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To that incomparable Panegyrist, the Author of the Satyr upon Wit.

By Coll. Bl---.
Henceforth no more in thy Poetick Rage,
Burlesque the God-like Heroes of the Age;
No more King Arthurs be with Labour writ,
But follow Nature, and still rail at Wit,
For this thy mighty Genius was design'd;
In this thy Cares a due Success may find.
Opinions we more easily receive
From Guides, that practise by those Rules they give.
So Dullness thou may'st write into Esteem;
Thy great Example, as it is thy Theme.
Hope not to join (like G***rth's immortal Lays)
The keenest Satyr with the best of Praise.
Thy Satyrs bite not, but like Æsop's Ass,
Thou kick'st the Darling whom thou would'st caress.
Would'st thou our Youth from Poetry afright,
'Tis wisely done, thy self in Verse to write.
So drunken Slaves the Spartans did design
Should fright their Children from the Love of Wine,
Go on, and rail as thou hast done before.
Thus Lovers use, when picqu'd in an Amour;
The Nymph they can't enjoy, they call a Whore.