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t Who thinks that fortune cannot change her mind, Prepares a dreadful jeft for all mankind. And " who stands fafeft? tell me, is it he That spreads and fwells in puff'd Prosperity, Or bleft with little, whofe preventing care In peace provides fit arms against a war?

▾ Thus BETHEL fpoke, who always fpeaks his

thought,

And always thinks the very thing he ought:

His equal mind I copy what I can,

And as I love, would imitate the Man.

In South-fea days not happier, when furmis'd

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The Lord of Thoufands, than if now Excis'd; 140 In foreft planted by a Father's hand,

Than in five acres now of rented land.

Content with little, I can piddle here

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On brocoli and mutton, round the year;

But y ancient friends (tho' poor, or out of play)

That touch my bell, I cannot turn away.

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'Tis true, no Turbots dignify my boards,

But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords:

NOTES.

apology for this liberty, in the preceding line, where he pays a fine compliment to Auguftus:

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Templa ruunt antiqua Deûm ?

which oblique Panegyric the Imitator has very properly turned into a just stroke of fatire.

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O pueri, nituiftis, ut huc novus incola venit?

NOTES.

VER. 156. And, what's more rare, a Poet Shall fay Grace.] The pleasantry of this line confifts in the supposed rarity of a Poet's having a table of his own; or a sense of gratitude for the bleffings he receives. But it contains,

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To Hounslow-heath I point and Bansted-down,

Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my

own:

* From yon old walnut-tree a show'r fhall fall; And grapes, long ling'ring on my only wall, And figs from standard and espalier join ;

The dev'l is in you if you cannot dine :

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Then chearful healths (your Miftrefs fhall have place) And, what's more rare, a Poet shall fay Grace. 156 Fortune not much of humbling me can boaft;

Tho' double tax'd, how little have I loft?

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My Life's amufements have been just the same,
Before, and after Standing Armies came.
My lands are fold, my father's house is gone;
I'll hire another's; is not that my own,

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And yours, my friends? thro' whofe free-opening gate None comes too early, none departs too late;

(For I, who hold fage Homer's rule the best, 165 Welcome the coming, fpeed the going guest.)

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Pray heav'n it laft!

(cries SWIFT!) as you go on; "I wish to God this houfe had been your own: "Pity! to build, without a fon or wife: "Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life.” Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one, Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon?

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too, a sober reproof of People of Condition, for their unmanly and brutal disuse of 10 natural a duty.

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Nam & propriae telluris herum natura neque illum,

Nec me, nec quemquam ftatuit. nos expulit ille;

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Illum aut nequities aut f vafri infcitia juris,

Poftremum expellet certe & vivacior heres.

* Nunc ager Umbreni fub nomine, nuper Ofelli

Dictus erat: nulli proprius; fed cedit in ufum

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Nunc mihi, nunc alii, quocirca vivite fortes,

Fortiaque adverfis opponite pectora rebus.

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VER. 183. proud Buckingham's etc.] Villers Duke of Buckingham. P.

VER. 185. Let lands and houses etc.] The turn of his

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What's Property? dear Swift! you fee it alter
From you to me, from me to Peter Walter;
Or, in a mortgage, prove a Lawyer's fhare;
Or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir;

Or in pure f equity (the cafe not clear)

The Chanc'ry takes your rents for twenty year :
At beft, it falls to fome ungracious fon,

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Who cries, "My father's damn'd, and all's my own.

h Shades, that to BACON could retreat afford,
Become the portion of a booby Lord;

And Hemsley, once proud Buckingham's delight,
Slides to a Scriv'ner or a city Knight.

i Let lands and houses have what Lords they will,
Let Us be fix'd, and our own mafters ftill.

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imitation, in the concluding part, obliged him to diverfify the fentiment. They are equally noble: but Horace's is expreffed with the greater force.

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