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TO MR. BETHEL.
And I not strip the gilding off a knave,
BOOK II. SATIRE II.
What, and how great, the virtue and the art Shall walk the world in credit, to his grave.
To live on little with a cheerful heart; 2 To Virtue only and her friends a friend,
(A doctrine sage, but truly none of mine) The world beside may murmur or commend.
Let's talk, my friends, but talk 'before we dine. Know, all the distant din that world can keep,
Not when a giit buffet's reflected pride Rulls o'er my grotto, and but sooths my sleep.
Turns you from sound philosophy aside ; 3 There, my retreat the best companions grace,
Not when from plate to plate your eye-balls roll, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place.
And the brain dances to the mantling bowl. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl
Hear Bethel's sermon, one not vers'd in schools, The feast of reason and the flow of soul :
But strong in sense, and wise without the rules. And he, whose lightning pierc'd th' Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines ; Then scorn a homely dinner, if you can.
6 Go work, hunt, exercise! (he thus began) Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain,
? Your wine lock'd up, your butler strolld abroad, Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain.
Or fish deny'd (the river yet unthaw']), * Envy must own, I live among the great,
If then plain bread and milk will do the feat, No pimp of pleasure, and no spy of state ;
The pleasure lies in you, and not the meat. With eyes that pry not, tongue that ne'er repeats;
& Preach as I please, I doubt our curious men Fond to spread friendships, but to cover heats;
Will chuse a pheasant still before a hen; To help who want, to forward who excel;
Yet hens of Guinea full as gooil I hold, This, all who know me, know; who love me, tell ;
Except you eat the feathers green and gold. And who unknown defame ine, let them be
Of carps and mullets why prefer the great, Scribblers or peers, alike are mob to me.
(Though cut in pieces ere my lord can eat) This is my plea, on this I rest my cause Yet for small turbots such esteein profess? "What saith my council, learned in the laws ?
Because God made these large, the other less.
' Quæ virtus et quanta, boni, sit vivere parvo, ? Consult the statute, “ quart." I think, it is,
(Nec mens hic sermo: sed qua præcepit Ofellus, “ Edwardi sext.” or “ prim. et quint. Eliz.”
Rusticus, 'abnorinis sapiens, crassaque Minerva) See libels, satires-here you have it-read.
Discite, non inter lances mensasque nitentes; P. & Libels and satires ! lawless things indeed !
Cum stupet in anis acies fulgoribus, et cum Bait grave epistles, bringing vice to light,
Acclinis falsis animus meliora recusat: Such as a king might read, a bishop write,
5 Verum hic impransi mecum disquirite. Cur hoc? Such as sir Robert would approvem
Dicam, si potero, male verum examinat omnis
Corruptus judex. Leporum sectatus, equove The case is alter'd—you may then proceed ;
Lassus ab indoinito; vel (si Romana fatigat ? in such a case the plaintiff' will be hissid,
Militia assuetum grærari) seu pila velox, My lords the judges laugh, and you're dismiss'd.
Molliter austerum studio fallente laborem ; Detrahere et pellem, nitidus qua quisque per ora Seu te discus agit, pete cedentem aëra disco : Cederet, introrsum turpis ; num Lelius, aut qui Cum labor extulerit fastidia ; siccus, inanis, Duxit ab oppressa meritum Carthagine nomen, Sperne cibum vilem : visi Hymettia mella Falerno, Ingenio offensi? aut læso doluere Metello, Ne biberis, diluta. ? foris est promus, et atrum Famosisque lupo cooperto versibus ? atqui Defendens pisces hiemat mare: cum sale panis Primores populi arripuit, populumque tributim; Latrantem stomachum bene leniet, unde putas, aut Scilicet ? uni æquus virtuti atque ejus amicis. Qui partum ? non in caro nidore voluptas
Quin ubi se a vulgo et scena in secreta remorant Summa, sed in teipso est. tu pulmentaria quære Virtus Scipiadæ et mitis sapientia Læli,
Sudando. pinguein vitiis albumque neque ostrea, Nugari cum illo, et discincti ludere, donec Nec scarus, aut poterit peregrina juvare lagois. Decoqueretur olus, soliti.
