115 And I not f ftrip the gilding off a Knave, I will, or perish in the generous cause: Hear this, and tremble! you, who 'scape the Laws. 120 125 To Virtue only and her friends a Friend, The World befide may murmur, or commend. Know, all the distant din that world can keep, Rolls o'er my Grotto, and but fooths my fleep. h There, my retreat the best Companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and Statesmen out of place. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The Feaft of Reason and the Flow of foul: And He, whofe lightning pierc'd th' Iberian Lines, Now forms my Quincunx, and now ranks my Vines; f Detrahere et pellem, nitidus qua quifque per ora Nugari cum illo, et discincti ludere, donec VOL. XLVI. Quidquid fum ego, quamvis Or Or tames the Genius of the ftubborn plain, * Envy muft own, I live among the Great, No Pimp of pleasure, and no Spy of ftate; With eyes that pry not, tongue that ne'er repeats; 135 To help who want, to forward who excel; 140 145 See Infra Lucilî cenfum, ingeniumque; tamen me Diffentis. *nifi quid tu, docte Trebati, T. Equidem nihil hinc diffingere poffum. Sed tamen ut monitus caveas, ne forte negotî Incutiat tibi quid fanctarum infcitia legum: ❝m Si mala condiderit in quem quis carmina, jus eft Judiciumque." See Libels, Satires-here you have it—read. P." Libels and Satires! lawless things indeed! 150. But grave Epiftles, bringing Vice to light, Such as a King might read, a Bishop write, Such as Sir Robert would approve— F. Indeed? The Cafe is alter'd-you may then proceed; H. Efto, fi quis mala: fed bona fi quis Judice condiderit laudatur Caefare. fi quis Opprobriis dignum laceraverit, integer ipfe. T. Solventur rifu tabulae: tu miffus abibis. 155 BOOK II. SATIRE II. To Mr. BETHEL. HAT, and how great, the Virtue and the Art (A doctrine fage, but truly none of mine) Not when from plate to plate your eye-balls roll, Hear Bethel's Sermon, one not vers'd in schools, 10 Your UAE virtus et quanta, boni, fit vivere parvo, d (b Nec meus hic fermo: fed qua praecepit Ofellus, Rufticus, & abnormis Sapiens, craffaque Minerva) Difcite, non inter lances menfafque nitentes; Cum ftupet infanis acies fulgoribus, et cum Acclinis falfis animus meliora recufat: Verum hic impranfi mecum difquirite. Cur hoc? Dicam, fi potero, male verum examinat omnis h Corruptus judex. Leporum fectatus, equove * Your wine lock'd up, your Butler ftroll'd abroad, * Preach as I please, I doubt our curious men Militia affuetum graecari) feu pila velox, Sperne cibum vilem: nifi Hymettia mella Falerno, Rara avis, et picta pandat spectacula cauda: Tamquam ad rem attineat quidquam. Num vefceris ifta, Quam laudas, pluma? coctove num adeft honor idem? Carne tamen quamvis diftat nihil hac, magis illa; Imparibus formis deceptum te patet, efto. Unde datum fentis, lupus hic, Tiberinus, an alto |