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Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the Dignity of Vice be loft ?
Ye Gods ! fhall Cibber's Son, without rebuke, 115
Swear like a Lord, or Rich out-whore a Duke?
A Fav'rite's Porter with his Master vie,
Be brib'd as often, and as often lie?
Shall Ward draw Contracts with a Statesman's skill ?
Or Japhet pocket, like his Grace, a Will ?
Is it for Bond, or Peter, (paltry things)
To pay their Debts, or keep their Faith, like Kings?
If Blount dispatch'd himself, he play'd the man,
And so may'st thou, illustrious Passeran!
But shall a Printer, weary of his life,

125 Learn, from their Books, to hang himself and Wife?

VER. 113. Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boaft ;] A satirical ambiguity--either that those farve wbo bave it, or that those who boast of it, bave it not : and both together (he insinuates) make up the present state of modern virtue,

VER. 115. Cibber's Son,- Ricb] Two players : look for them in the Dunciad,

VER. 123. If Blount.] Author of an impious and foolish book called the Oracles of Reason, who being in love with a near kinswoman of his, and rejected, gave himself a stab in the arm, as pretending to kill himself, of the consequence of which he really died.

VER. 124. Pajeran!] Author of another book of the same kamp, called, A pbilosopbical discourse on death, being a de. fence of suicide. He was a nobleman of Piedmont, baniched from his country for his impieties, and lived in the utmost misery, yet feared to practise his own precepts.--This unhappy man at last died a penitent.

VER. 125. But fall a Printer, etc. ) A Fact that happened in London a few years past. The unhappy man left behind him


This, this, my friend, I cannot, mutt not bear ;
Vice thus abus’d, demands a Nation's care :
This calls the Church to deprecate our Sin,
And hurls the Thunder of the Laws on Gin.

Let modeft Foster, if he will, excell
Ten Metropolitans in preaching well ;
A simple Quaker, or a Quaker's Wifc,
Out-do Landaffe in Doctrine,-yea in Life:
Let humble Allen, with an aukward Shame, 135
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it Fame.

a paper justifying his action by the reafonings of fome of these authors.

VER. 129. This calls the Church to deprecate our Sin,] Alluding to the forms of prayer, composed in the times of public calamity; 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. 134. Landaffe.] A poor Bishoprick in Wales, as poorly supplied. VER.

135. Let humble ALLEN with an aukward Sbame --Do good by stealth, and blush to find it Fame. ] We are so absolutely governed by custom, that to act contrary to it, creates even in virtuous men, who are ever modeft, a kind of diffidence, which is the parent of Skame. But when, to this, there is joined a consciousness that, in forsaking custom, you follow truth and reason, the indignation arising from such a conscious virtue, mixing with Shame, produces that amiable aukwardness, in going out of the fashion, which the Poet, here, celebrates :

and blush to find it Fame, i.e. He blushed at the degeneracy of his times, which, at best, gave his goo:vess its due commendation (the thing he never aimed at) instead of following and imitating his example,

Virtue may choose the high or low Degree,
'Tis juft alike to Virtue, and to me;
Dwell in a Monk, or light upon a King,
She's ftill the same, belov'd, contented thing,

Vice is undone, if the forgets her Birth,
And stoops from Angels to the Dreys of Earth:
But 'tis the Fall degrades her to a Whore ;
Let Greatness own her, and she's mean no more, 145
Her Birth, her Beauty, Crowds and Courts confefs,
Chaste Matrons praise her, and grave Bishops bless ;
In golden Chains the willing World the draws,
And hers the Gospel is, and hers the Laws,
Mounts the Tribunal, lifts her scarlet head,
And sees pale Virtue carted in her stead. 150
Lo! at the wheels of her triumphal Car,
Old England's Genius, rough with many a Scar,
Dragg'd in the duft! his arms hang idly round,
His Flag inverted trails along the ground !
Our Youth, all liv'ry'd o'er with foreign Gold, 155
Before her dance : behind her, crawl the Old !

which was the reafon why some acts of it were not done by fealtb, but more openly.

VER. 138. 'Tis just alike to Virtue, and to me ;] He gives the reason for it, in the line that presently follows,

She's still the same, belov'd, contented thing. So that the sense of the text is this, “ It is all one to Virtue on “ whom her influence falls, whether on high or low, because “ it still produces the same effect, their content; and it is all one

to me, because it still produces the same effect, my love.".

See thronging Millions to the Pagod ran,
And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son !
Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim,
In Soldier, Churchman, Patriot, Man in Pow'r,
'Tis Av'rice all, Ambition is no more!
See, all our Nobles begging to be Slaves !
See, all our Fools afpiring to be Knaves!
The Wit of Cheats, the Courage of a Whore, 165
Are what ten thousand envy and adore :
All, all look up, with reverential Awe,
At Crimes that 'scape, or triumph o'er the Law :
While Truth, Worth, Wisdom, daily they decry-
"Nothing is Sacred now but Villainy." 170

Yet may this Verse (if such a Verfe remain)
Show, there was one who held it in disdain.

VER. 165. The Wit of Cheats, the Courage of a Wbore, -- Are what ten thousand envy and adore :) And no wonder, for the wit of Cheats being the evasion of Justice, and the Courage of a Wbore the contempt for reputation ; these emancipate men from the two tyrannical restraints upon free spirits, fear of punifoment, and dread of shame,






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Friend ! to morrow 'faith

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And for that very cause I print to day.
How should I fret to mangle ev'ry line,
In rev'rence to the Sins of Thirty nine !
Vice with fuch Giant ftrides comes on amain,
Invention strives to be before in vain ;
Feign what I will, and paint it e'er so strong,
Some rising Genius fins up to my Song.

VER, 1. Paxton.) Late sollicitor to the Treasury,

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