Argument of the PROLOGUE to the First Satire.

The defign of the author was to conceal his name and quality. He lived in the dangerous times of the tyrant Nero; and aims particularly at him in moft of his fatires. For which reason, though he was a Roman knight, and of a plentiful fortune, he would appear in this prologue but a beggarly poet, who writes for bread. After this, be breaks into the business of the first fatire; which is chiefly to decry the poetry then in fashion, and the impudence of those who were endeavouring to pass their stuff upon the world.

PROLOGUE

TO THE

FIRST

SATIR E.

Never did on cleft Parnaffus dream,

Nor tafte the facred Heliconian stream;
Nor can remember when my brain infpir'd,
Was, by the Muses, into madness fir'd.
My share in pale Pyrene I refign;

And claim no part in all the mighty Nine.
Statues, with winding ivy crown'd, belong
To nobler poets, for a nobler fong:

Heedless of verfe, and hopeless of the crown,
Scarce half a wit, and more than half a clown,
Before the shrine I lay my rugged numbers down.
Who taught the parrot human notes to try,
Or with a voice endu'd the chatt'ring pye?
"Twas witty want, fierce hunger to appease:
Want taught their masters, and their mafters thefe.
Let gain, that gilded bait, be hung on high,
The hungry witlings have it in their eye;
Pyes, crows, and daws, poetic presents bring:
You fay they squeak; but they will swear they fing.

Argument of the First Satire.

I need not repeat, that the chief aim of the author is against bad poets in this fatire. But I must add, that he includes alfo bad orators, who began at that time (as Petronius in the beginning of his book tells us) to enervate manly eloquence, by tropes and figures, ill placed and worfe applied. Amongst the poets, Perfius covertly ftrikes at Nero; fome of whofe verfes be recites with fcorn and indignation. He also takes notice of the noblemen and their abominable poetry, who in the luxury of their fortunes, fet up for wits and judges. The fatire is in dialogue, betwixt the author and his friend or monitor; who diffuades him from this dangerous attempt of expofing great men. But Perfius, who is of a free spirit, and has not forgotten that Rome was once a commonwealth, breaks through all thofe difficulties, and boldly arraigns the falfe judgment of the age in which he lives. The reader may obferve that our poet was a ftoick philofopher; and that all his moral sentences, both here and in all the rest of his fatires, are drawn from the dogmas of that fect.

THE

FIRST SATIRE.

In Dialogue betwixt the POET and his
FRIEND or MONITOR.

PERSIU S.

WOW anxious are our cares, and yet how vain
The bent of our defires!

H

Friend. Thy fpleen contain:

For none will read thy fatires.

Perfus. This to me?

Friend. None; or what's next to none, but two

or three.

'Tis hard, I grant,

Perfius. 'Tis nothing; I can bear

That paltry fcriblers have the public ear:
That this vaft univerfal fool, the town,
Should cry up Labeo's ftuff, and cry me down.
They damn themselves; nor will my Mufe defcend
To clap with fuch, who fools and knaves commend;
Their fmiles and cenfures are to me the fame:
I care not what they praise, or what they blame,
In full affemblies let the crowd prevail :
I weigh no merit by the common fcale,