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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

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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 fuch a Verfe remain) Show, there was one who held it in disdain.

Veri 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 e Wbore the contempt for reputation ; these emancipate men from the two tyrannical restraints upon free spirits, fear of punishment, and dread of shame.






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IS all a Libel-Paxton (Sir) will say

Friend ! to morrow 'faith

P. Not yet, my

it may;


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,


F. Yet none but you by name the guilty lalh : Ev'n Guthry saves half Newgate by a Dash. Spare then the Person, and expose the Vice.

P. How, Sir I not damn the Sharper, but the Dice?
Come on then, Satire ! gen'ral, unconfin’d,
Spread thy broad wing, and fouce on all the kind.
Ye Statesmen, Priests, of one Religion all! 16
Ye Tradesmen, vile, in Army, Court, or Hall;
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,
I never nam’d; the Town's enquiring yet.
The pois’ning Dame-F. You mean-P. I don't.


F. You do. P. See, now I keep the Secret, and not you ! . The bribing Statesman-F. Hold, too high you go. P. The bribd Elector-F. There you stoop too low.

25 P. I fain would please you, if I knew with what; Tell me, which Knave is lawful Game, which not?

VER. II. Ev'n Guthry.] The Ordinary of Newgate, who publishes the memoirs of the Malefactors, and is often prevailed upon to be fo tender of their reputation, as to fet down no more than the initials of their name,

VER. 13. How, Sir! not damn the Sharper, but the Dice? ] The liveliness of the reply may excuse the bad reasoning ; otherwise the dice, tho' they rhyme to vice, can never stand for it, which his argument requires they should do. For the dice are only the instruments of fraud ; but the question is not, whether the instrument, but whether the a&t committed by it, should be exposed, instead of the person,

Must great Offenders, once efcap'd the Crown,
Like Royal Harts, be never more run down?
Admit your Law to spare the Knight requires,

As Beaíts 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 lurt a man that's rising in the Trade,

35 P. If not the Tradesman who set up to day, Much less the 'Prentice who to morrow may. Down, down, proud Satire ! tho’a Realm be fpoild, Arraign no mightier Thief than wretched Wild; Or, if a Court or Country's made a job,

40 Go drench a Pick-pocket, and join the Mob.

But, Sir, I beg you (for the Love of Vice !)
The matter's weighty, pray consider twice;
Have you lefs pity for the needy Cheat, ,

and friendless Villain, than the Great ? 45

Ver. 29. Like Royal Hearts, etc.] Alluding to the old Game-laws, when our Kings spent all the time they could spare from human Naughter, in Woods and Forests.

VER. 35. You burt a man that's rising in the Trade.] For, as the reasonable De la Bruyere observes, “ Qui ne sait être

un ERASME, doit penser à être Evêque."

VER. 39. wretched Wild,] Jonathan Wild, a famous Thief, and Thief-Impeacher, who was at last caught in his own train and hanged.

VER. 42. for the love of Vice] We must consider the Poet as here directing his discourse to a follower of the new system of Politics, That private vices are publick benefits, SCRIBL.


Alas! the small Discredit of a Bribe
Scarce hurts the Lawyer, but undoes the Scribe.
Then better sure it Charity becomes
To tax Directors, who (thank God) have Plums;
Still better, Ministers; or, if the thing
May pinch ev'n there, wly lay it on a King.
F. Stop! stop!

P. Must Satire, then, nor rise nor fall ?
Speak out, and bid me blame no Rogues at all.

F. Yes, frike that Wild, I'll justify the blow.

P. Strike ? why the man was hang'd ten years ago: Who now that obsolete Example fears ? Ev'n Peter trembles only for his Ears.

F. What always Peter? Peter thinks you mad, You make men desp'rate, if they once are bad : Else might he take to Virtue fome years hence to

P. As Smk, if he lives, will love the Prince.
F. Strange spleen to Sek!

P. Do I

the Man?
God knows, I praise a Courtier where I can.
When I confess, there is who feels for Fame,
And melts to Goodness, need I SCARB’Row name? 65


VER. 51. why lay it on a King.) He is serious in the foregoing subjects of satire; but ironical here, and only alludes to the common practice of Ministers, in laying their own miscarriages on their masters.

VER. 57. Ev'n Peter trembles only for his ears.] Peter had, the year before this, narrowly escaped the Pillory for forgery: and got off with a severe rebuke only from the bench.

Ver. 65. Scarb'row] Earl of, and Knight of the Carter,

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