Dr. Nourg.,

And is in danger, without fpecial grace,
To rife above a juftice of the peace.

The dunghill breed of men a diamond scorn,
And feel a paffion for a grain of corn:

Some ftupid, plodding, money-loving wight

Who wins their hearts by knowing black from white,
Who with much pains, exerting all his fenfe,
Can range aright his fhillings, pounds, and pence,
The booby-father craves a booby-fon;

And by heav'n's blessing thinks himself undone."
Wants of all kinds are made to fame a plea;
One learns to lifp; another, not to fee:
Mifs D, tottering, catches at your hand:
Was ever thing fo pretty born to stand?
Whilst these what nature gave, disown,
pride

Others affect, what nature has deny'd,
What nature has deny'd fools will pursue:
As apes are ever walking upon two.

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CRASSUS, a grateful fage, our awe and sport!
Supports grave forms: for forms the fage fupport.
He hems and cries with an important air,
"If yonder clouds withdraw, it will be fair:
Then quotes the Stagyrite, to prove it true;
And adds, the learn d delight in fomething new. "
Is't not enough the blockhead fcarce can read,
But muft he wifely look, and gravely plead?
As far a formalift from wisdom fits

In judging eyes, as libertines from wits.
Thefe fubtle wights (fo blind are mortal men,
Though fatire couch them with her keeneft pen)
For ever will hang out a folemn face

To put off nonfenfe with a better grace:
As pedlars with fome hero's head make bold,
Illuftrious mark! where pins are to be fold.

What's the bent brow, or neck in thought reclin'd?
The body's wisdom to conceal the mind.

A man of fenfe can artifice disdain;

As men of wealth may venture to go plain:

Dr. Young. And be this truth eternal ne'er forgot, "Solemnity's a cover for a fot.

I find the fool, when I behold the Skreen;
For 'tis the wife man's intereft to be seen,
Hence, that openness of heart,

And juft disdain for that poor mimic art;
Hence (manly praife!) that manner nobly free,
Which all admire, and I commend, in thee.

With generous fcorn how oft haft thou furvey'd
Of court and town the noontide masquerade;
Where fwarms of knaves the vizor quite disgrace,
And hide fecure behind a naked face?,
Where nature's end of language is declin'd
And men talk only to conceal the mind;
Where gen'rous hearts the greatest hazard run,
And he who trufts a brother, is undone?

These all their care expend on outward fhow
For wealth and fame; for fame alone, the beau.
Of late at WHITE's *), was young FLORELLO feen!
How blank his look? how difcompofd his mien?
So hard it proves in grief fincere to feign!
Sunk were his fpirits, for his coat was plain.

Next day his breaft regain'd its wonted peace;
His health was mended with a filver lace.
A curious artift, long inur'd to toils
Of gentler fort, with combs and fragrant oils,.
Whether by chance, or by fome god infpir'd,
So touch'd his curls, his mighty foul was fir'd.
The well-fwoln ties an equal homage claim,
And either fhoulder has its fhare of fame;
His fumptuous watch-cafe, tho' conceal'd it lies,
Like a good confcience folid joy fupplies.
He only thinks himfelf (fo far from vain!)
ST-PE **) in wit, in breeding D-L-NE. ***);

*) A Coffee-house.

**) Stanhope, Earl of Chesterfield.

***) Lord Deloraine

Whe

Whene'er, by feeming chance, he throws his eye
On mirrors that reflect his Tyrian dye,
With how fublime a tranfport leaps his heart?
But fate ordains that dearest friends muft part,
In active measures, brought from France, he wheels
And triumphs, confcious of his learned heels,

So have I feen, on fome bright fummer's day,
A calf of genius, debonnair and gay,
Dance on the bank, as if inspir'd by fame
Fond of the pretty fellow in the ftream.

