But dufky phantoms, Mufe, no more purfue! Now clearer objects open-yet untrue. Awful the genuine hiftorian's name! 55 60 Falfe ones with what materials build they fame; 50 65 70 Is a prince born? What birth more bafe believ'd? And eafy minds imbibe romantic tales. Thus, 'ftead of history, fuch authors raise 75 Mere crude wild novels of bad hints for plays. Some Some ufurp names-an English garreteer, From Minutes forg'd, is Monfieur Mefnager Some, while on good or ill fuccefs they stare, Give conduct a complexion dark or fair : Others, as little to enquiry prone, 80 Account for actions, though their spring's unknown. One ftatefinan vices has, and virtues too ; Hence will contefted character enfue. View but the black, he's fiend; the bright but scan, 85 He's angel view him all-he's ftill a man. But fuch hiftorians all accufe, acquit ; No virtue these, and thofe no vice admit; Where hear-fay knowledge fits on public names, 95 100 He THE MINUTES OF MONS. MESNAGER; a book calculated to vilify the administration in the four last years of queen Anne's reign. The truth is, that this libel was not written by Monf. Mefnager, neither was any fuch book ever printed in the French tongue, from which it is impudently faid in the title-page to be tranflated. SAVAGE. He hems, looks wife, tunes thin his labouring throat, 105 But dare fuch mifcreants now rufh abroad, By blanket, cane, pump, pillory, unaw'd? Dare they imp falfehood thus, and plume her wings, From prefent characters and recent things? Yes: What untruths! or truths in what difguife! What Boyers and what Oldmixons arife! 110 What facts from all but them and Slander fcreen'd? 115 In vain may St. John fafe in confcience fit; 120 125 130 By every language fnatch'd, by time receiv'd, F A CHARACTER. AIR Truth, in courts where Juftice should prefide, Alike the Judge and Advocate would guide; And thefe would vie each dubious point to clear, To ftop the widow's and the orphan's tear; Were all, like Yorke, of delicate address, Strength to difcern, and sweetness to exprefs, Learn'd, juft, polite, born every heart to gain, Like Cummins mild; like Fortefcue humane, All-eloquent of truth, divinely known, So deep, fo clear, all Science is his own. 5 ΤΟ Of heart impure, and impotent of head, In hiftory, rhetoric, ethics, law, unread; How far unlike fuch worthies, once a drudge, From floundering in low cafes, rofe a Judge. Form'd to make pleaders laugh, his nonfenfe thunders, 15 And, on low juries, breathes contagious blunders. His The honourable William Fortefcue, Efq; one of the Juftices of His Majesty's Court of Common Pleas. 20 25 His brothers blush, because no blush he know, 30 Why liv'd he not ere Star-chambers had fail'd, 35 When fine, tax, cenfure, all but law prevail'd; Or law, fubfervient to fome murderous will, Became a precedent to murder ftill? Yet e'en when patriots did for traitors bleed, Was e'er the jobb to such a slave decreed, Whofe favage mind wants fophift-art to draw, O'er murder'd virtue, fpecious veils of law? Why, Student, when the bench your youth admits; Where, though the worst, with the best rank'd he fis; N 3 + When Page one uncorrupted finger shows. 40 Where D. of WHARTON. |