• Vix tamen eripiam, posito pavone, velis quin Quidquid sum ego, quamvis Hoc potius quain gallina tergere palatum? Infra Lucili censuin, ingeniumque; tamen me Corruptus vanis rerum : quia vencat auro "Cum magnis vixisse invita fatebitur usque Rara avis, et picta pandat spectacula cauda : [ista, Invidia ; et fragili quærens illidere dentem, Tamquam ad rem attineat quidquam. Num vesceris Offendet solido:
Quam laudas, pluma? coctove num adest honor nisi quid tu, docte Trebati,
Carnc tamen quamvis distat nihil hac, magis illa ; T. • Equidem nihil hinc diffingere possum. Imparibus formis deceptum te patet, esto. Sed tamen ut monitus careas, ne forte negotî Finde datum sentis, lupus hic, Tiberinus, an alto Incutiat tibi quid sanctarum inscitia legum: Captus hiet ? pontesne inter jactatus, an amnis
“ ? Si mala condiderit in quem quis carmina, jus Ostia sub Tusci ? ' laudas, insane, trilibrem Julliciumque."
[est Mullum; in singula quein minuas pulmenta necesse H. Esto si quis & mala : sed bona si quis Ducit te species, video. quo partinct ergo [est. Judice condiderit laudatur Civsare. si quis Proceros olisse lupos ? quia scilicet illis Opprobriis dignum laceraverit, integer ipse. Majorem Natura modum dedit, bis breve ponduso T. Solventur risu tabule : tu missus abibis. Jejunus raro stoniachus vulgaria temuit.
Oldfield with more than harpy throat endued, Nor lets, like 'Nævius, every ertour pass,
(Thus said our friend, and what he said I sivg) By what criterion do you eat, d’ye think,
First Health : The stomach (cramm’d from every If this is priz'd for sweetness, that for stink? A tomb of boil'd and roast, and Hesh and fish, [dish, When the tir'd glutton labours through a treat, Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar, He finds no relish in the sweetest meat,
And all the man is one intestine war) He calls for something bitter, something sour,
Remembers oft * the schoolboy's simple fare, And the rich feast concludes extremely poor : The temperate sleeps, and spirits light as air. *Cheap eggs, and herbs, and olives, still we see; How pale, each worshipful and reverend guest Thus much is left of old simplicity!
Rise from a clergy, or a city feast ! * The robin-red-breast till of late had rest,
What life in all that ample body, say? And children sacred held a martin's nest,
What heavenly particle inspires the clay?
The soul subsides, and wickedly inclines
* On morning wings how active springs the mind I'll have a party at the Bedford-head;
That leaves the load of yesterday behind !
How coming to the poet every Muse !
Or tir'd in search of truth, or search of rhyme ; Between excess and famine lies a mean,
Il health soine just indulgence may engage; Plain, but not sordid ; though not splendid, clean. And more the sickness of long life, old age ; ? Avidien, or his wife, (no matter which,
• For fainting age what cordial drop remains, For himn you'll call a 6 dog, and her a bitch) If our intemperate youth the vessel drains ? Sell their presented partridges and fruits,
· Our fathers prais'd rank ven’son. You suppose, And humbly live on rabbits, and on roots : Perhaps, young men ! our fathers had no nose. . One half-pint bottle serves them both to dine, Not so: a buck was then a week's repast, And is at once their vinegar and wine.
