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My Life’s amusements have been just the same, Before, and after < Standing Armies came. My lands are sold, my father's house is gone ; 155 I'll hire another's; is not that my own, And yours, my friends ? thro' whose free opening gate None comes too early, none departs too late; (For I, who hold fage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.) 160 • Pray heaven it last! (cries Swift!) as you go on; " I wish to God this house had been your own : “ Pity! to build, without a son or wife; “ Why, you'll enjoy it only all your
life.” Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one, 165 Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon ? What's d Property ? dear Swift! you see it alter From you to me, from me to c Peter Walter ; Or, in a mortgage, prove a Lawyer's share; Or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir;
170 Or in pure f equity (the case not clear) The Chancery takes your rents for twenty year : At best, it falls to some g ungracious son, Who cries, “ My father's damn'd, and all's my own."
O pueri, nituistis, ut huc o novus incola venit ?
Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford,
Nunc mihi, nunc alii, h quocirca vivite fortes,
TO LORD BOLINGBROKE.
Matures my present, and shall bound my last!
Sabbath of my days?
f A voice there is, that whispers in my ear, ('Tis Reason's voice, which sometimes one can hear) “ Friend Pope! be prudent, let your g Muse take
“ And never gallop Pegasus to death;
EPISTOL A I. RIMA diete mihi, summa dicende camena, PRIM
b Spectatum fatis, et donatum jam rude, quaeris, Maecenas, iterum antiquo me includere ludo. Non eadem est aetas, non mens.
c Veianius, armis d Herculis ad poftem fixis, latet abditus agro; Ne populum e extrema toties exoret arena.
f Eft mihi purgatam crebro qui personet aurem ; Solve & senescentem mature fanus equum, ne
“ Left ftiff, and stately, void of fire or force,
15 “ You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord Mayor's horse.”
Farewell then h Verse, and Love, and every Toy,
But alk not, to what I Doctors I apply?
30 Sometimes with Aristippus, or St. Paul, Indulge my candour, and grow all to all;
Peccet ad extremum ridendus, et ilia ducat.
hoc fum :
Back to my p native Moderation Nide,
9 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, 35
45 And which not done, the richest must be poor.
t Late as it is, I put myself to school, And feel some u comfort, not to be a fool. w Weak though I am of limb, and short of sight, Far from a. Lynx, and not a Giant quite :
Nunc in Aristippi p furtim praecepta relabor
9 Ut nox longa, quibus mentitur amica ; diefque
+ Reftat, ut his ego me ipfe regam u solerque elementis : w Non poslis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus ;