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Quid verum atque decens, curo et rogo, et omnis
in hoc fum:
Condo, et compono, quæ mox depromere poffim. Ac ne farte roges, quo me duas, quo Lare tuter; Nullius addi&us jurare in verba magistri,
Quo me cunque rapit tempeftas, deferor bofpes. Nunc agilis fio, et merfor" civilibus undis, Virtutis verae cuftos, rigidufque fatalles: Nunc in Ariftippi' furtim praecepta relabor,
Et mihi res, non me rebus, fubjungere conor.
*Ut nox longa, quibus mentitur amica; diesque` Lenta videtur opus debentibus: ut piger annus Pupillis, quos dura premit cuftodia matrum: Sic mihi tarda' fluunt ingrataque tempora, quae fpem Confiliumque morantur agendi gnaviter 'id, quod Aeque pauperibus prodeft, locupletibus aeque, Aeque neglectum pueris fenibufque nocebit.
Omnis Aristippum decuit color, et fatus, et res.
What right, what true, what fit we juftly call,
Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, 35 Long as the Night to her whofe Love's away, Long as the Year's dull circle feems to run, When the brisk Minor pants for twenty-one: So flow th' unprofitable moments roll, That lock up all the Functions of foul; my That keep me from myself; and still delay Life's inftant business to a fature day :
That' task, which as we follow, or defpife,
Which done, the pooreft can no wants endure; 45
Reftat, ut his ego me ipfe regam folerque ele
Non poffis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus; Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus inungi: Nec, quia defperes invicti membra Glyconis, Nodofa corpus nolis prohibere cheragra. Eft quadam prodire * tenus, fi non datur ultra.
y Fervet avaritia, miferoque cupidine pectus ? 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, amater; 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 maxima credis Effe mala, exiguum cenfum, turpemque repulfam, Quanto devites animi capitifque labore. Impiger extremos eurris mercator ad Indos,
VIR. 58. Between the fits-] The fenfe of magnam morbi deponere partem
is here very happily expreffed And Ter pure lecte etc.
Late as it is, I put myself to school,
And men müst walk at leaft before they dance.
Say, does thy blood rebel, thy bofom move 55 With wretched Av'rice, or as wretched Love? Know, there are Words,and Spells, which can controll 2 Between the Fits this Fever of the foul:
And the first Wisdom, to be Fool no more.
Know, there are Rhymes, which fresh and fresh apply'd
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 first Virtue, Vices to abhor;
In the following line, as happily varied. But the whole paffage, which describes the ufe and efficacy of fatire, is admirably imi
Per mare pauperiem fugiens, per faxa, per ignes:
VER. 70. Star'd at the spectre of pale Poverty!] Tho' this has all the fpirit, 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.
VER. 77. Here wisdom calls: etc.] All from hence to ver, 116, is a pretty clofe tranflation: but in general done with so maf terly a fpirit, that the Original, tho' one of the most finished paffages in Horace, looks only like the imitation of it.
VER. 78. As Gold to Silver, Virtue is to Gold ] This perhaps is the most faulty line in the whole collection. The Original is, Vilius eft auro argentum, virtutibus aurum,
which only fays, that as filver is of less value than gold, fo Gold is of lefs value than Virtue: in which fimple inferiority, and not the proportion of it, is implied. For it was as contrary to the Author's purpose, as it is to common fenfe, to suppose, that Virtue was but just as much better than gold, as gold is better than filver. Yet Mr. Pope, too attentive to his constant object,