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ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS	A
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Tristitiam et Metus HORACE	B
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Laughs not the heart when giants big with pride	C
Assume the pompous port the martial stride	C
O'er arm Herculean heave the enormous shield	D
Vast as a weaver's beam the javelin wield	D
With the loud voice of thundering Jove defy	E
And dare to single combat what A fly	E
And laugh we less when giant names which shine	F
Establish'd as it were by right divine	F
Critics whom every captive art adores	G
To whom glad Science pours forth all her stores	G
Who high in letter'd reputation sit	H
And hold Astraea like the scales of wit	H
With partial rage rush forth oh shame to tell	I
To crush a bard just bursting from the shell	I
Great are his perils in this stormy time	J
Who rashly ventures on a sea of rhyme	J
Around vast surges roll winds envious blow	K
And jealous rocks and quicksands lurk below	K
Greatly his foes he dreads but more his friends	L
He hurts me most who lavishly commends	L
Look through the world in every other trade	M
The same employment's cause of kindness made	M
At least appearance of good will creates	N
And every fool puffs off the fool he hates	N
Cobblers with cobblers smoke away the night	O
And in the common cause e'en players unite	O
Authors alone with more than savage rage	P
Unnatural war with brother authors wage	P
The pride of Nature would as soon admit	H
Competitors in empire as in wit	H
Onward they rush at Fame's imperious call	Q
And less than greatest would not be at all	Q
Smit with the love of honour or the pence	R
O'errun with wit and destitute of sense	R
Should any novice in the rhyming trade	M
With lawless pen the realms of verse invade	M
Forth from the court where sceptred sages sit	H
Abused with praise and flatter'd into wit	H
Where in lethargic majesty they reign	S
And what they won by dulness still maintain	S
Legions of factious authors throng at once	T
Fool beckons fool and dunce awakens dunce	T
To 'Hamilton's the ready lies repair	U
Ne'er was lie made which was not welcome there	U
Thence on maturer judgment's anvil wrought	V
The polish'd falsehood's into public brought	V
Quick circulating slanders mirth afford	W
And reputation bleeds in every word	X
A critic was of old a glorious name	Y
Whose sanction handed merit up to fame	Y
Beauties as well as faults he brought to view	Z
His judgment great and great his candour too	Z
No servile rules drew sickly taste aside	C
Secure he walk'd for Nature was his guide	C
But now oh strange reverse our critics bawl	Q
In praise of candour with a heart of gall	Q
Conscious of guilt and fearful of the light	O
They lurk enshrouded in the vale of night	O
Safe from detection seize the unwary prey	A2
And stab like bravoes all who come that way	A2
When first my Muse perhaps more bold than wise	T
Bade the rude trifle into light arise	T
Little she thought such tempests would ensue	Z
Less that those tempests would be raised by you	Z
The thunder's fury rends the towering oak	B2
Rosciads like shrubs might 'scape the fatal stroke	B2
Vain thought a critic's fury knows no bound	C2
Drawcansir like he deals destruction round	C2
Nor can we hope he will a stranger spare	U
Who gives no quarter to his friend Voltaire	U
Unhappy Genius placed by partial Fate	D2
With a free spirit in a slavish state	D2
Where the reluctant Muse oppress'd by kings	T
Or droops in silence or in fetters sings	T
In vain thy dauntless fortitude hath borne	E2
The bigot's furious zeal and tyrant's scorn	E2
Why didst thou safe from home bred dangers steer	F2
Reserved to perish more ignobly here	G2
Thus when the Julian tyrant's pride to swell	I
Rome with her Pompey at Pharsalia fell	I
The vanquish'd chief escaped from Caesar's hand	H2
To die by ruffians in a foreign land	H2
How could these self elected monarchs raise	T
So large an empire on so small a base	T
In what retreat inglorious and unknown	I2
Did Genius sleep when Dulness seized the throne	I2
Whence absolute now grown and free from awe	J2
She to the subject world dispenses law	K2
