Those who think I have been guilty of any error in exposing the crimes of my own countrymen to themselves may, among many honest instances of the like nature, find the same thing in Mr. Cowley, in his imitation of the second Olympic ode of Pindar. His words are these—
“But in this thankless world the givers
Are envied even by the receivers:
’Tis now the cheap and frugal fashion
Rather to hide than pay an obligation.
Nay, ’tis much worse than so;
It now an artifice doth grow
Wrongs and outrages to do,
Lest men should think we owe.”
THE INTRODUCTION
Speak, Satire; for there’s none can tell like thee
Whether ’tis folly, pride, or knavery
That makes this discontented land appear
Less happy now in times of peace than war?
Why civil feuds disturb the nation more
Than all our bloody wars have done before?
Fools out of favour grudge at knaves in place
And men are always honest in disgrace:
The Court preferments make men knaves in course;
But they which would be in them would be worse.
’Tis not at foreigners that we repine,
Would foreigners their perquisites resign:
The grand contention ’s plainly to be seen,
To get some men put out, and some put in.
For this our Senators make long harangues,
And florid Members whet their polished tongues.
Statesmen are always sick of one disease,
And a good pension gives them present ease:
That’s the specific makes them all content
With any King and any Government.
Good patriots at Court abuses rail,
And all the nation’s grievances bewail;
But when the sovereign balsam’s once applied,
The zealot never fails to change his side;
And when he must the golden key resign,
The railing spirit comes about again.
Who shall this bubbled nation disabuse,
While they their own felicities refuse,
Who at the wars have made such mighty pother,
And now are falling out with one another:
With needless fears the jealous nation fill,
And always have been saved against their will:
Who fifty millions sterling have disbursed,
To be with peace and too much plenty cursed:
Who their old monarch eagerly undo,
And yet uneasily obey the new?
Search, Satire, search: a deep incision make;
The poison’s strong, the antidote’s too weak.
’Tis pointed Truth must manage this dispute,
And downright English, Englishmen confute.