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Epilogue[177] To The Satires. In Two Dialogues. Dialogue Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Fr 'Tis all a libel Paxton sir will say	A
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P Not yet my friend to morrow faith it may	A
And for that very cause I print to day	A
How should I fret to mangle every line	B
In reverence to the sins of thirty nine	B
Vice with such giant strides comes on amain	B
Invention strives to be before in vain	B
Feign what I will and paint it e'er so strong	C
Some rising genius sins up to my song	C
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F Yet none but you by name the guilty lash	D
Ev'n Guthrie saves half Newgate by a dash	D
Spare then the person and expose the vice	E
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P How sir not damn the sharper but the dice	E
Come on then Satire general unconfined	F
Spread thy broad wing and souse on all the kind	F
Ye statesmen priests of one religion all	G
Ye tradesmen vile in army court or hall	G
Ye reverend atheists	H
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F Scandal name them who	I
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P Why that's the thing you bid me not to do	I
Who starved a sister who forswore a debt	J
I never named the town's inquiring yet	J
The poisoning dame	K
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F You mean	B
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P I don't	L
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F You do	I
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P See now I keep the secret and not you	I
The bribing statesman	B
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F Hold too high you go	M
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P The bribed elector	N
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F There you stoop too low	M
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P I fain would please you if I knew with what	O
Tell me which knave is lawful game which not	P
Must great offenders once escaped the crown	B
Like royal harts be never more run down	B
Admit your law to spare the knight requires	Q
As beasts of nature may we hunt the 'squires	Q
Suppose I censure you know what I mean	B
To save a bishop may I name a dean	B
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F A dean sir no his fortune is not made	R
You hurt a man that's rising in the trade	R
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P If not the tradesman who set up to day	A
Much less the 'prentice who to morrow may	A
Down down proud Satire though a realm be spoil'd	S
Arraign no mightier thief than wretched Wild	T
Or if a court or country's made a job	U
Go drench a pickpocket and join the mob	U
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But sir I beg you for the love of vice	Q
The matter's weighty pray consider twice	Q
Have you less pity for the needy cheat	V
The poor and friendless villain than the great	W
Alas the small discredit of a bribe	X
Scarce hurts the lawyer but undoes the scribe	X
Then better sure it charity becomes	Q
To tax directors who thank God have plums	Q
Still better ministers or if the thing	Y
May pinch ev'n there why lay it on a king	Y
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F Stop stop	Z
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P Must Satire then nor rise nor fall	G
Speak out and bid me blame no rogues at all	G
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F Yes strike that Wild I'll justify the blow	M
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P Strike why the man was hanged ten years ago	M
Who now that obsolete example fears	Q
Ev'n Peter trembles only for his ears	Q
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F What always Peter Peter thinks you mad	A2
You make men desperate if they once are bad	A2
Else might he take to virtue some years hence	Q
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P As Selkirk if he lives will love the Prince	Q
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F Strange spleen to Selkirk	B2
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P Do I wrong the man	B
God knows I praise a courtier where I can	B
When I confess there is who feels for fame	K
And melts to goodness need I Scarb'rough name	K
Pleased let me own in Esher's peaceful grove	C2
Where Kent and nature vie for Pelham's love	D2
The scene the master opening to my view	I
I sit and dream I see my Craggs anew	I
Ev'n in a bishop I can spy desert	E2
Secker is decent Rundel has a heart	F2
Manners with candour are to Benson given	B
To Berkeley every virtue under heaven	B
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But does the court a worthy man remove	G2
That instant I declare he has my love	D2
I shun his zenith court his mild decline	B
Thus Somers once and Halifax were mine	B
Oft in the clear still mirror of retreat	V
I studied Shrewsbury the wise and great	W
