and writes more like a Pimp, than a _Poet_. And truly I think there is but little of Lewdness lost in the _Translation_. The Sixth and Eleventh _Satyrs_ are Particularly remarkable. Such nauseous stuff is almost enough to debauch the _Alphabet_, and make the Language scandalous. One would almost be sorry for the privilege of _Speech_, and the Invention of _Letters_, to see them thus wretchedly abused. And since the Business must be undertaken, why was not the Thought Blanched, the Expression made remote, and the ill Features cast into shadows? I'm mistaken if we have not Lewdness enough of our own Growth, without Importing from our Neighbours. No. This can't be. An Author must have Right done him, and be shown in his own shape, and Complexion. Yes by all means! Vice must be disrobed, and People poyson'd, and all for the sake of Justice! To do Right to such an Author is to burn him. I hope Modesty is much better than Resemblance. The Imitation of an ill Thing is the worse for being exact: And sometimes to report a Fault is to repeat it. To return to his _Plays_. In _Love Triumphant_, _Garcia_ makes _Veramond_ this Compliment: _May Heaven and your brave Son, and above all, Your own prevailing Genius guard your Age._[131] What is meant by his Genius, in this place, is not easy to Discover, only that 'tis something which is a better Guard than Heaven. But 'tis no Matter for the Sense, as long as the Profaness is clear. In this _Act_, Colonel _Sancho_ lets _Carlos_ know the old Jew is dead, which he calls good news. Carl. _What Jew?_ Sanch. _Why the rich Jew my Father. He is gone to the Bosom, of_ Abraham _his Father, and I his Christian Son am left sole Heir_.[132] A very mannerly Story! But why does the Poet acquaint us with _Sanchos_ Religion? The case is pretty plain: 'tis to give a lustre to his Profaness, and make him burlesque St. _Luke_ with the better Grace. _Alphonso_ complains to _Victoria_ that _Nature doats with Age_.[133] His reason is, because Brother and Sister can't Marry as they did at first: 'Tis very well! We know what _Nature_ means in the Language of Christianity, and especially under the Notion of a Law-giver. _Alphonso_ goes on, and compares the Possession of Incestuous Love to Heaven. Yes, 'tis _Eternity in Little_.[134] It seems Lovers must be distracted or there's no diversion. A Flight of Madness like a Faulcons _Lessening_, makes them the more gaz'd at! I am now coming to some of the Poets Divinity. And here _Vengeance is said to be so sweet a Morsel_, _That Heaven reserves it for its proper Tast._[135]