Satire I. to Mr Fortescue.

SATIRES AND EPISTLES OF HORACE IMITATED. _P_. There are (I scarce can think it, but am told) There are, to whom my satire seems too bold: Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough, And something said of Chartres much too rough. The lines are weak, another's pleased to say, Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. Timorous by nature, of the rich in awe, I come to counsel learnèd in the law: 'You'll give me, like a friend both sage and free, Advice; and (as you use) without a fee.'…