Carleton's calm sense and Stanhope's noble flame	K
Compared and knew their generous end the same	K
How pleasing Atterbury's softer hour	N
How shined the soul unconquer'd in the Tower	N
How can I Pulteney Chesterfield forget	J
While Roman spirit charms and Attic wit	H2
Argyll the state's whole thunder born to wield	I2
And shake alike the senate and the field	I2
Or Wyndham just to freedom and the throne	B
The master of our passions and his own	B
Names which I long have loved nor loved in vain	B
Rank'd with their friends not number'd with their train	B
And if yet higher the proud list should end	J2
Still let me say No follower but a friend	J2
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Yet think not Friendship only prompts my lays	Q
I follow Virtue where she shines I praise	Q
Point she to priest or elder Whig or Tory	N
Or round a Quaker's beaver cast a glory	N
I never to my sorrow I declare	N
Dined with the Man of Ross or my Lord Mayor	N
Some in their choice of friends nay look not grave	K2
Have still a secret bias to a knave	K2
To find an honest man I beat about	L2
And love him court him praise him in or out	L2
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F Then why so few commended	M2
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P Not so fierce	Q
Find you the virtue and I'll find the verse	Q
But random praise the task can ne'er be done	B
Each mother asks it for her booby son	B
Each widow asks it for 'the best of men '	-
For him she weeps and him she weds again	B
Praise cannot stoop like satire to the ground	N2
The number may be hang'd but not be crown'd	N2
Enough for half the greatest of these days	Q
To 'scape my censure not expect my praise	Q
Are they not rich what more can they pretend	J2
Dare they to hope a poet for their friend	J2
What Richelieu wanted Louis scarce could gain	B
And what young Ammon wish'd but wish'd in vain	B
No power the Muse's friendship can command	O2
No power when Virtue claims it can withstand	O2
To Cato Virgil paid one honest line	B
Oh let my country's friends illumine mine	B
What are you thinking	Y
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F Faith the thought's no sin	B
I think your friends are out and would be in	B
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P If merely to come in sir they go out	L2
The way they take is strangely round about	L2
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F They too may be corrupted you'll allow	P2
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P I only call those knaves who are so now	P2
Is that too little Come then I'll comply	Q2
Spirit of Arnall aid me while I lie	Q2
Cobham's a coward Polwarth is a slave	K2
And Lyttleton a dark designing knave	K2
St John has ever been a wealthy fool	R2
But let me add Sir Robert's mighty dull	S2
Has never made a friend in private life	T2
And was besides a tyrant to his wife	T2
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But pray when others praise him do I blame	K
Call Verres Wolsey any odious name	K
Why rail they then if but a wreath of mine	B
O all accomplish'd St John deck thy shrine	B
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What shall each spur gall'd hackney of the day	A
When Paxton gives him double pots and pay	A
Or each new pension'd sycophant pretend	J2
To break my windows if I treat a friend	J2
Then wisely plead to me they meant no hurt	E2
But 'twas my guest at whom they threw the dirt	E2
Sure if I spare the minister no rules	Q
Of honour bind me not to maul his tools	Q
Sure if they cannot cut it may be said	U2
His saws are toothless and his hatchet's lead	U2
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It anger'd Turenne once upon a day	A
To see a footman kick'd that took his pay	A
But when he heard the affront the fellow gave	K2
Knew one a man of honour one a knave	K2
The prudent general turn'd it to a jest	V2
And begg'd he'd take the pains to kick the rest	V2
Which not at present having time to do	I
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F Hold sir for God's sake where 'a the affront to you	I
Against your worship when had Selkirk writ	H2
Or Page pour'd forth the torrent of his wit	H2
Or grant the bard whose distich all commend	J2
'In power a servant out of power a friend '	-
To Walpole guilty of some venial sin	B
What's that to you who ne'er was out nor in	B
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The priest whose flattery bedropp'd the crown	B
How hurt he you he only stain'd the gown	B
And how did pray the florid youth offend	J2
Whose speech you took and gave it to a friend	J2
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P Faith it imports not much from whom it came	K
Whoever borrow'd could not be to blame	K
Since the whole house did afterwards the same	K
Let courtly wits to wits afford supply	Q2
As hog to hog in huts of Westphaly	Q2
If one through Nature's bounty or his lord's	Q
Has what the frugal dirty soil affords	Q
From him the next receives it thick or thin	B
As pure a mess almost as it came in	B
