665 Our critics take a contrary extreme, 670 675 680 Thee, bold Longinus! all the Nine inspire, And bless their critic with a poet's fire: An ardent judge, who, zealous in his trust, With warmth gives sentence, yet is always just; Whose own example strengthens all his laws, And is himself the great sublime he draws. Thus long succeeding critics justly reign'd, License repress'd, and useful laws ordain'd : Learning and Rome alike in empire grew, And arts still follow'd where her Eagles flew ; From the same foes at last both felt their doom, 685 And the same age saw learning fall and Rome. L2 With Tyranny then Superstition join'd, 690 695 At length Erasmus, that great injur'd name, Shakes off the dust, and rears his rev'rend head. 700 705 But soon by impious arms from Latium chas'd, Their ancient bounds the banish'd Muses pass'd: 710 Thence arts o'er all the northern world advance, But critic learning flourish'd most in France: 715 720 The rules a nation born to serve obeys, And Boileau still in right of Horace sways. But we, brave Britons! foreign laws despis'd, And kept unconquer'd and unciviliz'd; Fierce for the liberties of wit, and bold, We still defy'd the Romans, as of old. Yet some there were, among the sounder few Of those who less presum'd and better knew, Who durst assert the juster ancient cause, And here restor'd Wit's fundamental laws. Such was the Muse whose rules and practice tell "Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well." Such was Roscommon, not more learn'd than good, With manners gen'rous as his noble blood; To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known, And ev'ry author's merit but his own. Such late was Walsh the Muse's judge and friend, Who justly knew to blame or to commend; To failings mild, but zealous for desert, The clearest head, and the sincerest heart. This humble praise, lamented Shade! receive; This praise at least a grateful Muse may give: The Muse whose early voice you taught to sing, 735 Prescrib'd her heights, and prun'd her tender wing, (Her guide now lost) no more attempts to rise, But in low numbers short excursions tries; 726 730 Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend. 744
AN ESSAY ON SATIRE. OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF MR. POPE. INSCRIBED TO MR. WARBURTON. BY J. BROWN, A. M. CONTENTS. PART I. OF the end and efficacy of Satire. The love of glo- |