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• First Health: The stomach (cramm’d from every difh,
e How pale, each worshipful and Reverend guest 75
f On morning wings how active springs the Mind
Afferat. c In primis valeas bene; nam variae res
f Alter, ubi dieto citius curata sopori Membra dedit, vegetus praescripta ad munia surgit. & Hic tamen ad melius poterit transcurrere quondam ; Sive diem feftum rediens advexerit annus,
& Not but we may exceed, some holy time,
85 Or tir'd in search of Truth, or search of Rhyme; Ill health some just indulgence may engage; And more the sickness of long life, Old Age ;
For fainting Age what cordial drop remains, If our intemperate Youth the vessel drains ?
i Our fathers prais'd rank Ven'son. You suppose, Perhaps, young men ! our fathers had no nose. Not so: a Buck was then a week's repast, And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last;
94 More pleas'd to keep it till their friends could come, Than eat the sweetest by themselves at home. k Why had not I in those good times my birth, Ere coxcomb pyes or coxcombs were on earth?
Unworthy he, the voice of Fame to hear; I That sweetest music to an honest ear ;
Seu recreare volet tenuatum corpus : ubique
i Rancidum aprum antiqui laudabant: non quia nasus Illis nullus erat! sed, credo, hac mente, quod hofpes Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam Integram edax dominus consumeret. k hos utinam inter Heroas natum tellus me prima tuliffet.
1 Das aliquid famae, quae carmine gratior aurein Occupet humanam ? grandes rhombi, patinaeque Grande ferunt una m cum damno dedecus, adde
(For 'faith, Lord Fanny! you are in the wrong,
well. P “ Right, cries his Lordship, for a rogue in need " To have a taste, is insolence indeed : “ In me 'tis noble, suits my birth and state, “ My wealth unwieldy, I and my heap too great." Then, like the Sun, let Bounty spread her ray, 11$ And shine that superfluity away. Oh Impudence of wealth! with all thy store, How dar'st thou let one worthy man be poor?
n Iratum patruum, vicinos, te tibi iniquum,
ip Jure, inquit, Trausius istis
Templa ruunt antiqui Deum ? cur improbe, carae
Shall half the r new-built churches round thee fall?
s Who thinks that fortune cannot change her mind, Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind. And + who stands safest ? tell me, is it he
125 That spreads and swells in puff d Prosperity, Or bleft with little, whose preventing care In peace provides fit arms against a war?
u Thus Bethel spoke, who always speaks his thought, And always thinks the very thing he ought: 130 His equal mind I copy what I can, And as I love, would imitate the Man. In South-sea days not happier, when surmis'd The Lord of thousands, than if now w Excis'd; In forest planted by a Father's hand,
135 Than in five acres now of rented land.
s o magnus pofthac inimicis risus: uterne
Content with little I can piddle here
140 'Tis true, no ? Turbots dignify my boards, But gudgeons, founders, what my Thames affords : To Hounslow-heath I point, and Bansted-down, Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my own : a From yon old walnut-tree a shower shall fall :
145 And grapes, long-lingering on my only wall, And figs from standard and espalier join ; The devil is in you if you cannot dine : Then b chearful healths (your Mistress shall have place) And, what's more rare, a Poet shall say Grace.
150 Fortune not much of humbling me can boast : Though double tax’d, how little have I loft!
Quidquam, praeter * olus fumosae cum pede pernae.
operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem
Saeviat atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus !. Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius, aut