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If you pretend, as well you may,
of Bucks has made a farce,
EPISTLE the EIGHTH.
Mr. SO. U T HERNE,
Comedy callid, The Wives Excuse.
URĘ there's a fate in plays, and 'tis in vain
To write, while these malignant planets reign. Some very foolish influence rules the pit, Not always kind to sense, or just to wit : And whilst it lasts, let buffoonry succeed, To make us laugh; for never was more need. Farce, in itself, is of a nasty scent ; But the gain smells not of the excrement. The Spanish nymph, a wit and beauty too, With all her charms, bore but a single show: But let a monster Muscovite
appear, · He draws a crowded audience round the
year. May be thou hast not pleas'd the box and pit ; Yet those who blame thy tale applaud thy wit: So Terence plotted, but fo Terence writ. Like his thy thoughts are true, thy language clean; E'en lewdness is made nioral in thy scene.
The hearers may for want of Nokes repine;
EPISTLE the NINT H.
HENRY HIGDE N, Efq;
Translation of the Tenth Satire of JUVENAL.
HE Grecian wits, who Satire first began,
Were pleasant Pasquins on the life of man ; At mighty villains, who the state opprest, They durst not rail, perhaps; they lath'd, at least, And turn'd them out of office with a jest. No.fool could peep abroad, but ready stand The drolls to clap a bauble in his hand. Wise legislators never yet could draw A fop within the reach of common law; For posture, dress, grimace and affectation, Tho foes to sense, are harmless to the nation. Our last redress is dint of verse to try, And Satire is our court of Chancery. This way took Horace to reform an age, Not bad enough to need an author's rage. But yours,
who liv'd in more degenerate times, Was forc'd to fasten deep, and worry crimes. Yet you, my friend, have temper’d him so well, You make him smile in spite of all his zeal :
An art peculiar to yourself alone,
Oh! were your author's principle receiv'd,
Our kind relief against a rainy day, Beyond a tavern, or a tedious play, We take your book, and laugh our spleen away. If all your tribe, too studious of debate, Would cease false hopes and titles to create, Led by the rare example you begun, Clients would fail, and lawyers be undone.