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and, if your friends are sore, So much the better, you may laugh the more. To vice and folly to confine the jest, Sets half the world, God knows, against the rest; Did not the sneer of more impartial men At sense and virtue, balance all again. Judicious wits spread wide the ridicule, And charitably comfort knave and fool. _P_. Dear sir, forgive the prejudice of youth: Adieu distinction, satire, warmth, and truth! Come, harmless characters, that no one hit; Come, Henley's oratory, Osborne's wit! The honey dropping from Favonio's tongue, The flowers of Bubo, and the flow of Yonge! The gracious dew of pulpit eloquence, And all the well-whipped cream of courtly sense, That first was H----vy's, F----'s next, and then The S----te's and then H----vy's once again.[208] O come, that easy Ciceronian style, So Latin, yet so English all the while, As, though the pride of Middleton[209] and Bland, All boys may read, and girls may understand! Then might I sing, without the least offence, And all I sung shall be the nation's sense; Or teach the melancholy muse to mourn, Hang the sad verse on Carolina's[210] urn, And hail her passage to the realms of rest, All parts performed, and all her children blest! So--satire is no more--I feel it die-- No gazetteer more innocent than I-- And let, a' God's name, every fool and knave Be graced through life, and flattered in his grave. _F_. Why so? if satire knows its time and place, You still may lash the greatest--in disgrace: For merit will by turns forsake them all; Would you know when? exactly when they fall. But let all satire in all changes spare Immortal Selkirk[211], and grave De----re. Silent and soft, as saints remove to heaven, All ties dissolved and every sin forgiven, These may some gentle ministerial wing Receive, and place for ever near a king! There, where no passion, pride, or shame transport, Lulled with the sweet nepenthe of a court; There, where no father's, brother's, friend's disgrace Once break their rest, or stir them from their place: But passed the sense of human miseries, All tears are wiped for ever from all eyes; No cheek is known to blush, no heart to throb, Save when they lose a question, or a job. _P_. Good heaven forbid, that I should blast their glory, Who know how like Whig ministers to Tory, And, when three sovereigns died, could scarce b
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