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 Thus heav'n in pity wakes the friendly flame, To urge mankind on deeds that merit fame: But man, vain man, in folly only wise, Rejects the manna sent him from the skies:"

The climax of this human error is perverted ambition and a snobbish idea of excellence:

"The daemon Shame paints strong the ridicule, And whispers close, 'the world will call you fool!'

Hence Satire's pow'r: 'tis her corrective part To calm the wild disorders of the heart. She points the arduous heights where glory lies, And teaches mad ambition to be wise: In the dark bosom wakes the fair desire, Draws good from ill, a brighter flame from fire; Strips black Oppression of her gay disguise, And bids the hag in native horror rise; Strikes tow'ring pride and lawless rapine dead, And plants the wreath on Virtue's awful head.

Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd pow'r, Though oft she mourns those ills she cannot cure, The worthy court her, and the worthless fear; Who shun her piercing eye, that eye revere. Her awful voice the vain and vile obey, And every foe to wisdom feels her sway. Smarts, pedants, as she smiles, no more are vain; Desponding fops resign the clouded cane: Hush'd at her voice, pert Folly's self is still, And Dulness wonders while she drops her quill."

The author's optimism mounts even to the disparagement of Force, Policy, Religion, Mercy, and Justice, in comparison with this puissant and impeccable goddess, in whose presence the wicked never cease from trembling,—especially stricken when she draws