་ Hufh'd at her voice, pert Folly's felf is ftill, Undaunted ftorms the batt'ry of his pride, 115 120 And awes the Brave that Earth and Heav'n defy'd. When fell Corruption, by her vaffals crown'd, 125 Derides fall'n Juftice proftrate on the ground; IMITATIONS. VER. 110. From poys'nous Vice, etc ] Alluding to these Lines of Mr Pope; In the nice Bee what Art fo fubtly true From poys'nous Herbs extracts a healing Dew? Swift to redress an injur'd People's groan, 130 But with the friends of Vice, the foes of SATIRE, All truth is spleen; all just reproof, Ill-nature. Well may they dread the Mufe's fatal skill ́; Well may they tremble when she draws her quill: Her magic quill, that, like ITHURIEL's fpear, 135 Reveals the cloven hoof, or lengthen'd ear: Bids Vice and Folly take their natural shapes, Turns Ducheffes to ftrumpets, Beaux to apes; Drags the vile Whisp'rer from his dark abode, Till all the Dæmon starts up from the toad. O fordid maxim, form'd to screen the vile, 140 145 150 To Guilt alone her vengeance stands confin'd, 160 Oft in unfeeling hearts the shaft is spent : 155 Tho' ftrong th' example, weak the punishment. They leaft are pain'd, who merit satire most ; Folly the Laureat's, Vice was Chartres' boast: Then where's the wrong, to gibbet high the name Of Fools and Knaves already dead to shame? Oft SATIRE acts the faithful Surgeon's part; Gen'rous and kind tho' painful is her art: With caution bold, fhe only strikes to heal, Tho' Folly raves to break the friendly steel. Then fure no fault impartial SATIRE knows, 165 Kind ev'n in Vengeance, kind to Virtue's foes. Whofe is the crime, the fcandal too be theirs : The Knave and Fool are their own Libellers. PART II. 170 ARE nobly then: But conscious of your truft, As ever warm and bold be ever juft: Nor court applause in these degenʼrate days: The Villain's cenfure is extorted praise. But chief, be fteady in a noble end, 175 180 Fell Ravisher, from Innocence to tear That name, than liberty, than life more dear! Where fhall thy bafenefs meet its juft return, 185 Or what repay thy guilt, but endless scorn! b And know, immortal Truth fhall mock thy toil: 190 With caution next, the dang'rous pow'r apply; An eagle's talon asks an eagle's eye: > Let SATIRE then her proper object know, 195 200 And ere fhe ftrike, be fure fhe ftrike a foe. We therefore see a Fool, because we smile. 205 Lo, gay fhe fits in Laughter's dimpled cheek: 210 |