Or nobly wild, with Budgell's fire and force, It is to Hiftory he trufts for Praise. F. Better be Cibber, I 'll maintain it still, P. What should ail 'em? F. A hundred fmart in Timon and in Balaam: 30 35 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 m T. Quanto rectius hoc, quam trifti laedere versu "Cum fibi quifque timet, quamquam eft intactus, et odit. The fewer ftill you name, you wound the more; P. Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny 45 Scarfdale his Bottle, Darty his Ham-pye; Ridotta fips and dances, till fhe fee The doubling Luftres dance as fast as she; Like in all else, as one Egg to another. 50 9 I love to pour out all myself, as plain As downright Shippen, or as old Montagne: The Soul food forth, nor kept a thought within; 55 60 My H.. Quid faciam? faltat Milonius, ut femel icto Ille velut fidis arcana fodalibus olim Credebat libris; neque, fi male gefferat, ufquam, My head and heart thus flowing through my quill, Like good Erafmus in an honest mean, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory. I only wear it in a land of Hectors, 65 70 Peace is my dear delight-not Fleury's more: 75 * Slides into verfe, and hitches-in a rhyme, Sacred Votiva pateat veluti defcripta tabella Vita fenis. fequor hunc, Lucanus an Appulus, anceps: Tutus ab infeftis latronibus? "O pater et rex Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, y Slander or Poifon dread from Delia's rage; So drink with Walters, or with Chartres eat, They 'll never poifon you, they 'll only cheat. 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, 80 85 90 Or y Cervius iratus leges minitatur et urnam; Canidia Albutî, quibus eft inimica, venenum; Grande malum Turius, fi quid fe judice certes: Ut, quo quifque valet, fufpectos terreat, utque Imperet hoc Natura potens, fic collige mecum. Dente lupus, cornu taurus petit; unde, nifi intus Monftratum? 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 fenectus 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. d 95 100 F. Alas, young man! your days can ne'er be long, In flower of Age you perish for a fong! 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 shameless guilty men; Dash the proud Gamefter in his gilded Car; Bare the mean Heart that lurks beneath a Star; Can there be wanting, to defend Her cause, Lights of the Church, or Guardians of the Laws ? 110 Flatterers and Bigots ev'n in Louis' reign? And Dives, inops; Romae, feu fors ita jufferit, exful; • Quifquis erit vitae, fcribam, color. T. O puer, ut fis Vitalis metuo; et majorum ne quis amicus Frigore te feriat. с H. Quid? cum eft Lucilius aufus Primus in hunc operis componere carmina morem, |