MOROSE is funk with fhame, whene'er furpris'd
In linen clean, or peruke undisguis'd.
No fublunary chance his veftments fear;
Valu'd, like leopards, as their spots appear
A fam'd furtout he wears, which once was blue,
And his foot fwims in a capacious fhoe:
One day his wife (for who can wives reclaim?)
Levell'd her barb'rous needle at his fame:
But open force was vain; by night fhe went,
And, while he flept, furpris'd the darling rent:
Where yawn'd the frieze is now become a doubt;
And glory, at one entrance, quite fhut out. *).

He fcorns Florello, and Florello him;
This hates the filthy creature, that, the prim:
Thus, in each other, both these fools despise
Their own dear felves, with undifcerning eyes:
Their methods various, but alike their aim;
The floven and the fopling are the fame.

Ye whigs and tories! thus it fares with you
When party-rage too warmly you purfue;
Then both club nonsense, and impetuous pride,
And folly joins whom fentiments divide

You vent your fpleen, as monkeys, when they pass
Scratch at the mimic monkey in the glass;
While both are one: and henceforth be it known
Fools of both fides fhall ftand for fools alone.

Dr. Young,

Dr.Young. But who art Thou? (methinks FLORELLO cries)

Of all thy fpecies art Thou only wife?"
Since fmalleft things can give our fins a twitch.
As croffing ftraws retard a paffing witch,
FLORELI O, thou my monitor fhalt be;
I'll conjure thus fome profit out of thee.

O Thou myself! abroad our counfels roam
And, lihe ill husbands, take no care at home.
Thou too art wounded with the common dart,
And love of fame lies throbbing at thy heart;
And what wife means to gain it haft thou chofe?
Know, fame and fortune both are made of prose.
Is thy ambition fweating for a rhyme,

Thou unambitious fool at this late time?
While I a moment name, a moment's past;
I'm nearer death in this verfe, than the last.
What then is to be done? Be wife with speed;
A fool at forty is a fool indeed.

And what fo foolish as the chace of fame
How vain the prize! how impotent our aim!
For what are men who grafp at praise fublime
But bubbles on the rapid ftream of time,
That rife, and fall, that fwell, and are no more;
Born, and forgot, ten thousand in an hour!

Chur

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(Charles Churchill, geboren 1731, geftorben 1764, erg warb sich während des leztern Theils seines kurzen Lebens fehr viel Rühm durch eine schnelle Folge fatirischer Gedichte, worin er mit unleugbaren, obgleich. nicht genug ausgez bildeten Talenten, mit einem mehr als juvenalischen Feuer, mit äußerster Strenge und einer nur allzu oft überz triebenen und beleidigenden Bitterkeit, die Sitten seines Zeitalters schilderte und bestrafte. Seine vielen persönlichen Anzüglichkeiten wider einige der würdigsten Männer, z. B. Dr. Johnson, Hogarth,Garrick,u.a. m. und seinePartheilich keit für den unpatriotischen Patrioten Wilkes erregen mitRecht den Unwillen jedes unbefangenen Lesers. Die Satire, The Prophecy of Famine, woraus folgende Stelle genommen ist, nannte er bei ihrer ersten Erscheinung im Jahr 1763, AScots Pastoral, und richtete sie durchaus, und mit der größten Bits terkeit, wider die Schottländer, und ihre damalige Begüns ftigung von einem Theil des englischen Parlaments. Ein Ungenannter ließ in eben dem Jahr einen zweiten Theil dies ser Satire drucken, der ihr aber an poetischem Werthe sehr weit nachsteht.)

THE PROPHECY OF FAMINE,

V. 79-260.

Me, whom no Mufe of heav'nly birth infpires
No judgment tempers when rafh genius fires;
Who boast no merit but mere knack of rhyme,
Short gleams of fenfe, and fatire out of time;
Who cannot follow where trim Fancy leads,
By prattling ftreams o'er flow'r-empurpled meads
Who often, but without fuccefs, have pray'd
For apt Alliteration's artful aid;

apt?

Who would, but cannot, with a mafter's fkill
Coin fine new epithets which mean no ill;
Me, thus uncouth, thus ev'ry way unfit

For pacing poefy and ambling wit,

Tafte with contempt beholds, nor deigns to place,
Amongst the lowest of her favour'd race.

Churchill.