And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last; But on some 1° lucky day (as when they found More pleas'd to keep it till their friends could come, A lost Bank bill, or heard their son was drown’d), Than eat the sweetest by themselves at home. At sich a feast, " old vinegar to spare,
10 Why had not I in those good times my birth, Is what two souls so generous cannot bear:
Ere coxcomb pyes or coxcombs were on Earth? Oil, though it stink, they drop by drop impart, Unworthy he, the voice of Fame to hear, But sowse the cabbage with a bounteous heart. 11 That sweetest music to an honest ear;
12 He knows to live, who keeps the middle state, (For 'faith lord Fanny! you are in the wrong, And neither leans on this side, nor on that;
The world's good word is better than a song) Nor'stops, for one bad cork, his butler's pay, Who has not learn'd," fresh sturgeon and ham-pye Swears, like Albutius, a good cook away;
Are no rewards for want and infamy! 1
Porrectum magno magnum spectare catino Sævus erit : nec sic ut simplex ' Nævius, unctam Vellem, ait Harpyiis gula digna rapacibus. At vos, Convivis præbebit aquam: vitium hoc quoque * Præsentes Austri, coquite horum opsunia ; quam
2 Accipe nunc, victus tenuis quæ quantaque secum Putet aper rhombusque recens, mala copia quando Afferat. In primis valeas bene; nam variæ res Ægrum sollicitat stomachum ; cum rapula plenus
Ut noceant homini, credas, memor illius escæ, Atque acidas mavult inulas. 'necdum omnis abacta Quæ simplex olim,* tibi sederit. at simul assis Pauperies epulis regum: nam vilibus ovis Miscueris elixa, simul conchylia turdis; Nigrisque est oleis hodie locus. Haud ita pridem Dulcia se in bilem vertent, stomachoque tumultung Galloni præconis erat accipensere mensa
Lenta feret pituita. Vides, ut pallidus omnis Infamis. quid ? tum rhombus minus æquora alebant? Cæna desurgat dubia ? quin corpus onustum * Tutus erat rhombus, tutoque ciconia nido, Hesternis vitiis animum quoque prægravat una, Donec vos auctor docuit prætorius. ergo
Atque affigit humo divinæ particulam aura. "Si quis nunc mergos suaves edixerit assos,
6 Alter, ubi dicto citius curata sopori Parebit parvi docilis Romana juventus.
Membra dedit, vegetus præscripta ad munia surgit. 6 Surdidus a tenui victus distabit, Ofello : Hic tamen ad melius poterit transcurrere quondam; Judice: nam frustra vitium vitaveris istud,
Sive diem festum rediens advexerit annus, Si te alio pravus detorseris. ' Avidienus,
Seu recreare volet tenuatum corpus : ubique Cui Canis ex vero ductum cognomen adhæret, Accedent anni, et tractari mollius ætas Quinquennes oleas est, et sylvestria corna ; Imbecilla volet. • Tibi quidnam accedet ad istam, Ac, nisi mutatum, parcit defundere vinum; et Quam puer et validus præsumis, mollitiem; seu Cujus odorem olei nequeas perferre (licebit Dura valetudo inciderit, seu tarda senectus? (nasus Ille repotia, natales, aliosque dierum
Rancidum aprum antiqui laudabant: non quia 19 Pestos albatus celebret) cornu ipse bilibri Illis nullus erat; sed, credo, hac mente, quod hospes Caulibus instillat, " veteris non parcus aceti. Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam
Quali igitur victii sapiens utetur, et horum Integram edax dominus consuineret, 10 hos utinam l'trum imitabitur? hac urget lupus, hac canis, aiunt, Heroas natum tellus me prima tulisset. (inter » Mundus erit, qua non otiendat sordibus, atque " Das aliquid famæ, quae carmine gratior aurem In nentram partem cultus miser. "Hic neque servis Occupet humanam ? grandes rhombi, patinæque Albuti senis exemplo, dum munja didit,
Grande feruut una " cum damno dedecus. adde
When Luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf,
And figs from standard and espalier join ; Curs'd be thy 'neighbours, thy trustees, thyself, The devil is in you if you cannot dine: (place) To friends, to fortune, to mankind a shame, Then 'chearful healths, (your mistress shall have Think how posterity will treat thy name;
And, what's more rare, a poet shall say grace. And a buy a rope, that future times may tell Fortune not much of humbling me can boast: Thou hast at least bestow'd one penny well. Though double tax'd, how little have I lost!
