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The cry against our author being thus general, we may reasonably suppose, that he would have taken some opportunity .to exercise his powers of retort upon those who were most active' or most considerable among the aggressors, and that Montague and Prior stood a fair chance of being coupled up with Doeg and Og,
Had Dick still kept the regal diadem,
Thou hadst been poet laureat still to him,
And, long ere now, in lofty verse proclaimed
His high extraction, among princes famed;
Diffused his glorious deed from pole to pole,
Where winds can carry, or where waves can roll:
Nay, had our Charles, by heaven's severe decree,
Been found and murdered in the royal tree,
Even thou hadst praised the fact; his father slain,
Thou callest but gently breathing of a vein.
Impious and villainous, to bless the blow
That laid at once three lofty nations low,
And gave the royal cause a fatal overthrow!
Scandal to all religions, new and old;
Scandal to them, where pardon's bought and sold,
And mortgaged happiness redeemed for gold.
Tell me, for 'tis a' truth you must allow,
Who erer changed more in one inoon than thou?
Even thy own Zimri was more stedfast known,
He had but one religion, or had none.
What sect of Christians is't thou hast not known,
And at one time or other made thy own?
A bristled baptist bred, and then thy strain
Immaculate was far from sinful stain;
No songs, in those blest times, thou didst produce,
To brand and shame good manners out of use :
The ladies had not then one b-bob,
Nor thou the courtly name of Pret Squab.
Next, thy dull muse, an independant jade,
On sacred iyranny fine stanzas made;
Praised Noll, who even to both extremes did run,
To kill the father and dethrone the son.
When Charles came in, thou didst a convert grow,
More by thy interest, than thy nature so;
Under his 'livening beanıs thy laurels spread;
He first did place thai wreath about thy head,
Kindly relieved thy wants, and gave thee bread.
Here 'twas thou mad'st thy bells of fancy chime,
And choked the town with suffocating rhyme;
Till heroes, formed by thy creating pen,
Were grown as cheap and dull as other men.
Flushed with success, full gallery and pit;
Thou bravest all mankind with want of wits.
Nay, in short time wer't
grown so proud a dinny,
As scarce to allow that Ben himself had any;
his former antagonists. But, if Dryden entertained any intention of retaliation, the Revolution, which crushed his rising prospects,
both the opportunity and inclination. From that'period, the fame of “ The Hind and Panther” gradually diminished, as the controversy between Protestant and Papist gave way to that between Whig and Tory. Within a few years after the first publication of the poem, Swift ranks it among the compositions of Grubstreet; ironically terms it, “ the master-piece of a fa
But when the men of sense thy error saw,
They checked thy muse, aud kept the termagant in awe.
To satire next thy talent was addrest,
Fell foul on all, thy friends among the rest :
Those who the oft'nest did thy wants supply,
Abused, traduced, without a reason why;
Nay, even thy royal patron was not spared,
But an obscene, a santring wretch declared.
Thy loyal libel we can still produce;
Beyond example, and beyond excuse.
O strange return to a forgiving king!
But the warmed viper wears the greatest sting.
Thy pension lost, and justly without doubt;
When servants snarl, we ought to kick 'em out;
They that disdain their benefactor's bread,
No longer ought by bounty to be fed.
That lost, the visor changed, you turn about,
And straight a true blue Protestant crept out.
The Friar" now was writ; and some will say,
They smell a mal-content through all the play.
The Papist too was damped, unfit for trust,
Called treacherous, shameless, profligate, unjust;
And kingly power thought arbitrary lust.
This lasted till thou didst thy pension gain,
And that changed both thy morals and thy strain.
If to write contradictions nonsense be,
Who has more nonsense in their works than thee?
We'll mention but thy Layman's Faith and Hind :
Who'll think both these, such clashing do we find,
Could be the product of one single mind!
Here thou wouldst charitable fain appear,
Find fault that Athanasius was severe;
Thy pity straight to cruelty is raised,
And even the pious inquisition praised,
and recommended to the present reign,
"O happy countries, Italy and Spain !”
Have we not cause, in thine own words, to say,
Let none believe what varies every day,
That never was, nor will be, at a slay?
Once heathens might be saved, yon did allow,
But not, it seems, we greater heathens now.
The loyal church, that buoys the kingly line,
Damned with a breath, but 'tis such a breath as thinc.
mous author, now living, intended as a complete abstract of sixteen thousand schoolmen, from Scotus to Bellarmine;" and immediately subjoins, “ Tommy Potts, supposed by the same hand, by way of Supplement to the former." * With such acrimony do men of genius treat the productions of each other; and so certain it is, that, to enjoy permanent reputation, an author must chuse a theme of permanent interest.
What credit to thy party can it be,
To have gained so lewd a profligate as he,
Strayed from our fold, makes us to laugh, not weep;
We have but lost what was disgrace to keep.
By them mistrusted, and to us a scorn;
For 'tis but weakness at the best to turn.
True, hadst thou left us in the former reign,
Y’had proved it was not wholly done for gain;
Now the meridian sun is r.ot so plain.
Gold is thy god; for a substantial sum,
Thou to the Turk wouldst run away from Rome,
And sing his holy expedition against Christendom.
But, to conclude; blush with a lasting red,
If thou’rt not moved by what's already said,
To see thy boars, bears, buzzards, wolves, and owls,
And all thy other beasts and other fowls,
Routed by two poor mice (unequal fight !);
But easy 'tis to conquer in the right.
See there a youth, (a shame to thy gray hairs)
Make a mere dunce of all thy threescore years.
What in that tedious poem hast thou done,
But crammed all Esop's fables into one?
But why do I the precious minutes spend
On him, that would much rather hang than mend ?
No, wretch, continue still just as thou art,
'hou’rt now in this last scene that crowns thy part,
To purchase favour veer with every gale,
And against interest never ceasé tú rail,
Though thou'rt the only proof how interest can prevail. « Tale of a Tub," first part. Tommy Potts" is a silly popular ballad, for which see Rilson's “ Ancient Songs."
The nation is in too high a ferment, for me to expect either fair war, or even so much as fair quarter, from a reader of the opposite party. All men are engaged either on this side or that; and though conscience is the common word which is given by both, yet if a writer fall among enemies, and cannot give the marks of their conscience, he is knocked down before the reasons of his own are heard. A preface, therefore, which is but a bespeaking of favour, is altogether useless. What I desire the reader should know concerning me, he will find in the body of the poem, if he have but the patience to peruse it. Only this advertisement let him take before-hand, which relates to the merits of the cause.
No general characters of parties (call them either sects or churches) can be so fully and exactly drawn, as to comprehend all the several members of them; at least all such as are received under that denomination. For example; there are some of the church by law established, who envy not liberty of conscience to dissenters; as being well satisfied that, according to their own principles, they ought not to persecute them. Yet these, by reason of their fewness, I could not distinguish from the numbers of the rest, with whom they are embodied in one common name. On the other side, there are many