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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But 'tis a common fate, if not a fau't,
For little Mortals to be great in Thought,
Till strength of fancy, blended with their Wit,
Make 'em tall Gyants, in their own conceit,
Then, like our Bedlam Kings, they rant and rave,
Treat e'ery Man they speak of as a Slave,
Look big beneath imaginary Crowns,
And think to awe the World with nods and frowns,
Thus wild, the pigmy Bard in triumph sits,
Enthron'd, as King of Poets and of Wits,
To ease his Spleen, at e'ery Author growls,
And deems his wiser Brethren Frogs and Owls,
Strikes at 'em all with an audacious Hand,
And strives to humble those he can't command.
So, the fierce Cat, with Teeth and Tallons arm'd,
When by some gen'rous Mastiff she's alarm'd,
Mounts up her Back and cocks her swelling Tail,
Spits out her Venom, does her Foe assail,
Forgetful of her weakness, till, at length,
She's Mouth'd and Worry'd by superior strength.
For little Mortals to be great in Thought,
Till strength of fancy, blended with their Wit,
Make 'em tall Gyants, in their own conceit,
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Treat e'ery Man they speak of as a Slave,
Look big beneath imaginary Crowns,
And think to awe the World with nods and frowns,
Thus wild, the pigmy Bard in triumph sits,
Enthron'd, as King of Poets and of Wits,
To ease his Spleen, at e'ery Author growls,
And deems his wiser Brethren Frogs and Owls,
Strikes at 'em all with an audacious Hand,
And strives to humble those he can't command.
So, the fierce Cat, with Teeth and Tallons arm'd,
When by some gen'rous Mastiff she's alarm'd,
Mounts up her Back and cocks her swelling Tail,
Spits out her Venom, does her Foe assail,
Forgetful of her weakness, till, at length,
She's Mouth'd and Worry'd by superior strength.
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