Or nobly wild, with Budgell's fire and force, F. Then all your Muse's softer art display, And sweetly flow through all the Royal Line. P. Alas! few verfes touch their nicer ear; They scarce can bear their Laureate twice a year; And justly Cæfar fcorns the Poet's lays, It is to Hiftory he trufts for Praise. F. m Better be Cibber, I'll maintain it still, P. What should ail them ? F. A hundred fmart in Timon and in Balaam : 30 55 40 The Agmina, nec fracta pereuntes cufpide Gallos, T. Attamen et juftum poteras et fcribere fortem, Scipiadam ut fapiens Lucilius. H. Haud mihi deero, Cum res ipfa feret: nifi dextro tempore, Flacci "Cum fibi quifque timet, quamquam est intactus, et odit. The fewer ftill you name, you wound the more; : P. Each mortal has his pleasure none deny The doubling Luftres dance as fast as she; I love to pour out all myfelf, as plain The Soul ftood forth, nor kept a thought within; H. Quid faciam? faltat Milonius, ut femel icto Ille velut fidis arcana fodalibus olim Credebat libris; neque, fi male gefferat, ufquam, 45 59 $5 60 My My head and heart thus flowing through my quill, r Verseman or Proseman, term me which you will, Like good Erasmus in an honest mean, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory. To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet ; t I only wear it in a land of Hectors, Thieves, Supercargoes, Sharpers, and Directors. Votiva pateat veluti defcripta tabella I 65 70 75 Sacred Vita fenis. fequor hunc, Lucanus an Appulus, anceps: S t Tutus ab infestis latronibus? " O pater et rex ་ Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, y Slander or Poifon dread from Delia's rage, Its proper power to hurt, each creature feels; b Then, learned Sir! (to cut the matter short) Whate'er my fate, or well or ill at Court, Whether Old age, with faint but chearful ray, Attends to gild the Evening of my day, Cervius iratus leges minitatur et urnam; Canidia Albutî, quibus eft inimica, venenum; Grande malum Turius, fi quid fe judice certes : Ut, quo quifque valet, suspectos terreat, utque Imperet hoc Natura potens, fic collige mecum. Dente lupus, cornu taurus petit; unde, nifi intus Monftratum; a Scaevae vivacem crede nepoti Matrem; nil faciet fceleris pia dextra (mirum ? Ut neque calce lupus quemquam, neque dente petit. bos) Sed mala tollet anum vitiato melle cicuta. b Ne longum faciam: feu me tranquilla fene&tus Expectat, feu mors atris circumvolat alis ; Or Death's black wing already be display'd, Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Like Lee or Budgell, I will rhyme and print. F. Alas, young man! your days can ne'er be long, In flower of Age you perifh for a song! Plums and Directors, Shylock and his Wife, Will club their Tefters, now, to take your life! P. e What? arm'd for Virtue when I point the pen, Brand the bold front of fhameless guilty men; Dafh the proud Gamefter in his gilded Car; Can there be wanting, to defend Her cause, Lights of the Church, or Guardians of the Laws? 110 Dives, inops; Romae, feu fors ita jufferit, exful; T. O puer, ut fis Vitalis metuo; et majorum ne quis amicus Frigore te feriat. H. Quid? cum eft Lucilius aufus Primus in hunc operis componere carmina morem, And |