The blessed benefit not there confined	F
Drops to the third who nuzzles close behind	F
From tail to mouth they feed and they carouse	Q
The last full fairly gives it to the House	Q
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F This filthy simile this beastly line	B
Quite turns my stomach	W2
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P So does flattery mine	B
And all your courtly civet cats can vent	X2
Perfume to you to me is excrement	Y2
But hear me further Japhet 'tis agreed	Z2
Writ not and Chartres scarce could write or read	U2
In all the courts of Pindus guiltless quite	A3
But pens can forge my friend that cannot write	A3
And must no egg in Japhet's face be thrown	B
Because the deed he forged was not my own	B
Must never patriot then declaim at gin	B
Unless good man he has been fairly in	B
No zealous pastor blame a failing spouse	Q
Without a staring reason on his brows	Q
And each blasphemer quite escape the rod	B3
Because the insult's not on man but God	B3
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Ask you what provocation I have had	A2
The strong antipathy of good to bad	A2
When truth or virtue an affront endures	Q
The affront is mine my friend and should be yours	Q
Mine as a foe profess'd to false pretence	Q
Who think a coxcomb's honour like his sense	Q
Mine as a friend to every worthy mind	F
And mine as man who feel for all mankind	F
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F You're strangely proud	C3
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P So proud I am no slave	K2
So impudent I own myself no knave	K2
So odd my country's ruin makes me grave	K2
Yes I am proud I must be proud to see	Q
Men not afraid of God afraid of me	Q
Safe from the bar the pulpit and the throne	B
Yet touch'd and shamed by ridicule alone	B
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O sacred weapon left for truth's defence	Q
Sole dread of folly vice and insolence	Q
To all but heaven directed hands denied	D3
The Muse may give thee but the gods must guide	D3
Rev'rent I touch thee but with honest zeal	Q2
To rouse the watchmen of the public weal	Q2
To virtue's work provoke the tardy Hall	Q2
And goad the prelate slumbering in his stall	Q2
Ye tinsel insects whom a court maintains	Q
That counts your beauties only by your stains	Q
Spin all your cobwebs o'er the eye of day	A
The Muse's wing shall brush you all away	A
All his grace preaches all his lordship sings	Q
All that makes saints of queens and gods of kings	Q
All all but truth drops dead born from the press	Q
Like the last gazette or the last address	Q
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When black ambition stains a public cause	Q
A monarch's sword when mad vain glory draws	Q
Not Waller's wreath can hide the nation's scar	N
Nor Boileau turn the feather to a star	N
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Not so when diadem'd with rays divine	B
Touch'd with the flame that breaks from Virtue's shrine	B
Her priestess Muse forbids the good to die	Q2
And opes the temple of Eternity	Q
There other trophies deck the truly brave	K2
Than such as Anstis casts into the grave	K2
Far other stars than and wear	N
And may descend to Mordington from Stair	N
Such as on Hough's unsullied mitre shine	B
Or beam good Digby from a heart like thine	B
Let Envy howl while Heaven's whole chorus sings	Q
And bark at honour not conferr'd by kings	Q
Let Flattery sickening see the incense rise	Q
Sweet to the world and grateful to the skies	Q
Truth guards the poet sanctifies the line	B
And makes immortal verse as mean as mine	B
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Yes the last pen for freedom let me draw	N
When truth stands trembling on the edge of law	N
Here last of Britons let your names be read	U2
Are none none living let me praise the dead	U2
And for that cause which made your fathers shine	B
Fall by the votes of their degenerate line	B
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F Alas alas pray end what you began	B
And write next winter more 'Essays on Man '	-
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VARIATIONS	Q
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VER in the MS	Q
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I grant it sir and further 'tis agreed	Z2
Japhet writ not and Chartres scarce could read	U2
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After VER in the MS	Q
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Where's now the star that lighted Charles to rise	Q
With that which follow'd Julius to the skies	Q
Angels that watch'd the Royal Oak so well	Q2
How chanced ye nod when luckless Sorel fell	Q2
Hence lying miracles reduced so low	Q2
As to the regal touch and papal toe	Q2
Hence haughty Edgar's title to the main	B
Britain's to France and thine to India Spain	B
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VER in the MS	Q
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Quit quit these themes and write 'Essays on Man '	-