The ship itself may make a better figure, e" But why all this of Av'rice? I have none.' Non agimur tumidis velis Aquilone secundo: 300 305 310 315 e Non es avarus: abi. quid? caetera jam simul isto Cum vitio fugere? caret tibi pectus inani Ambitione? caret mortis formidine et ira? Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, sagas, Nocturnos lemures, portentaque Thessala rides ? NOTES. Ver. 312. Survey both worlds] It is observable with what sobriety he has corrected the licentiousness of his original, which made the expectation of another world a part of that superstition he would explode; whereas, his Imitator is only for removing the false terrors from the world of spirits, such as the diablerie of witchcraft and purgatory. Has life no sourness, drawn so near its end; 321 f Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, and drank your fill: Walk sober off; before a sprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage: Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, Whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please. Natales grate numeras ? ignoscis amicis? Lusisti satis, edisti satis, atque bibisti : THE SATIRES OF DR. JOHN DONNE, DEAN OF ST. PAUL'S, VERSIFIED. Quid vetat et nosmet Lucili scripta legentes Quaerere, num illius, num rerum dura negârit Mollius? HOR. YES; SATIRE II. thank my stars! as early as I knew This Town, I had the sense to hate it too: Yet here, as ev'n in Hell, there must be still That all beside, one pities, not abhors; As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores. 5 It brought (no doubt) th' Excise and Army in: Yet like the Papist's, is the Poet's state, Poor and disarm'd, and hardly worth your hate! SATIRE II. SIR; though (I thank God for it) I do hate 10 That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the rest As I think, that brings dearth and Spaniards in: Never, till it be starv'd out; yet their state One (like a wretch, which at barre judg'd as dead, Yet prompts him which stands next, and cannot read, |