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Say, fou'd a Shipwreck'd Sailor fing his Woc,
Wou'dlt thou be mov'd to Pity, or bestow
An Alms? What's more prepost'rous than to see
A merry Beggar? Mirth in Misery?

Persius. He seems a Trap, for Charity, to lay:
And cons:by Night, his Lesson for the Day.

Friend. But to raw Numbers, and unfinish'd Verse, Sweet Sound is added now, to make it Terse: 'Tis tagg’d with Rhime, like 9 Berecynthian Atys, “ The mid part chimes with Art, which never flat is “ The Dolphin brave, that cut the liquid Wave,

Or he who in his Line, can chine the longribbd Appennine. Perfius. All this is Dogrel stuff.

Friend. What if I bring 2 Nobler Verse? 10 Arms and the Man I sing.

Persius. Why Name you Virgil with such Fops as these? He's truly great; and must for ever please; Not fierce, but awful, is his Manly Page; Bold is his Strength, but sober is his Rage.

Friend. What Poems think you soft? and to be read With languishing Regards, and bending Head?

Persius. " " Their crooked Horns the Mimallonian Crew

with Blasts inspir'd; and Bafaris who flew $. The scornful Calf, with Sword advanc'd on high, * Made from his Neck his haughty Head to fly. us And Manas, when with Ivy-bridles bound, “ She led the spotted Lynx, then Evion rung around; $ Evion trom Woods and Floods repairing Echo's Sound.

2 Berecynthian Atys, or Ate 11 Their crooked Horns, &c. tin, &c. Foolish Verses of Nero, Other Verses of Nero, that which the Poet repeats; and were meer Bombast. I only which cannot be translated note, that the Repetition of properly into English.

these and the former Verses of 1o Arms and the Mar, &c. Nero, might justly give the Poet The ti ft Line of Virgil's Aneid. la caution to conceal his Name.


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Cou'd such rude Lines a Roman Mouth become,
Were any Manly Greatness left in Rome?
Menas 12 and Atys in the Mouth were bred;
And never batch'd within the lab'ring Head:
No Blood from bitten Nails, those Poems drew;
But churo'd; like Spittle, from the Lips they flew.

Friend. 'Tis Fustian all; 'tis execrably bad:
But if they will be fools, muft you be mad?
Your Satyrs, let me tell you,' are too fierce;
The Great will never bear so blunt a Verse.
Their Doors are barr'd against a bitter flout:
Snarl, if you please, but you shall snarl without:-
Expect such Pay as railing Rhimes deserve,
Y' are in a very hopeful way to starve,

Persius. Rather than fo; uncensur'd let 'em be;
All; all is admirably well, for me.
My harmless Rbime shall 'Icape the dire Difgrace
of Common-shoars, and ev'ry Piffing-place,
Two 13 painted Serpeats fhall, on high, appear;
'Tis Holy Ground; you must not Urine here,
This shall be writ to fright the Fry away,
Who draw their little Bawbles, when they play:

14 Yet old Lacilius never féar'd the Times,
But lath'd the City, and diffected Crimes.
Mutius and Lupus both by Name he brought;
He mouth'd 'em, and betwixt his Grinders caught.

12 Manas and Atys, Poems, Two Snakes twin'd with each on the Manades, who were other, were painted on the Brieftesses of Bacchus; and of Walls, by the Ancients, to few Atys, who made himself an the Place was Holy. Eunuch to attend on the Sa 13. Tet old Lucilius, &e. Lscrifices of Cybele, call'd Bere cilius wrote long before Horace ; : cynthia by the Poets ;. fhe was who imitates his manner of Mother of the Gods.

Satyr, but far excels him in 13 Two painsed Serpents, &c. I the Deligny

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Unlike in Method, with conceald Design,
Did crafty Horace his low Numbers join :
And, with a fly insinuating Grace,
Laugh'd at his Friend, and look'd him in the Face:
Wou'd raise a Blush, where secret Vice he found;
And tickle, while he gently prob’d the Wound.
With feeming Innocence the Crowd beguild ;
But made the desperate Passes, when he smild.

