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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Durgen, thy proud ill-natur'd Muse restrain,
Reform thy Genius and correct thy Pen,
Forbear to pass, with such unguarded heat,
Heroick Scandal on the World for Wit,
No more with epick Satyrs teaze the Town,
And in false Characters betray thy own;
What Bard, but you, could think it worth his while,
To dress Lampoon in such a lofty style?
As if good language would your Malice drown,
And make the gilded Pill go glibly down;
Tho' the choice Words you lavishly bestow,
Are too sonif'rous for a Theme so low,
Like Kettle-drums and Trumpets to a Puppit-show.
Reform thy Genius and correct thy Pen,
Forbear to pass, with such unguarded heat,
Heroick Scandal on the World for Wit,
No more with epick Satyrs teaze the Town,
And in false Characters betray thy own;
What Bard, but you, could think it worth his while,
To dress Lampoon in such a lofty style?
As if good language would your Malice drown,
And make the gilded Pill go glibly down;
Tho' the choice Words you lavishly bestow,
Are too sonif'rous for a Theme so low,
Like Kettle-drums and Trumpets to a Puppit-show.
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