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A46424	A modern essay on the tenth satyr of Juvenal. By Henry Higden, Esquire. Licensed June 2d. 1686. Ro. L'Estrange	Higden, Henry.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.; Juvenal. Satira 10. English and Latin.	1687 (1687)	Wing J1278B; ESTC R218557	42,854	84

A Modern Essay On the Tenth SATYR OF JUVENAL By HENRY HIGDEN Esquire Licensed June 2d 1686. Ro. L'Estrange Ridendo Monet LONDON Printed by T. Milbourn in Jewen-Street 1687. To the Right Honourable RICHARD LORD LUMLEY Baron of LVMLEY AND Viscount LVMLEY in Ireland c. THE Knowledge I have of Your Lordships Great Worth and Honour is the Motive that pushes me to Publish this Piece under Your Lordships Patronage whose Name and Character is so Illustrious that it was impossible for me to Resist such a Powerful Attraction But when I reflect on the Poorness of the Present and Presenter and from thence advance my Thoughts to consider the Grandeur of my Patron I discover my Want of Ability to render You the Just Attributes of your Merit Who besides Your Lordships Hereditary Vertues possess so many Excellent acquired Ones the Contemplation whereof fills me with Raptures and Transports too Exquisite for a Description With this Impotence I wholly desist from a Panegyrick in this Epistle the general Topick of Dedications having so Just an Excuse for the Want of Mine which would be wholly unnecessary since Your Lordships Vertues are so Eminent and Conspicuous they want neither a Herauld nor an Historian I was conscious to my Self My Lord of an unpardonable piece of Confidence in this Address in laying so Poor a Trifle at Your Lordships Feet But alas What boots the Sense of a Fault without being able to Resist the Temptation of Committing it Besides the Consideration that I was already Listed in the Gang of Scriblers and commenced a Brother of the Quill who of all Mankind are the least apt to have their Modesty or Conscience fly into their Faces The Muses themselves under favour being thought but a sort of light Rambling Gypsies 〈◊〉 and of so deep an Affrican Complexion that they were never observed to Redden for all their daily Presumptions and Extravagancies and Whipping as Experience has Taught us does but raise and provoke their Mettle to more Waggish Pranks Do not we daily see that the Lowest Fluttering Dogrell shall with as great an assurance perch under a Noble Umbrage as the Highest Soarer in Heroick Flights The Carrion Crow shall aspire to Build in the Cedar's Top and the Noble Eagle can pretend to no more This Hereditary Liberty allowed as also That all Modesty is directly against the Rules of our Order and the Charter of our Company And that these Cogent Poetical Reasons being maturely weighed may I hope Warrant my Obedience to Custome and Apologize for a Troublesome and Impertinent Dedication to suffer in which Case will be for me much more tolerable than by my omitting so Necessary a Ceremony provoke a Revengeful and Offended Brotherhood that will assuredly Damn me by a Universal Consent for presuming to hope for Salvation and to Stand and Fall by my own Merits without praying the Assistance of an able Patron according to the Laudable Custome As for this Tenth Satyr of Juvenal by All approved for the Gravest and most Phylosophical both for Argument and Matter of all our Authors if his Sense have not lost too much of the Spirit by Transfusion from one Language to another I should esteem a Suitable Present to Your Lordship who has Justly established a Noble and Spotless Reputation from Worthy and Honest Actions yet have Wisely learnt betimes to take up from a too eager and precipitate Chase of Fame which Hurries many intemperately through Thick and Thin violently breaking through the Fences to pursue and master their Game who often according to the many Examples in this Satyr described do meet with a Disasterous Conclusion which in them is the Effect of an Immoderate Thirst and Desire of a Name and does not proceed from the Principles of Steddy Virtue Your Lordships Wiser Consideration having denyed Your Self to the Courtship and Blandishments of the World rather than to give the least Violence to your Mind and Repose chusing rather a Noble Retirement within the Bounds of a Plentiful Fortune of which few Noble Men can boast a Greater or have given so Early a Proof of their Knowledge and Skill to use and manage it to Improvement Which that Your Lordship may live Long to enjoy with all Happiness and