Cou'd he do this, and is my Muse controllid
By servile Awe? Born free, and not be bold?
At least, I'll dig a Hole within the Ground;
And to the trusty Earth commit the Sound:
The Reeds Thall tell you what the Poet fears,
King 's Midas has a Snout, and Asses Ears.
This mean Conceit, this darling Mystery,
Which thou think'ít nothing, Friend, thou shalt .pot buy,
Nor will I change for all the flashy Wit,
That Alatt'ring Labeo in his Iliads writ,

16 Thou, if there be a Thou in this base Town,
Who dares, with angry Eupolis, to frown;
He, who, with bold Cratinus, is inspir’d
With Zeal, and equal Indignation fir'd:
Who, at enormous Villany, turns pale,
And steers against it with a full-blown Sail,

Is King Midas, &c. The was Marshy; and when the Story is vulgar, that Midas Reeds grew up, they repeated King of Phrygia was made the Words which were spoken Judge betwixt Apollo and Pan, by the Barber. By Midas the who was the best Musician: Poet meant Nero. He gave the Prize to Pan; and 16 Eupolis and Cratinus, as Apollo in revenge gave him also Aristophanes mention'd áfAlles Ears. He wore his Hair terwards, were all Athenian long to hide them; but his Poets; who wrote that sort of Barber discovering them, and Comedy, which was call'd the inot daring to divulge the Se-old Comedy, where the People cret, dug a hole in the Ground, were Nam'd, who were Satiriz'd and whisper'dinto it: The place by those Authors.

Like Aristophanes; let him but smile
On this my honest Work, tho' writ in homely Style:
And if two Lines or three in all the Vein
Appear less drosfie, read those Lines again.
May they perform their Author's juft Intent,
Glow in thy Ears, and in thy Breast ferment.
But, from the reading of my Book and me,
Be far, ye Foes of Virtuous Poverty:
Who 17 Fortune's Fault upon the Poor can throw;
Point at the tatter'd Coat, and ragged Shoe:
Lay Nature's Failings to their Charge, and jeer
The dim weak Eye-sight, when the Mind is clear.
When thou thy self, thus ja folent in Scate,
Are but, perhaps, fome Country Magistrate;
whose Pow'r extends no farther than to speak
Big on the Bench, and scanty Weights to break,

Him, also, for my Censor I disdain,
Who thinks all Science, as-all Virtue, vain;
Who counts Geometry, and Numbers, Toys;
And, 18 with his Foot, the sacred Dust destroys:

Whose Pleasure is to fee a Strumpet tear
- A Cynicks Beard, and lug him by the Hair,
-Such, all the Morning, to the Pleadings run;

But when the Bus'ness of the Day is done,
On Dice, and Drink, and Drabs, they spend their Afrernoon.

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17 Who Fortune's Faults, &c. | Arithmetick and Geometry The People of Rome in the were Taught on Floors, which time of Persius, were apt to were strew'd with Duft or Sand; scorn the Grecian Philosophers, in which the Number and Diaparticularly the Cynicks and grams were made and drawn, Stoicks, who were the poorest which they might Atrike out of them.

again. 18 And with his Foot, &c.

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The ARGUMENT. This Satyr contains a most Grave and Philofophical

Argument, concerning Prayers and Wibes. Undoubtedly it gave occasion tó Juvenal's Tenth Satyr; and both of them had their Original from one of Plato's Dialogues, called the Second Alcibiades. Our Author has induc'd it with great Mastery of Art, by taking his Rise from the Birth-day of his Friend ; on which occafrons, Prayers were made, and Sacrifices offered by the Native. Persius commending the Purity of bis Friend's Vows, descends to the Impions and Immoral Requests of others. The Satyr is divided into three Parts: The first is the Exordium to Macrinus, which the Poet confines within the compass of four Verses. The Second relates to the matter of the Prayers and Vows, and an enume

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