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Oh! fie, the honest Bee replied,
1 fear you make base man your guide ;
Of ev'ry creature fure the worst,
Though in creation's fcale the first !
Ungrateful man ! 'tis strange he thrives,
Who burns the Bees to rob their hives !
I hate his vile administration,
And so do all the emmet nation.
What fatal foes to birds are men,
Quite to thc Eagle from the Wren!
O! do not men's example take,
Who mischief do for mischief's fake ;
But spare the Ant-her worth demands
Esteem and friendship at your hands,
A mind with ev'ry virtue bleft,
Must raise compallion in your breaft. .

Virtue! rejoin'd the fneering bird,
Where did

you

learn that Gothic word ?
Since I was hatch'd, I never heard
That virtue was at all rever'd.
But say it was the ancients claim,
Yet moderns disavow the name ;
Unless, my dear, you read romances,
I cannot reconcile

your

fancies.Virtúe in fairy tales is feen To play the goddess or the queen ;

But

But what's a queen without the pow'r ?
Or beauty, child, without a dow'r ?
Yet this is all that virtue brags,
And best 'tis only worth in rags. .
Such whims my very heart derides:
Indeed

you
make

mę burst my sides.
Trust me, Miss Beemto speak the truth, i
I've copied men from earliest youth ;,
The same our taste, the fame our school,
Passion and appetite our rule ; ;
And call me bird, or call me sinner,
I'll ne'er forego my sport or dinner!

A prowling cat the miscreant fpies, And wide expands her amber eyes: Near and more near Grimalkin draws : She wags her tail, portends her paws; Then, springing on her thoughtless prey, She bore the vicious bird away.

Thus, in her cruelty and pride, The wicked wanton Sparrow died,

B 3

AN

ESSAY UPON SATIRE

DRYDÉN and BUCKINGHAM.

HOW

dull and how insensible a beaft
Is man,

who
yet

would lord it o'er the rest !
Philosophers and poets vainly strove
In ev'ry age the lumpisha mass to move :
But those were pedants, when compar'd with these,
Who know not only to instruct but please.
Poets alone found the delightful way.
Myfterious morals gently to convey -
In charming numbers; so that as men grew
Pleas'd with their poems, they grew wiser too,
Satire has always shone among the reit,
And is the boldest way, if not the belt,
To tell men freely of their fouleft faults ;
To laugh at their vain deeds, and vainer thoughts.
In fatire too the wise took diff'rent ways,
To each deserving its peculiar praise.
Some did all folly with just sharpness blame,
Whilft others. laugh’d, and scorn'd them into shame.
But, of these two, the last succeeded beft,
As men aim rightest when they shoot in jest.

Yeti

.

Yet, if we may presume to blame our guides,
And censure those who censure all besides,
In other things they justly are preferr'd ;
In this alone methinks the ancients err'd:
Against the grosses follies they declaim ;
Hard they pursue, but hunt ignoble game.
Nothing is easier than such blots to hit,
And 'tis the talent of each vulgar wit:
Besides, 'tis labour loft ; for who would preach
Morals to Armstrong, or duh Aston teach?
Tis being devout at play, wife at a ball,
Or

or bringing wit and friendship to Whitehall.
But with sharp eyes those nicer faults to find,
Which lie obscurely in the wiseft mind';
That litttle fpeck which all the reft does spoil,
To wash off that, would be a noble coil ;
Beyond the lopfe-writ libels of this age,
Or the forc'd scenes of our declining stage ;
Above all cepsure too, each little wit
Will be so glad to see the greater hit;
Who judging better, though concern'd the molly
Of such correction will have cause to boast,
In such a satire all would seek a share,
And ev'ry fool will fancy he is there.
Old story-tellers too muft pine and die,
To see their antiquated wit laid by :

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Like her, who miss'd her name in a lampoon,
And griev'd to find herself decay'd so soon.
No common coxcomb must be mention'd here:
Not the dull train of dancing sparks appear juilled
Nor flutt'ring officers who never fight :

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this Who with dull knav'ry makes so much ado; Till the shrewd fool, by thriving too, too fast,

BOIDS, si Like Æsop's fox, becomes a prey at last,

28 Nor shall the royal mistresses be nam’d, Too ugly, or too easy to be blam'd;

, With whom each rhyming fool keeps such a pother, They are as common that way as the other : Yet saunt'ring Charles, between his beastly brace, Meets with diffembling still in either place, Affected humour, or a painted face. In loyal libels we have often told him, How one has jilted him, the other sold him : How that affects to laugh, how this to weep: But who can rail so long as he can sleep? Was ever prince by two at once milled, False, foolish, old, ill-natur’d, and ill-bred ?

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