Honour is the Constant Wish of My LORD Your Lordships Most Devoted Humble Servant HENRY HIGDEN To my Ingenious Friend 〈◊〉 Henry Higden Esq On his Translation of the Tenth SATYR OF JUVENAL THe Grecian Wits who Satyr first began Were Pleasant Pasquins on the Life of Man At Mighty Villains who the State opprest They durst not Rail perhaps they Laugh'd at least And turn'd 'em 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 Fopp within the Reach of Common-Law For Posture Dress Grimace and Affectation Tho' Foes to Sence are Harmless to the Nation Our last Redress is Dint of Verse to try And Satyr is our Court of Chancery This Way took Horace to reform an Age Not Bad enough to need an Author's Rage But Yours * Juvenal who liv'd in more degen'rate Times Was forc'd to fasten Deep and woorry Crimes Yet You my Friend have temper'd him so well You make him Smile in spight of all his Zeal An Art peculiar to your Self alone To joyn the Vertues of Two Stiles in One Oh! were your Author's Principle receiv'd Half of the lab'ring World wou'd be reliev'd For not to Wish is not to be Deceiv'd Revenge wou'd into Charity be chang'd Because it costs too Dear to be Reveng'd It costs our Quiet and Content of Mind And when 't is compass'd leaves a Sting behind Suppose I had the better End o' th' Staff Why shou'd I help th' ill-natur'd World to laugh 'T is all alike to them who gets the Day They Love the Spight and Mischief of the Fray No I have Cur'd my Self of that Disease Nor will I be provok'd but when I please But let me half that Cure to You restore You gave the Salve I laid it to the Sore 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 Wou'd cease false Hopes and Titles to create Led by the Rare Example you begun Clyents wou'd fail and Lawyers be undone JOHN DRYDEN TO Henry Higden Esq On his Translation of the Tenth SATYR OF JUVENAL I. I Know You and I must Confess From Sence so Celebrated and so True Wit so Uncommon and so New As that which alwaies shines in You I cou'd expect no less 'T is Great 't is Just 't is Noble all Right Spirit of the Original No scatter'd Spark no gli●●●ring Beams As in some Pieces here and there Through a dark Glade of Duller Numbers gleams But 't is all Fire all Glittering every where Grateful Instruction that can never fail To Please and Charm even while you Rail By

Arts thus Gentle and Severe The Powers Divine first made their Mortals Wise The soft Reproach they ●id with Reverence bear While they Ador'd the GOD that did Chastize II. Perhaps there may be found some Carping Wit May blame the Measures of thy Lines And cry No● so the Roman Poet writ Who drest his Satyr in more lofty Rhimes But thou for thy Instructer Nature chose That first best Principle of Poetry And to thy Subject didst thy Verse dispose While in Harmonious Union both agree Had the Great Bard thy Properer Numbers view'd He wou'd have lay'd his stiff Heroicks by And this more Gay more Airy Path pursu'd That so much better leads to Ralliery Wit is no more than Nature well exprest And He fatigues and toyles in vain With Rigid Labours breaks his Brain That has Familiar Thought in lofty Numbers drest III. True to his Sense and to his Charming Wit Thou ●very where hast kept an equal Pace All his Brisk Turns exactly hit Justly maintain'd his Humour and his Grace And with the Language hast not chang'd the Face Great Juvenal in every Line True Roman still o're all does shine But in the Brittish Garb appears most fine IV. Long did the Learned Author search to find The Vice and Vani●y of Humane●kind Long he observ'd nor did ●bserv● in vain In every differing Humour found Even there where Virtue did abound Some mortal Frailties reign Philosophers he saw were Proud Of dull-affected Poverty Senators cringing to the Crowd For trifling Popularity The Judge Reviles the Criminal a● Bar. And now because old Ages I●e Has chill'd the Ardour of his willi●g Vice Snarles at those ●outhful Follies which he cannot share From the vain-keeping ' Squire and Cully'd Lord The fawning Courtier States-man's Broken Word Down to the flattering Jilting Curtizan And the more faithless couzening Citizen The Tricks of Court and State to him were known And all the Vices veil'd beneath the Gown From the Sharp Pulpit to the Blunted Stall He knew and gently did reproach them all V. If Rome that kept the lesser World in awe Wanted a Juvenal to give them Law How much more we who stockt with Knave and Fool Have turn'd the Nation into Ridicule The dire Contagion spreads to each