Right,” cries his lordship, “ for a rogue in My life's amusements have been just the same, To have a taste, is insolence indeed: (need Before, and after standing armies came. In me 'tis noble, suits my birth and state,
My lands are sold, my father's house is gone ; My wealth unwieldy“, and my heap too great."
l'll hire another's : is not that my own, (gate Then, like the Sun, Jet bounty spread her ray, And yours, my friends? through whose free opening And shine that superfluity away.
None comes too carly, none departs too late ; Oh impudence of wealth! with all thy store, (For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, How dar'st thou lét one worthy man be poor? Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.) Shall half the 'new-built churches round thee fall > Pray Heaven it last !” (cries Swift) “as you go on: Make keys, build bridges, or repair Whitehall: I wish to God this house had been your own : Or to thy country let that heap be lent,
Pity! to build, without a son or wife; As M**o's was, but not at five per cent. [mind, Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life.”
5 Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one, Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind.
Whether the name belong to Pope or Veron? And who stands safest ? tell me, is it he
“What's property," dear Swift,“
you sec it alter That spreads and swells in puff'd prosperity, From you to me, from me to * Peter Walter; Or blest with little, whose preventing care
Or, in a mortgage, prove a lawyer's share; In peace provides fit arms against a war? (thought, or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir ;
Thus Bethel spoke, who always speaks his Or in pure' equity (the case not clear) And always thinks the very thing he ought: The Chancery takes your rents for twenty year: His equal mind I copy what I can,
At best, it falls to some ungracious son, (own." And as I love, would imitate the man.
Who cries, “ My father's damn'd, and ali's my In South-Sea days not happier, when surmis'd * Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford, The lord of thousands, than if now & excis'd; Become the portion of a booby lord ; In forest planted by a father's hand,
And Hemsley, once proud Buckingham's delight, Than in fire acres now of rented land.
Slides to a scrivener, or a city knight. Content with little I can piddle here
8 Let lands and houses have what lords they will, On 'brocoli and mutton, round the year;
Let us be fix'd, and our own masters still.
BOOK I. EPISTLE I.
Matures my present, and shall bound my last!
Why? will you break the sabbath of my days? 'Iratum patruum, vicinos, te tibi iniquum,
Now sick alike of envy and of aise. Et frustra mortis cupidum, cum deerit egenti a As, laquei pretium.
Sed pullo atque hædo: tum 'pensilis uva secundas 3 Jure, inquit, Trausius istis
Et nux ornabat meusas, cum duplice ficu. Jugatur verbis : ego vectigalia magna,
Post hoc ludus erat 2 cuppa potare magistra : Divitiasque habeo tribus amplas rezibus. * Ergo,
Ac venerata Ceres, ita culmo surgeret alto,
Sæviat atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus ! * Templa ruunt antiqui Deûm? cur improbe, caræ Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius, Non aliquid patriæ tanto emetiris acervo ?
aut vos, Uni nimirum tibi recti semper erunt res?
pueri, nitnistis, ut huc snovus incola venit? •O magu's posthac inimi is risus ! utume
Nam * propriæ telluris herum natura neque illum, Ad casus dubios fidet sibi certius? hic, qui
Nec me, nec quemquam statuit. nos expulit ille ; Pluribus assuerit mentem corpusque superbum; Illum aut ' ncquities aut vafri inscitia juris, An qui contentus parvo metniensque futuri, Postremuin expellet certe vivacior bæres. In pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello?
Nunc ager Umbreni sub nomine, nuper Ofelli 8 Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus | Dictus erat: nulli proprius; sed cedit in usum Integris opibus novi non latius usim, [Ofellum Nunc mihi, nunc alii. & quocirca vivite fortes, Quam nunc ' accisis. Videas, metato in agello, Fortiaque adversis opponite pectora rebus. Cum pecore et gnatis, fortem mercele colonum, Non ego, narrantem, tenese cdi luce profesta
EPISTOLA I. Quidquam, præter "olus fumosæ com pede pernæ. Ac mihiseu - longum post teinpus venerat hospes, Prima dicte mihi, summa dicende camena, Sive per'ım vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem ? Sprctatum satis, et donatum jam rude, quæris, Vicinus: bene erat, non da piscibus urbe petitis, Mæcenas, iterum antiquo me includere ludo.
