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You said the same ; and are you discontent
and old Had dearly earn'd a little purse of gold : Tir'd with a tedious march, one luckless night, 35 He slept, poor dog! and lost it, to a doit. This
put the man in such a defperate mind, Between revenge, and grief, and hunger join'd, Against the foe, himself, and all mankind, He leap'd the trenches, scald a Castle-wall, Tore down a Standard, took the Fort and all. “ Prodigious well ;" his great Commander cry'd, Gave him much praise, and some reward beside. Next, pleas’d his Excellence a town to batter (Its name I know not, and ’tis no great matter); 45
Jurgares ad te quod epistola nulla veniret.
e Luculli miles collecta viatica multis
“Go on, my Friend, (he cry'd) see yonder walls !
f Bred up at home, full early I begun
$$ (And little sure imported to remove, To hunt for Truth in Maudlin's learned grove.) But knottier points we knew not half so well, Depriv'd us foon of our paternal Cell;
Forte sub hoc tempus castellum evertere praetor
f Romae nutriri mihi contigit, atque doceri,
And certain Laws, by fufferers thought unjust, 60
70 If I would scribble, rather than repose.
8 Years following years, steal fomething every day, At last thev steal us from ourselves away; In one our Frolics, one Amusements end, In one a Mistress drops, in one a Friend :
75 This subtle Thief of life, this paltry Time, What will it leave me, if it snatch my rhyme ? If every wheel of that unweary'd Mill, That turn'd ten thousand verses, now stands still?
Unde simul primum me demisere Philippi,
expurgare cicutae, Ni melius dormire putem, quam scribere versus ?
& Singula de nobis anni praedantur euntes; Eripuere jocos, venerem, convivia, ludum; Tendunt extorquere poemata. quid faciam vis ?
h But after all, what would you have me do? 80 When out of twenty I can please not two; When this Heroics only deigns to praise, Sharp Satire that, and that Pindaric lays ? One likes the Pheasant's wing, and one the leg; The vulgar boil, the learned roast an egg. Hard talk! to hit the palate of such guests, When Oldfield loves, what Dartineuf detests.
i But grant I may relapfe, for want of grace, Again to rhyme: can London be the place? Who there his Mufe, or self, or foul attends,
90 In crouds, and courts, law, bufinefs, feasts, and friends ? My counsel sends to execute a deed : A Poet begs me I will hear him read : In Palace-yard at nine you'll find me thereAt ten for certain, Sir, in Bloomsbury square- 95 Before the Lords at twelve my Cause comes on There's a Rehearsal, Sir, exact at one.
A Denique non omnes eadem mirantur amantque.
diffentire videntur, Poscentes vario multum diversa palato. Quid dem ? quid non dem ? renuis quod tu, jubet alter : Quod petis, id fane est invisum acidumque duobus.
i Praeter caetera me Romaene poemata censes Scribere posse, inter tot curas totque
labores ? Hic fponsum vocat, hic auditum scripta, relietis Omnibus officiis : cubat hic in colle Quirini,
« Oh but a Wit can ftudy in the streets,
105 And Peers give way, exalted as they are, Ev'n to their own S-r-v-nce in a Car ?
k Go, lofty Poet! and in such a croud, Sing thy sonorous verse-but not aloud. Alas! to Grottoes and to Groves we run, To ease and silence, every Muse's son : Blackmore himself, for any grand effort, Would drink and doze at Tooting or Earl's-Court. How shall I rhyme in this eternal roar? How match the bards whom none e'er match'd before ?
Hic extremo in Aventino; visendus uterque.