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Sir Job & fail'd forth, the evening bright and still, “ No place on earth (he cry’d) like Greenwich hill !"

Up starts a Palace, lo, th' obedient base 140 Slopes at its foot, the woods its fides embrace, The silver Thames reflects its marble face. Now let some whimsey, or that Devil within Which guides all those who know not what they mean, But give the Knight (or give his Lady) spleen; 145 “ Away, away ! take all your scaffolds down, For Snug's the word : My dear! we'll live in Town.”

At amorous Flavio is the k stocking thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. I The Fool, whose Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter, For matrimonial solace dies a martyr. Did ever m Proteus, Merlin, any witch, Transform themselves so strangely as the Rich?

They change their weekly Barber, weekly News, 155 Prefer a new Japanner, to their fhoes.

Discharge

& Nullus in orbe finus Baiis praelucet amoenis, Si dixit dives ; h lacus et mare sentit amorem Festinantis heri : cui fi i vitiosa libido Fecerit auspicium; cras ferramenta Teanum Tolletis, fabri. k lectus genialis in aula est ? Nil ait esse prius, melius nil coelibe vita : 1 Si non eft, jurat bene folis esse maritis.

m Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? Quid pauper? ride; mutat coenacula, lectos,

Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and run
(They know not whither) in a Chaife and one ;
They p hire their sculler, and when once aboard,
Grow fick, and damn the climate-like a Lord. 160

9 You laugh, half Beau, half Sloven if I stand,
My wig all powder, and all snuff my band;
You laugh, if coat and breeches strangely vary,
White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary!
But when " no Prelate's Lawn with hair-thirt lind, 165
Is half so incoherent as my Mind,
When (each opinion with the next at strife,
One s ebb and flow of Follies all my life)
I t plant, root up; I build, and then confound;
Turn round to square, and square again to round; 170
u You never change one muscle of your face,
You think this Madness but a common case,
Nor w once to Chancery, nor to Hale apply;
Yet hang your lip, to see a Seam awry !

Careless

Balnea, P tonsores; conducto navigio aeque
Nauseat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis.

9 Si curatus inaequali tonsore capillos
Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula pexae
Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar;
Rides. quid, ' mea cum pugnat fententia fecum ;
Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omist;
* Aeftuat, et vitae disconvenit ordine toto;
' Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ?
u Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides,
Nec w medici credis, nec curatoris egere

Careless how ill I with myself agree,

175 Kind to my drefs, my figure, not to Me. Is this my « Guide, Philosopher, and Friend ? This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend; Who ought to make me, (what he can, or none) That Man divine whom Wisdom calls her own ; 180 Great without Title, without Fortune bless’d; Rich Y ev'n when plunder’d, 7 honour'd while opprefs'd; Lov'd c without youth, and follow'd without power; At home, though exild, b free, though in the Tower; In short, that reasoning, high, immortal Thing, 185 Just c less than Jove, and d much above a King, Nay, half in heaven- except (what's mighty odd) A fit of Vapours clouds this Demy-god!

A praetore dati; rerum * tutela mearum
Cum sis, et prave feétum ftomacheris ob unguem,
De te pendentis, te respicientis amici.

Ad fummam, fapiens uno c minor est Jove, y dives, b Liber, 2 honoratus, a pulcher, d rex denique regum; Praecipue fanus, e nisi cum pituita molcfa eft.

BOOK

BOOK 1.

EPISTLE VI.

TO MR. MURRAY.

THIS Piece is the most finished of all his imitations,

and executed in the high manner the Italian Painters call Con Amore. By which they mean, the exertion of that principle, which puts the faculties on the ftretch, and produces the supreme degree of excellence, For the Poet had all the warmth of affection for the great Lawyer to whom it is addressed: and, indeed, no man ever more deserved to have a Poet for his Friends In the obtaining of which, as neither Vanity, Party, nor Fear, had any fare: fo he supported his title to it by all the offices of true Friendship. NOT to admire, is all the Art I know,

To make men happy, and to keep them so." (Plain Truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flowers of speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.)

b This Vault of Air, this congregated Ball, Self-center'd Sun, and Stars that rife and fall,

There

E P I S T O L A

VI.

N

IL admirari, prope res est una, Numici,

Solaque quae poffit facere et fervare beatum. b Hunc folem, et ftellas, et decedentia, certis

IO

There are, my Friend! whose philosophic eyes
Look through and trust the Ruler with his skies,
To him commit the hour, the day, the year,
And view c this dreadful All without a fear.

Admire we then what d Earth's low entrails hold,
Arabian shores, or Indian feas infold;
All the mad trade of e Fools and Slaves for Gold?
Or f Popularity? or Stars and Strings ?
The Mob's applauses, or the gifts of Kings ? IS
Say with what s eyes we ought at Courts to gaze,
And

pay the Great our homage of Amaze ? If weak the be pleasure that from these can spring, The fear to want them is as weak a thing : Whether we dread, or whether we desire, In either case, believe me, we admire; Whether we i joy or grieve, the farise the curse, Surpriz’d at better, or surpriz'd at worse. Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray Th' unbalanc'd Mind, and snatch the Man away ; 25

For

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Tempora momentis, sunt qui c formidine nulla
Imbuti fpectent. d quid censes, munera terrae ?
Quid, maris extremos Arabas e ditantis et Indos?
Ludicra, quid, plausus, et amici dona Quiritis ?
Quo fpectanda modo, & quo sensu credis et ore?

b Qui tiinet his adversa, fere miratur eodem Quo cupiens pacto : pavor eft utrobique molefus : Improvisa fimul species exterret utrumque : i Gaudeat, an doleat; cupiat metuatne; quid ad rem,

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