TO LORD BOLINGBROKE.
Public too long, Ah, let me hide my age!
! Late as it is, I put myself to school, See modest ' Cibber now has left the stage:
And feel some comfort, not to be a fool. Our generals now, ? retir'd to their estates,
3 Weak though I am of limb, and short of sight, Hang their old trophies o'er the garden gates, Far from a lynx and not a giant quite : In life's cool evening satiate of applause,
I'll do what Mead and Cheselden advise, Nor ' fond of bleeding, ev'n in Brunswick's cause. To keep these limbs, and to preserve these eyer.
• A voice there is, that whispers in my ear, Not to go back, is somewbat to advance, ('Tis Reason's voice, which sometimes one can And men must walk at least before they'dance. hear)
Say, does thy' blood rebel, thy bosom move “ Friend Pope! be prudent, let your Muse take With wretched avarice, or as wretched love? And never gallop Pegasus to ih ath; [breath, Know, there are worlds, and spells, which can Lest stiff, and stately, void of fire or force, 6 Between the lits this fever of the soul: [control You limp like Blackmore, on a lord mayor's horse.” Know there are rhymes, which ’ fresh and fresh
Farewell then verse, and love, and every toy, Will cure the arrant'st puppy of his pride. (apply'd The rhymes and rattles of the man or boy; Be & furious, envious, slothful, mad, or drunk, What’ right, what true, what fit we justly call, Slave to a wife, or vassal to a punk, Let this be all my care--for this is all :
A Switz, a High-dutch, or a Low-dutch 10 bear; To lay this 'barvest up, and hoard with haste, All that we ask is but a patient car. What every day will want ; and most, the last. n 'Tis the first virtue, vices to abbor; But ask not, to what a doctors I apply?
And the tirst wisdom, to be fool no more. Sworn to no master, of no sect am I:
But to the world no 12 bugbear is so great, As drives the storm, at any door I knock,
As want of figure, and a small estate. And house with Montagne now, or now with Locke: To either India see the merchant fly, Sometimes a * patriot, active in debate,
Scar'd at the spectre of pale Poverty ! Mix with the world, and battle for the state, See him, with pains of body, pangs of soul, Free as young Lyttleton, her cause pursue, Burn through the tropic, freeze bencath the pole ! Still true to Virtue, " and as warın as true:
Wilt thou do nothing for a nobler end, Some times with Aristippus, or St. Paul,
Nothing to make philosophy thy friend? Indulge my candour, and grow all to all;
To stop thy foolish views, thy long desires, Back to my "2 native moderation slide,
ease thy heart of all that it admires ? And wia my way by yielding to the tide.
14 Here Wisdom calls : 15“ Scek virtue first, be bold ! 13 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, | As gold to silver, virtue is to gold.” Long as the night to her whose love's away,
There, London's voice, 16 “Get money, money still! Long as the year's dull circle seems to run,
And then let Virtue follow, if she will." When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one;
This, this the saving doctrine, preach'd to all, So slow th' 1* unprofitable moments roll,
From " low St. James's up to high St. Paul! That lock up all the functions of my soul;
From him whose 18 quills stand quiver'd at his ear, That keep me from myself; and still delay
To him who notches sticks at Westminster.
"Restat, ut his ego me ipse regam solerque The eldest is a fool, the youngest wise :
elementis : Which done, the poorest can no wants endure; 3 Non possis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus; And which not done, the richest inust be poor. Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus inungi:
Nec, quia desperes invicti membra Glyconis,
Nodosa corpus nolis prohibere chiragra, Non eadem est ætas, non mens. Veianius, armis Est quadam prodire * tenus, si non datur ultra. * Herculis ad postem fixis, latet abditus agro; 5 Fervet avaritia, miseroque cupidine pectus? Ne populum 'extrema toties exoret arena.
