But he has found out a new way, That mix'd it with new light, and cheat, To be held forth and carried on by war; For as a Turk that is to act some crime So when some horrid action's to be done, Another spirit, and lays by his own; And when his over-heated brain Turns giddy, like his brother Mussulman, He's judged inspired, and all his frenzies held To be prophetic, and reveal'd. The one believes all madmen to be saints, And where he differs most concurs; 2 The sons-in-law of Mahomet. Both equally exact and just In perjury and breach of trust; And both unanimously damn And hate (like two that play one game) Each other for it, while they strive to do the same. Both equally design to raise Their churches by the self-same ways; Their doctrine, and with sword and fire convert; To preach the gospel with a drum, And for convincing overcome : And though, in worshipping of God, all blood Both hold no holy rights to be so good; And both to propagate the breed As lawful means to propagate a sect; And license does more good in gospel-times. From her own nature, nothing but a breed Of prodigies and hideous monsters can succeed. UPON MODERN CRITICS. A PINDARIC ODE. "TIs well that equal Heaven has placed Beyond their reach until their pains are pass'd; So 'tis to take the pains to know, Which some, with only confidence and face, For daring nonsense seldom fails to hit, Like scatter'd shot, and pass with some for wit. Who would not rather make himself a judge, And boldly usurpate the chair, Than with dull industry and care Endure to study, think, and drudge, For that which he much sooner may advance With obstinate and pertinacious ignorance? For all men challenge, though in spite Shall be, and who shall ne'er be wise: Not strive to take opinion by surprise, Though without judgment, skill, and parts, And mask his ignorance (as Indians use Their homely nether parts to' adorn) Can never fail to captive some, That will submit to his oraculous doom, For solid judgment and deep sense; And credit purchased without pains or wit, Like stolen pleasures, ought to be most sweet. Two self-admirers, that combine On one another; like the choice Of Persian princes, by one's horse's voice: In private only being but named, And yet may be divulged and famed, And own'd in public every where : Each other but a Knight o' the Post, As false as suborn'd perjurers, [ears. That vouch away all right they have to their own But when all other courses fail, There is one easy artifice That seldom has been known to miss, To cry all mankind down, and rail: For he whom all men do contemn, May be allow'd to rail again at them, To outface reason, wit, and sense, And all that makes against himself condemn ; Like a mad dog, that has a worm in his tongue : And, like a fierce inquisitor of wit, To spare no flesh that ever spoke or writ; The feeblest vermin can destroy But that more impotent buffoon That makes it both his business and his sport |