degree Of Wild Debauchery The mad Infected Youth make haste To lay their Fortunes Health and Reason waste The Fop a tamer sort of Tool Who dresses talks and loves by Rule Has long for a Fine Person past Block-heads will pass for Wits and Write And some for Brave who ne'r could Fight Women for Chaste whose knack of Cant Boasts of the Virtues that they want Cry Faugh at Words and Actions Innocent And make that naughty that was never meant That vain-affected Hypocrite shall be In Satyr sham'd to Honest Sense by Thee 'T is Thou our English Juvenal alone To whom all Vice and every Vertue 's known Thou that like Judah's King through all hast past And found that all 's but Vanity at last 'T is you alone the Discipline can use Who dare at once be bold severe and kind Soften rough Satyr with thy gentler Muse And force a Blush at least where you can't change the Mind A. Behn TO H. HIGDEN Esq On his Modern Way of Translating JUVENAL'S Tenth SATYR IF Poets without Fiction in Applause Of their lov'd Muse speak Truth in their own Cause And Wit to Favourites gives a Lawful Claim To be Inroll'd in Deathless Books of Fame Howe'er the Rest of the fam'd Sisters thrive And happily to Time's last Sand survive Satyr alone finds a Hard Task to live Even half a Key in th' highest Flights of Glory Vnlocks whole Volumes of Heroick Story Vertue in Robes of Lasting Dye array'd Is down even to Remotest Time convey'd Great Deeds are Read so Plain and spoke so loud Casting a Lustre which no Age can shroud Her bright Divinity breaks through the Cloud No Antique Garb can against Worth prevail Alcides struts with Club and Lyons Tayl And Bess looks Great in Ruff and Farthingale Thus whilst Heroicks their Great Theams display Stalking abroad in Fields and open Day Remarking Satyr must to Coverts creep ●ry in close Grotts and obscure Closets peep They Copy by so weak and faint a Light Vice is their Theam in Masquerade they Write And slyly walk in gloomy Scenes of Night Thus whilst the warm Intrigue is just found out And the fresh Calumny is dealt about Murmur'd and buz'd through all the Tickled Rout Oh! with what Lawrel Wreaths is Satyr Crown'd How ravishing the smart Iambicks sound But when the Grin the Sneer and Jest is past Malice that runs so swift and tires as fast Poor Satyr then the Nine Days Wonder done Strait lies Neglected and Forgot as soon With its own Parent Scandal does expire The generous son of an Ignoble Sire The Poinant Gall that holds Authentick Text This Age is damn'd t' Apocrypha the next The Flowry Banks our pleased ●orefathers knew O'regrown by Time we a Rude Labyrinth view Where Commentators groap without a Clue Whilst Satyr destined to so Harsh a Doom Must undergo such Hardship ev'n at Home Alas what must it suffer when it walks Abroad and in a Forreign Language talks Where Loads of Dross the precious Oar enfold Skilful must th' Artist be t' Extract the Gold One practised to the World and Muses Laws And well acquainted with the Face he draws Satyr to Trace at Heels and poorly Line For Line Translate is such a weak Design Does even the Marks of Life and Spirit want A Jargon worse than a Fanatick Cant A Wise Attempt and Justify'd by none But some Enthusiast Prophet of their own Thy Pencil scorns a Portraicture so faint Thou animate'st what such dead Colours paint You Naturalize the Author you Translate And Classick Roman dress in Modern State Sprightly and Gay he makes his Visit here Drest Al-a-mode and speaks en Cavalier Great Juvenal's Wit who in an English Scene By Time's long Rust at best had pointless been Thou grind'st to a New Edge to cut more keen From Letts and Rubbish clear'st the craggy Shore And driv'st thy own Triumphant Chariot o're His distant Heat does by thy Labour burn And Rear thy Phenix from his Spicey Vrne E. SETTLE THE PREFACE TO THE READER I Did not think to have given you or my self this Trouble resolving what I had said before my Thirteenth Satyr should have served the Turn But since my Friend Mr. Shadwell before his late Ingenious Translation has taken some notice of this Essay of mine I could not in good Manners but make his Civility a Return in Print This English Essay of mine was Perfect and Licensed above a Year since as intended to have been Printed in last Trinity Term was Twelve-month but was by some Accident prevented In the following Vacation Mr. Shadwell did me the Favour to peruse it keeping it for a considerable Time by him At the Return he told me He had a mind to Translate it for his Diversion