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My Life's amufements have been juft the fame,
And yours, my friends? through whofe free opening gate None comes too early, none departs too late; (For I, who hold fage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, fpeed the going guest.) 160 "Pray heaven it laft! (cries Swift) as you go on; "I wish to God this houfe had been your own: "Pity! to build, without a fon or wife; "Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life." Well, if the ufe be mine, can it concern one, Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon? What's Property? dear Swift! you fee it alter From you to me, from me to Peter Walter; Or, in a mortgage, prove a Lawyer's fhare; Or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir; Or in pure f equity (the cafe not clear) The Chancery takes your rents for twenty year: At beft, it falls to fome & ungracious fon, Who cries, "My father's damn'd, and all 's
my own." Shades,
O pueri, nituiftis, ut huc novus incola venit?
Nunc ager Umbreni fub nomine, nuper Ofelli Dictus erat: nulli proprius; fed cedit in ufum
Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford,
Let lands and houfes have what lords they will,
Nunc mihi, nunc alii. i quocirca vivite fortes,
TO LORD BOLINGBROKE.
T. JOHN, whofe love indulg'd my labours paft, Matures my prefent, and shall bound my last! Why b will you break the fabbath of my days? Now fick alike of Envy and of Praise. Public too long, ah let me hide my Age! See modeft Cibber now has left the Stage: Our Generals now, a retir'd to their Eftates, Hang their Old Trophies o'er the Garden gates, In Life's cool Evening fatiate of Applaufe, Nor fond of bleeding, ev'a in BRUNSWICK's caufe. f A vole there is, that wipers in my ear, ('Tis Reafon's voice, which fometimes one can hear) "Friend Pope! be prudent, let your Mufe take breath, "And never gallop Tegafus to death;
RIMA dicte mihi, fumma dicende camena,
Maecenas, iterum antiquo me includere ludo.
Eft mihi purgatam crebro qui personet aurem;
"Left ftiff, and stately, void of fire or force,
As drives them ftorm, at any door I knock,
* Condo, et compono, quae mox depromere poffim.
Peccet ad extremum ridendus, et ilia ducat.
Back to my P native Moderation flide,
And win my way by yielding to the tide.
4 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 my soul; That keep me from myfelf; and ftill delay Life's inftant business to a future day:
That tafk, which as we follow, or despise,
Weak though I am of limb, and fhort of fight, Far from a Lynx, and not a Giant quite:
Nunc in Ariftippi P furtim praecepta relabor,
9 Ut nox longa, quibus mentitur amica; diefque 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.
'Restat, ut his ego me ipfe regam "folerque elementis: * Non poffis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus;