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First Health: The ftomach (cramm'd from every dish, A tomb of boil'd and roast, and flesh and fish, Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar, And all the man is one intestine war) Remembers oft the School-boy's fimple fare, The temperate fleeps, and fpirits light as air. How pale, each Worshipful and Reverend gueft 75 Rife from a Clergy, or a City feaft! What life in all that ample body, say? What heavenly particle infpires the clay? The Soul fubfides, and wickedly inclines 'To feem but mortal, ev'n in found Divines.
f On morning wings how active springs the Mind That leaves the load of yesterday behind! How eafy every labour it pursues! How coming to the Poet every Muse!
Afferat. In primis valeas bene; nam variae res
Membra dedit, vegetus praefcripta ad munia furgit. Hic tamen ad melius poterit tranfcurrere quondam; Sive diem feftum rediens advexerit annus,
Not but we may exceed, some holy time,
For fainting Age what cordial drop remains, If our intemperate Youth the veffel drains?
i Our fathers prais'd_rank Ven'fon. You fuppofe, Perhaps, young men ! our fathers had no nose. Not fo: a Buck was then a week's repast, And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last; 94 More pleas'd to keep it till their friends could come, Than eat the fweetest by themselves at home. k Why had not I in thofe good times my birth, Ere coxcomb pyes or coxcombs were on earth? Unworthy he, the voice of Fame to hear, That fweeteft mufic to an honeft ear;
Seu recreare volet tenuatum corpus: ubique
i Rancidum aprum antiqui laudabant: non quia nafus Illis nullus erat; fed, credo, hac mente, quod hofpes Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam Integram edax dominus confumeret. k hos utinam inter Heroas natum tellus me prima tulisset.
1 Das aliquid famae, quae carmine gratior aurem Occupet humanam? grandes rhombi, patinaeque Grande ferunt una cum damno dedecus. adde
(For 'faith, Lord Fanny! you are in the wrong,
When Luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf,
My wealth unwieldy, 9 and my heap too great."
Oh Impudence of wealth! with all thy ftore,
Iratum patruum, vicinos, te tibi iniquum, Et fruftra mortis cupidum, cum deerit egenti • As, laquei pretium.
P Jure, inquit, Traufius iftis
Jugatur verbis: ego vectigalia magna,
Templa ruunt antiqui Deûm ? cur improbe, carae Non aliquid patriae tanto emetiris acervo?
Uni nimirum tibi recte femper erunt res?
Shall half the new-built churches round thee fall?
• Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind, Prepares a dreadful jeft for all mankind. And who ftands fafeft? tell me, is it he That spreads and fwells in puff'd Profperity, 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 The Lord of thousands, than if now w Excis'd; In foreft planted by a Father's hand, Than in five acres now of rented land.
Quam nunc accifis. Videas, metato in agello,
O magnus pofthac inimicis rifus! uterne
Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus Ofellum Integris opibus novi non latius ufum,
Content with little I can piddle here
On brocoli and mutton, round the year;
Then chearful healths (your Mistress shall have place); And, what's more rare, a Poet shall say Grace. Fortune not much of humbling me can boast: Though double tax'd, how little have I loft!
Quidquam, praeter olus fumofae cum pede pernae..
Saeviat atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus! Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius, aut