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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Well may the restless little Bard accuse,
Of tacit dulness, e'ery modern Muse,
Since you unactive Souls in silence sit,
And bear, with Patience, his invective Wit;
Not only so, but stifling your disgust,
Confirms his Dunciad Satyr to be just:
Therefore, if none will his Arraignment heed,
Like Mutes at Bar, you must be press'd to plead.
You find his active Genius spares no pains,
But, with fresh Scandal, daily feeds his Brains;
Which in a labour'd Dress is midwif'd forth,
And stil'd Heroick, to enhance its worth.
So Jewellers, to please the wanton Fair,
Set Bristol Stones in Gold for common wear,
Which, glitt'ring Baubles, grace the pritty Dames,
And, with misjudging Eyes, oft pass for Gems.
Of tacit dulness, e'ery modern Muse,
Since you unactive Souls in silence sit,
And bear, with Patience, his invective Wit;
Not only so, but stifling your disgust,
Confirms his Dunciad Satyr to be just:
Therefore, if none will his Arraignment heed,
Like Mutes at Bar, you must be press'd to plead.
You find his active Genius spares no pains,
But, with fresh Scandal, daily feeds his Brains;
Which in a labour'd Dress is midwif'd forth,
And stil'd Heroick, to enhance its worth.
So Jewellers, to please the wanton Fair,
Set Bristol Stones in Gold for common wear,
Which, glitt'ring Baubles, grace the pritty Dames,
And, with misjudging Eyes, oft pass for Gems.
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