Durgen Or, A Plain Satyr upon a Pompous Satyrist. Amicably Inscrib'd, by the Author, to those Worthy and Ingenious Gentlemen misrepresented in a late invective Poem, call'd, The Dunciad [by Edward Ward] |
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If these are Faults against all moral Rules,
That should, from Men of Sense, distinguish Fools,
And render those that glory in the Shame
Of others, liable to equal blame;
Then 'twas a Failing, sure, if not a Crime,
In our grand Master of the sweet Sublime,
To low'r his gyant Muse, and draw his Pen
Against the Starvlings of Apollo's Train;
Poor pensive Mortals, who affect their ease,
And study not to vex, but how to please,
Some, whom his pointed Vengeance might have spar'd
Poets, who much esteem'd the mighty Bard,
And scorn'd to write the least ill-natur'd Scroll,
That could offend his great majestick Soul,
Which, tho' its cramm'd into a little room,
Yet like Gunpowder ramn'd into a Bomb,
When fir'd, will thro' its narrow confines break,
Destructive liberty at random take,
And thunder out its Pow'r for mischief's sake.
That should, from Men of Sense, distinguish Fools,
And render those that glory in the Shame
Of others, liable to equal blame;
Then 'twas a Failing, sure, if not a Crime,
In our grand Master of the sweet Sublime,
To low'r his gyant Muse, and draw his Pen
Against the Starvlings of Apollo's Train;
Poor pensive Mortals, who affect their ease,
And study not to vex, but how to please,
Some, whom his pointed Vengeance might have spar'd
Poets, who much esteem'd the mighty Bard,
And scorn'd to write the least ill-natur'd Scroll,
That could offend his great majestick Soul,
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Yet like Gunpowder ramn'd into a Bomb,
When fir'd, will thro' its narrow confines break,
Destructive liberty at random take,
And thunder out its Pow'r for mischief's sake.
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