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Near fifty, and without a Wife,
I truft that Sinking Fund, my Life.
Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,
Shrink back to my Paternal Cell,
A little House, with Trees a-row,
And, like its Master, very low.
There dy'd my Father, no man's Debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worse nor better.
To set this matter full before ye,
Our old friend Swift will tell his Story.
« Harley, the nation's great support"
But you may read it, I stop short.
Inspice, si possum donata reponere laetus.
Parvum parva decent. mihi jam non regia Roma,
Sed vacuum Tibur placet, aut imbelle Tarentum.
Strenuus et fortis, caufifque Philippus agendis
The latter Part of SATIRE VI *.
O Charming Noons ! and Nights divine !
Or when I sup, or when I dine,
My Friends above, my Folks below,
Chatting and laughing all-a-row,
The Beans and Bacon set before 'em,
The Grace-cup serv'd with all decorum :
Each willing to be pleas’d, and please,
And even the very Dogs at ease !
Here no man prates of idle things,
How this or that Italian sings,
A Neighbour's Madness, or his Spouse's,
Or what's in either of the Houfes :
But something much more our concern,
And quite a scandal not to learn :
Which is the happier, or the wiser,
A man of Merit, or a Miser?
O noctes coenaeque Deûm ! quibus ipse meique,
Ante Larem proprium vescor, vernasque procaces
Pasco libatis dapibus : cum, ut cuique libido eft,
Siccat inaequales calices conviva, solutus
Legibus insanis : seu quis capit acria fortis
Pocula; seu modicis uvescit laetius. ergo
Sermo oritur, non de villis domibusve alienis,
Nec male necne Lepos faltet: fed quod magis ad nos.
Pertinet, et nescire malum est, agitamus; utrumne
See the first part in Swift's Poems.
Whether we ought to chuse our Friends,
For their own Worth, or our own Ends ?
What good, or better, we may call,
And what, the very best of all ?
Our Friend Dan Prior, told (you know)
A Tale extremely " à propos :"
Name a Town Life, and in a trice,
He had a Story of two Mice.
Once on a time (fo runs the Fable)
A Country Mouse, right hospitable,
Receiv'd a Town Mouse at his Board,
Just as a Farmer might a Lord.
A frugal Moufe, upon the whole,
Yet lov'd his Friend, and had a Soul,
Knew what was handsome, and would do't,
On juft occafion, “ coute qui coute,"
He brought him Bacon (nothing lean)
Pudding, that might have pleas'd a Dean ;
Divitiis homines, an fint virtute beati :
Quidve ad amicitias, usus re&umne, trahat nos :
quae fit natura boni, fummumque quid ejus.
Cervius haec inter vicinus garrit aniles
Ex re fabellas. fi quis nam laudat Arelli
Solicitas ignarus opes; fic incipit : Olim
Rusticus urbanum murem mus paupere fertur
Accepisse cavo, veterem vetus hofpes amicum;
Afper, et attentus quaefitis; ut tamen aretum
Solveret hofpitiis animum, quid multa ? neque illi
Sepositi ciceris, nec longae invidit avenae :
Cheese, such as men in Suffolk make,
But with'd it Stilton for his fake;
Yet, to his Guest though no way sparing,
He eat himself the rind and paring.
170 Our Courtier scarce could touch a bit, But show'd his Breeding and his Wit; He did his best to seem to eat, And cry'd, “ I vow you're mighty neat. “ But Lord, my Friend, this favage Scene ! 175 “ For God's sake, come, and live with Men : “ Consider, Mice, like Men, must die; “ Both small and great, both you and I: “ Then spend your life in Joy and Sport, “ (This doctrine, Friend, I learn’d at Court:)" 180
The veriest Hermit in the Nation
May yield, God knows, to strong temptation.
Aridum et ore ferens acinum, femesaque lardi
Frusta dedit, cupiens varia fastidia coena
Vincere tangentis male fingula dente superbo :
Cum pater ipfe domus palea porrectus in hörna
Effet ador loliumque, dapis meliora relinquens.
Tandem urbanus ad hunc, Quid te juvat, inquit, amice.
Praerupti nemoris patientem vivere dorso ?
Vin' tu homines urbemque feris praeponere sylvis ?
Carpe viam (mihi crede) comes : terrestria quando
Mortales animas vivunt fortita, neque ulla est,
Aut magno aut parvo, leti fuga. quo, bone, circa,
Dum licet, in rebus jucundis vive beatus :
Vive memor quam fis aevi brevis. Haec ubi dicta
Away they came, through thick and thin,
To a tall house near Lincoln's-Inn :
('Twas on the night of a Debate,
When all their Lordships had fate late.)
Behold the place, where if a Poet
Shin’d in Description, he might show it;
Tell how the Moon-beam tren ing falls,
And tips with Silver all the walls;
Palladian walls, Venetian doors,
Grotesco roofs, and Stucco floors :
But let it (in a word) be said,
The Moon was up, and Men a-bed,
The Napkin 's white, the Carpet red:
The Guests withdrawn had left the Treat,
And down the Mice fate, “ tête à tête."
Our Courtier walks from difh to dish,
Tastes for his Friend of Fowl and Fish;
Tells all their names, lays down the law,
" Que ça eft bon! Ah goutez ça !
Agrestem pepulere, domo levis exsilit: inde
Ambo propofitum peragunt iter, urbis aventes
Moenia nocturni subrepere. jamque tenebat
Nox medium coeli spatium, cum ponit uterque
In locuplete domo vestigia : rubro 'ubi cocco
Tineta super lectos canderet vestis eburnos ;
Multaque de magna superessent fercula coena,
Quae procul exstructis inerant hesterna canistris.
Ergo ubi purpurea porrectum in veste locavit
Agrestem ; veluti succinctus cursitat hofpes,