Sunt verba et voces, quibus hunc lenire dolorem * Est mihi purgatam crebro qui personet aurem; Possis, et magnam morbi deponere partem. Solve' senescentem mature sanus equum, ne Laudis amore tumes ? sunt 'certa piacula, quæ te Peccet ad extremum ridendus, et ilia ducat. Ter pure lecto poterunt recreare libello. Nunc itaque et "versus, et cætera ludicra pono: a Invidus, iracundus, iners, vinosus, ' amator; Quid 'verum atque decens, curo et rogo, et omnis Nemo 1 adeo ferus est, ut non mitescere possit, in hoc sum :
Si modo culturæ patientem commodet aurem. • Condo, et compono, quæ mox depromere possim. 11 Virtus est, vitium fugere; et sapientia prima, Ac ne forte roges, 'quo me duce, quo Lare tuter: Stultitia caruisse. vides, quæ '2 maxima credis Nullius addictus jurare in verba magistri,
Esse mala, exiguum censum, turpemque repulsam, 10 Quo me cunque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes. Quanto devites animi capitisque labore. Nunc agilis fio, et mersor " civilibus undis,
Impiger extremos curris mercator ad Indos, Virtutis veræ custos, 12 rigidusque satelles:
mare pauperiem fugiens, per saxa, per ignes: Nunc in Aristippi ") furtim præcepta relabor,
ea, quæ stulte miraris et optas, Et mihi res, non me rebus, subjungere conor. Discere, et audire, et meliori credere non vis ?
1* Ut nox longa, quibus mentitur amnica ; diesque quis circum payos et cireum compita pugnax Lenta videtur opus debentibus: ut piger annus Magna coronari contemnat Olympia, cui spes, Pupillis, quos dura premit custodia inatrum: Cui sit conditio dulcis sine pulvere palmæ? Sic mibi tarla's Huunt ingrataque tempora, quæ “is Vilius arg-ntorn est auro, virtutibus anrum. spem
1) cives, cives! qurren la pecunia primum est; Consiliumque morantur agendi gnaviter id, quod Virtus pot nuomo ;' hr!? Janns summus ab iino que pauperibus prodest, locupletibus æque, Producer: bae rrinunt ja enes dictata senesque, Æque neglectum pueris senibusyoe noc. bit. 12 Luvu suspensi locuios tabulaniquc lacerto.
Bernard in spirit, sense, and truth abounds; Some 'with fat bucks on childless dotards fast; “ Pray then, what wants he?" fourscore thousand Some win rich widows by their chine and brawn; A pension, or such harness for a slave (pounds? While with the silent growth of ten per cent, As Bug now has, and Dorimant would have. In dirt and darkness, 2 hundreds stink content. Barnard, thou art a ' cit with all thy worth;
Of all these ways, if each 'pursues his own, But Bug and D*I, their Honours, and so forth. Satire, be kind, and let the wretch alone :
Yet every child another song will sing, But show me one who has it in his power “ Virtue, brave boys! 'tis virtue makes a king.” To act consistent with himself an hour. True, conscious honour, is to feel no sin,
Sir Job - sail'd forth, the evening bright and still, He's arm'd without that's innocent within; “ No place on Fartb (he cry'd) like Greenwich Be this thy * screen, and this thy wall of brass; Up starts a palave, lo, th' obedient base (hill!» Compar'd to this, a minister's an ass.
Slopes at its foot, the woods its sides embrace, And say, to which shall our applause belong, The silver Thames reflect its marble face. This new court-jargon, or the good old song? Now let some whimsey, or that Devil within The modern language of corrupted peers,
Which guides all those who know not what they Or what was spoke at Cressy or Poitiers?
mean, 'Who counsels best? who whispers, “ Be but great, But give the knight (or give his lady) spleen; With praise or infamy leave that to Fate;
Away, away! take all your scaffolds down, Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; For snug's the word : my dear we'll live in town." If not, by any means, get wealth and place.” At amorous Flavio is the stocking thrown? For what? to have a ' box where eunuchs sing, That very night he longs to lie alone. And foremost in the circle eye a king.
