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To W-le guilty of some venial sin;
What's that to you who ne'er was out nor in ?

The Priest whose Flattery be-dropt the Crown,
How hurt he you! he only stain’d the Gown.
And how did, pray, the florid Youth offend,
Whose Speech you took, and gave it to a Friend?
P. Faith, it imports not much from whom it came ;
Whoever borrow'd, could not be to blame,
Since the whole House did afterwards the fame.
Let Courtly Wits to Wits afford fupply, 171
As Hog to Hog in huts of Westphaly ;
If one, thro' Nature's Bounty or his Lord's,
Has what the frugal, dirty foil affords,
From him the next receives it, thick or thin, 175
As pure a mess almost as it came in;
The blessed benefit, not there confin'd,
Drops to the third, who nuzzles close behind ;
From tail to mouth, they feed and they carouse :
The last full fairly gives it to the House. 180

F. This filthy fimile, this beastly line
Quite turns my stomach-

P. So does Flatt'ry mine ;
And all your courtly Civet-cats can vent,
Perfume to you, to me is Excrement.

Ver. 164. I be Priest, etc.] Spoken not of any particular priest, but of many priests.

Ver. 166. And bow did, etc.] This feems to allude to a complaint made ver. 7. of the preceding Dialogue.


But hear me further Japhet, 'tis agreed,
Writ not, and Chartres scarce could write or read,
In all the Courts of Pindus guiltlefs quite ;
But Pens can forge, my Friend, that cannot write;
And must no Egg in Japhet's face be thrown,
Because the Deed he forg'd was not my own ? 190
Must never Patriot then declaim at Gin,
Unless, good man! he has been fairly in ?
No zealous Paftor blame a failing Spouse,
Without a staring Reason on his brows?
And each Blasphemer quite escape the rod, 195
Because the insult's not on Man, but God?
Ak you

what Provocation I have had ?
The strong Antipathy of Good to Bad.
When Truth or Virtue an Affront endures,
Th’ Aifront is mine, my friend, and should be yours.
Mine, as a Foe profess’d to false Pretence,
Who think a Coxcomb's Honour like his Sense ;
Mine, as a Friend to ev'ry worthy mind;
And mine as Man, who feel for all mankind.


F. You're strangely proud,

VARIATIONS. VER. 185. in the MS.

I grant it, Sir; and further, 'tis agreed,

Japhet writ not, and Chartres scarce could read. Ver. 185. Japhet Chartres) See the Epistle to Lord Bathurst.

VER. 204. And mine as Man, who feel for all mankind. ] From Terence : " Homo sum: humani nihil a me alienum


P. So proud, I am no Slave : So impudent, I own myself no knave: 206 So odd, my country's Ruin makes me grave. Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to fee Men not afraid of God, afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by Ridicule alone.


O sacred weapon! left for Truth's defence, Sole Dread of Folly, Vice, and Infolence ! To all but Heav'n-directed hands deny'd, The Muse may give thee, but the Gods must guide : Rev'rent I touch thee! but with honest zeal ; 216 To rouse the Watchmen of the public Weal,

VER. 208. Yes, I am proud; etc.] In this ironical exultation the Poet insinuates a subject of the deepest humiliation.

Ver. 211. Yet touch'd and sham'd by Ridicule alone.] The Passions are given us to awaken and support Virtue. But they frequently betray their trust, and go over to the interests of Vice. Ridicule, when employed in the cause of Virtue, Thames and brings them back to their duty. Hence the use and importance of Satire.

Ver. 14. To all but Heav'n-directed bands] “ The Citizen (says Plato, in his fifth book of Laws) who does no injury to any one, without question, merits our esteem. He, who,

not content with being barely just himself, opposes the course of injustice, by prosecuting it before the Magistrate, " merits our esteem vally more. The first discharges the “ duty of a single Citizen: but the other does the office of a “ Body. But he whose zeal stops not here, but proceeds to

MAGISTRATE IN PUNISHING is the most “ valuable blessing of Society. This is the PERFECT

CITIZEN, to whom we Mculd adjudge the prize of Virtue,"



To Virtue's work provoke the tardy Hall,
And goad the Prelate flumb’ring in his Stall.
Ye finsel Infects! whom a Court maintains,
That counts your Beauties only by your Stains,
Spin all your Cobwebs o'er the Eye of Day!
The Muse's wing shall brush


away: All his Grace preaches, all his Lordship fings,

224 All that makes Saints of Queens, and Gods of Kings. All, all but Truth, drops dead-born from the Press, Like the last Gazette, or the last Address.

When black Ambition stains a public Cause,
A Monarch's Sword when mad Vain-glory draws,
Not Waller's Wreath can hide the Nation's Scar,
Nor Boileau turn the Feather to a Star.

After ver. 227. in the MS.

Where's now the Star that lighted Charles to rise ?
---With that which follow'd Julius to the skies.
Angels, that watch'd the Royal Oak so well,
How chanc'd ye nod, when luckless Sorel fell?
Hence, lying miracles ! reduc'd so low
As to the regal-touch, and papal-toe;
Hence haughty Edgar's title to the Main,

Britain's to France, and thine to India, Spain ? VER, 222. Cobwebs] Weak and fight fophiftry against virtue and honour. Thin colours over vice, as unable to hide the light of Truth, as cobwebs to made the fun.

VER. 228. When black Ambition, etc.]The case of Cromwell in the civil war of England; and (ver. 229.) of Louis XIV,' in his conquest of the Low Countries.

VER, 231. Nor Boileau turn the Feather to a Star.] See his Ode on Namur; where (to use his own words) " il a fait un “ Aftre de la Plume blanche que le Roy porte ordinairement

Not so, when diadem'd with rays divine,
Touch'd with the Flame that breaks from Virtue's

Her Priestess Muse forbids the Good to die,
And opes the Temple of Eternity.

There, other Trophies deck the truly brave,
Than such as Anstis cafts into the Grave;
Far other Stars than * and **

wear, And

may defcend to Mordington from STAIR: (Such as on Hough's unfully'd Mitre shine, 240 Or beam, good DIGBY, from a heart like thine) Let Envy bowl, while Heav'n's whole Chorus fings, And bark at Honour not confer'd by Kings; Let Flatt'ry fick’ning fee the Incense rise, Sweet to the World, and grateful to the Skies : 245 Truth guards the Poet, fanctifies the line, And makes immortal, Verse as mean as mine.

“ à son Chapeau, et qui est en effet une espece de Comete, 66 farale a nos ennemis.”

Ver. 237. Anftis] The chief Herald at arms. It is the custom, at the funeral of great peers, to caft into the grave the broken staves and ensigns of honour.

VER, 239. Stair ;] John Dalrymple Earl of Stair, Knight of the Thiftle; served in all the wars under the Duke of Marlborough ; and afterwards as Embassador in France,

VER. 240, 241. Hough and Digby] Dr. John Hough Bishop of Worcester, and the Lord Digby. The one an afserior of the Church of England in opposition to the false measures of King James II. The other as firmly attached to the cause of that King. Both acting out of principle, and equally men of honour and virtue.

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