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"Left ftiff, and stately, void of fire or force, "You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord Mayor's "horfe.'
Farewell then Verfe, and Love, and ev'ry Toy,' The Rhymes and Rattles of the Man or Boy;
What right, what true, what fit we justly call,
To lay this harveft up, and hoard with hafte
What ev'ry day will want, and most, the last.
But ask not, to what Doctors I apply?
Sworn to no Mafter, of no Sect am I:
As drives the m ftorm, at any door I knock:
And house with Montagne now, or now with Locke.
Sometimes a " Patriot, active in debate,
Mix with the World, and battle for the State,
Still true to Virtue, ° and as warm as true:
And win my way by yielding to the tide.
9 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, 35 Long as the Night to her whofe Love's away,
and not ftrong; ftately and yet dull, like the fober and flow-paced Animal generally employed to mount the Lord Mayor and therefore here humouroufly oppofed to Pegafus. P.
* Reftat, ut his ego me ipfe regam ▾ folerque ele
w Non poffis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus;
Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus inungi:
Nec, quia defperes invicti membra Glyconis,
Eft quadam prodire tenus, fi non datur ultra.
y Fervet Avaritia, miferoque cupidine pectus?
VER. 45. can no wants endure;] i. e. Can want nothing. Badly expreffed.
VER. 51. I'll do what Mead-] Mr. Pope highly efteemed and loved this worthy man, whole unaffected humanity and benevolence have stifled much of that envy which his eminence in his profeffion would otherwife have drawn' out.
Long as the Year'sidull circle feems to run,
The eldeft is a fool, the youngest wife.
Which done, the pooreft can no wants endure;
Late as it is, I put myself to school,
And feel fome v comfort, not to be a fool.
To keep thefe limbs, and to preferve these eyes.
And men must walk at least before they dance.
Say, does thy blood rebel, thy bosom move With wretched Av'rice, or as wretched Love?
Speaking of his obligations to this great Phyfician and others of the Faculty, in a Letter to Mr. Allen, about a month before his death, he fays, "There is no end of my kind treatment from the Faculty.
They are in general the moft amiable companions, and the best friends, as well as the most learned Men I know."?
Sunt verba et voces, quibus hunc lenire dolorem
Poffis, et magnam morbi deponere partem.
Laudis amore tumes? funt certa piacula, quae te
Ter pure lecto poterunt recreare libello.
Invidus, iracundus, iners, vinofus, amator,
Nemo adeo ferus eft, ut non mitefcere poffit,
Si modo culturae patientem commodet aurem.
• Virtus eft, vitium fugere; et fapientia prima,
Stultitia caruiffe. vides, quae f maxima credis
Effe mala, exiguum cenfum, turpemque repulfam,
Quanto devites animi, capitifque labore.
Impiger extremos curris mercator ad Indos,
VER. 58. Between the fits-] The sense of
is here very happily expreffed. And
Ter pure lecto etc.
in the following line, as happily varied. But the whole paffage, which defcribes the ufe and efficacy of satire, is admirably imitated.
VER, 70. Scar'd at the Spectrc of pale Poverty!] Tho'
Know, there are Words, and Spells, which can con
z Between the Fits this Fever of the foul:
Know, there are Rhymes, which
fresh and fresh
Will cure the arrant'ft Puppy of his Pride.
Be furious, envious, flothful, mad, or drunk, • Slave to a Wife, or Vaffal to a Punk,
A Switz, a High-dutch, or a Low-dutch Bear;
'Tis the firft Virtue, Vices to abhor;
And the first Wisdom, to be Fool no more.
See him, with pains of body, pangs of soul,
Burn through the Tropic, freeze beneath the Pole!
Wilt thou do nothing for a nobler end,
Nothing, to make Philosophy thy friend?
this has all the spirit, it has not all the imagery of the Original; where Horace makes Poverty purfue, and keep pace with the Mifer in his flight.
Per mare Pauperiem fugiens, per faxa, per ignes. But what follows,
Wilt thou do nothing, etc.
far furpaffes the Original.