's wife was Mrs. Drummond. VER. 134. Outdo Landaffe] A prelate of irreproachable character, who is said never to have offended Pope; and whose son is no small ornament to his profession, Dr. Harris of Doctors Commons. Lo! at the wheels of her triumphal car, 155 Hear her black trumpet through the land proclaim, In soldier, churchman, patriot, man in pow'r, Yet may this verse (if such a verse remain) 160 165 EPILOGUE TO THE SATIRE S. DIALOGUE II. FR. 'TIS all a libel-Paxton (Sir) will say. P. Not yet, my friend! to-morrow 'faith [it may; And for that very cause I print to-day. F. Yet none but you by name the guilty lash; VER. 1. Paxton] Late solicitor to the Treasury. 5 10 Spare VER. II. Ev'n Gutbry] The Ordinary of Newgate, who publishes the Memoirs of the Malefactors, and is often prevailed upon to be so tender of their reputation, as to set down no more than the initials of their name. as Spare then the person, and expose the vice. P. How, Sir! not damn the sharper, but the dice? Come on then, Satire! gen'ral, unconfin'd, Spread thy broad wing, and souse on all the kind. Ye tradesmen, vile, in army, court, or hall! 16 Ye rev'rend atheists. F. Scandal! name them, Who? P. Why that's the thing you bid me not to do.. Who starv'd a sister, who forswore a debt, 20 I never nam'd; the town's enquiring yet. P. See, now I keep the secret, and not you! The bribing statesman-F. Hold, too high you go. P. The brib'd elector-F. There you stoop too low. P. I fain would please you, if I knew with what; Tell me, which knave is lawful game, which not? Must great offenders, once escap'd the crown, Like royal harts, be never more run down? Admit your law to spare the knight requires, As beasts of nature may we hunt the squires? Suppose I censure. you know what I mean. To save a bishop, may I name a dean'? F. A dean, Sir? No: his fortune is not made, You hurt a man that's rising in the trade. 30 35 P. If not the tradesman who set up to-day, Much less the 'prentice who to-morrow may. Down, down, proud Satire! though a realm be spoil'd, Arraign no mightier thief than wretched Wild; Or, |