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A SATIRE ON SATIRISTS.
For eaters of goose-liver there is drest
This part alone; the cats divide the rest;
And all beside is sad unchristian* meat.
* And all beside is sad unchristian meat.-He who could partake of such an abominable luxury, knowing its process, ought not even to be buried where men are buried, but (in strict retributive justice) given to the kites and crows.
Let thou the Muse's spangled tissue play About thy head and bosom, night and day, But throw the bone 'twas workt upon, away.
Thinly by Nature is our honey spread
If sober, stupid, and if fiery, mad.
Who in hard stems and clotted leaves would rout,
When the whole essence he may have without ?
In fashionable squares and new-built streets
Suburban Muses take their several beats ;
And whoso passes their select purlieus
Sooner shall Tuscan Vallombrosa lack wood
Than Britain Grub-street, Billingsgate, and Black
Slave-merchants, scalpers, cannibals, agree ..
In Letter-land no brotherhood must be.
If there were living upon earth but twain,
One would be Abel and the other Cain,
Here, be our cause the wrong one or the right,
“ And rise Sir Sotheby,* and stand by Homer.
66 Who makes the limberest threadcase stand on end.
“ Few are the authors here with lives uncharm'd,
“ And thinnest ghosts march through their moon
There never squatted a more sordid brood Beneath the battlements of Holyrood,
* Who can account for the eulogies of Blackwood on Sotheby's Homer, as compared with Pope's and Cowper's ? Eulogy is not reported to be the side he lies upon, in general.