• 'The fool whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter, Or' he, who bids thee face with steady view For matrimonial solace djes a inartyr. Proud Fortune, and look shallow Greatness through: Did ever · Proteus, Merlin, any witch, And, 10 while he bids thee, sets th' example too? Transform themselves so strangely as the rich ? If " such a doctrine, in St. James's air,
Well, but the poor—The poor have the same itch; Should chance to make the well-drest rabble stare; They change their "I weekly barber, weekly news, In honest S*z take scandal at a spark,
Prefer a new japanner, to their shoes; That less admires the 12 palace than the park : Discharge their garrets, move their beds, and run Faith I shall give the answer 13 Reynard gave: (They know not whither) in a chaisc and one; “ I cannot like, dread sire, your royal cave ; They 12 hire their sculler, and when once aboard, Because I see, by all the tracks about,
Grow sick, and dain the climate--like a lord. Full many a beast goes in, but none come out.” 15 Yon laugh, half-beau, half-sloven if I stand, Adieu to Virtue, if you're once a slave :
My wig all powder, and all snuff my band ; Send her to court, you send her to her grave.
Yon langh, if coat and breeches strangely vary, Well, if a king's a lion, at the least
White gloves, and linen worthy lady Mary! 'The "* people are a many-headed beast :
But when ? no prelate's lawn, with hair-shirt lin'd, Can they direct what measures to pursue,
Is half so incoherent as my mind, Who know themselves so little what to do?
When (each opinion with the next at strife, Alike in nothing but one lust of gold,
One 15 ebb and How of follies all my life) Just half the land would buy, and balf be sold : 116 plantroot up; I build and then confound; Their "country's wealth our mightier misers drain, Turn round to square, and square again to round; Or cross, to plunder provinces, the main ;
17 You never change one muscle of your face, The rest, some farın the poor-box, some the pews; You think this madness but a common case, Some keep assemblies, and would keep the stews;
Crustis et pomis viduas venentur avaras, Est' animus tibi, sunt mores, est lingua, fides. Excipiantque senes, quos in vivaria mittant : que ;
Multis occulto crescit res fenore. 3 verum Sed quadringentis sex septem millia desint. Esto, aliis alios rebus studiisque teneri : 2 Plebs eris. 'at pueri ludentes, rex eris, aiunt, lidem eadem possunt horam durare probantes? Si recte facies. Hic *murus aheneus esto,
* Nullus in orbe sinus Baiis prælucet amenis, Nil conscire sibi, nulla pallescere culpa.
Si dixit dives; 5 lacus et mare sentit amorem Roscia, dic sodes, melior lex, an puerorum est Festinantis héri: cui si 6 vitiosa libido Nænia, quæ regnum recte facientibus offert, Fecerit avspicium; cras ferramenta Teanum Et maribus Curiis et decantata Camillis?
Tolletis, fabri. ?lectus genjalis in aula est? Isne tibi melius suadet, qui “ Rem facias; rem, Nil ait esse prius, melius nil cælibe vita: Si possis, recte; si non, quocunque modo rem." • Si non est, jurat bene solis esse maritis. Ut proprius spectes lachrymosa poëmata Pupi! Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? An, 'qui fortunæ te responsare superbæ
pauper? ride: mutat " cænacula, lectos, Liberum et erectum, "præsens hortatur et aptat? Balnea, ” tonsores; conducto navigio æque
11 Quod si me populus Romanus forte roget, cur Nauseat, ac locuples quein ducit priva triremis. Non ut '2 porticibus, sic judiciis fruar isdem:
13 Si curatus inæquali tonsore capillos Nec sequar aut fugiam, quæ diligit ipse vel odit; Occurro; rides. si forte subucıla pexæ Olim quod "vulpes ægroto cauta leoni
Trita subest tunicæ, vel si toga dissidet impar; Respondit, referam : quia me vestigia terrent Rides. quid, "* mea cum pugnat sententia secum; Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrorsum. Quod petiit, spernit ; repetit quod nuper omisit; ** Bellua multorum est capitum. nam quid se- 15 Astuat, et vitæ disconvenit ordine toto; quar aut quem?
16 Diruit, ædificat, mutat quadrata rotundis? Parshominum gestit 15 conducere publica : sunt qui | " lusanire putas solennia me, ueque rides,