Without her licence not a letter stirs	T
And all the captive criss cross row is hers	T
The Stagyrite who rules from Nature drew	Z
Opinions gave but gave his reasons too	Z
Our great Dictators take a shorter way	A2
Who shall dispute what the Reviewers say	A2
Their word's sufficient and to ask a reason	L2
In such a state as theirs is downright treason	L2
True judgment now with them alone can dwell	I
Like Church of Rome they're grown infallible	M2
Dull superstitious readers they deceive	N2
Who pin their easy faith on critic's sleeve	N2
And knowing nothing everything believe	N2
But why repine we that these puny elves	T
Shoot into giants we may thank ourselves	T
Fools that we are like Israel's fools of yore	O2
The calf ourselves have fashion'd we adore	O2
But let true Reason once resume her reign	S
This god shall dwindle to a calf again	P2
Founded on arts which shun the face of day	A2
By the same arts they still maintain their sway	A2
Wrapp'd in mysterious secrecy they rise	T
And as they are unknown are safe and wise	T
At whomsoever aim'd howe'er severe	F2
The envenom'd slander flies no names appear	F2
Prudence forbids that step then all might know	K
And on more equal terms engage the foe	K
But now what Quixote of the age would care	U
To wage a war with dirt and fight with air	U
By interest join'd the expert confederates stand	H2
And play the game into each other's hand	H2
The vile abuse in turn by all denied	C
Is bandied up and down from side to side	C
It flies hey presto like a juggler's ball	Q
Till it belongs to nobody at all	Q
All men and things they know themselves unknown	I2
And publish every name except their own	I2
Nor think this strange secure from vulgar eyes	T
The nameless author passes in disguise	T
But veteran critics are not so deceived	Q2
If veteran critics are to be believed	Q2
Once seen they know an author evermore	O2
Nay swear to hands they never saw before	O2
Thus in 'The Rosciad ' beyond chance or doubt	R2
They by the writing found the writers out	R2
That's Lloyd's his manner there you plainly trace	T
And all the Actor stares you in the face	T
By Colman that was written on my life	S2
The strongest symptoms of the 'Jealous Wife '	-
That little disingenuous piece of spite	O
Churchill a wretch unknown perhaps might write	O
How doth it make judicious readers smile	T2
When authors are detected by their style	T2
Though every one who knows this author knows	T
He shifts his style much oftener than his clothes	T
Whence could arise this mighty critic spleen	U2
The Muse a trifler and her theme so mean	U2
What had I done that angry Heaven should send	V2
The bitterest foe where most I wish'd a friend	V2
Oft hath my tongue been wanton at thy name	Y
And hail'd the honours of thy matchless fame	Y
For me let hoary Fielding bite the ground	C2
So nobler Pickle stands superbly bound	C2
From Livy's temples tear the historic crown	W2
Which with more justice blooms upon thine own	I2
Compared with thee be all life writers dumb	X2
But he who wrote the Life of Tommy Thumb	X2
Who ever read 'The Regicide ' but swore	O2
The author wrote as man ne'er wrote before	O2
Others for plots and under plots may call	Q
Here's the right method have no plot at all	Q
Who can so often in his cause engage	P
The tiny pathos of the Grecian stage	P
Whilst horrors rise and tears spontaneous flow	K
At tragic Ha and no less tragic Oh	K
To praise his nervous weakness all agree	Y2
And then for sweetness who so sweet as he	Y2
Too big for utterance when sorrows swell	I
The too big sorrows flowing tears must tell	I
But when those flowing tears shall cease to flow	K
Why then the voice must speak again you know	K
Rude and unskilful in the poet's trade	M
I kept no Naiads by me ready made	M
Ne'er did I colours high in air advance	T
Torn from the bleeding fopperies of France	T
No flimsy linsey woolsey scenes I wrote	Z2
With patches here and there like Joseph's coat	Z2
Me humbler themes befit secure for me	Y2
Let play wrights smuggle nonsense duty free	Y2
Secure for me ye lambs ye lambkins bound	C2
And frisk and frolic o'er the fairy ground	C2
Secure for me thou pretty little fawn	A3
Lick Sylvia's hand and crop the	B3

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