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Sir Job fail'd forth, the evening bright and ftill,
"For Snug's the word: My dear! we 'll live in Town."
1. The Fool, whofe Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter,
Did ever m Proteus, Merlin, any witch,
Transform themselves fo ftrangely as the Rich?
Nullus in orbe finus Baiis praelucet amoenis,
Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? Quid pauper? ride: mutat coenacula, lectos,
Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and
But when no Prelate's Lawn, with hair-shirt lin❜d, 165,
When (each opinion with the next at ftrife,
One s ebb and flow of Follies all my life)
I plant, root up; I build, and then confound;
Turn round' to fquare, and square again to round; 170 "You never change one mufcle of your face,.
You think this Madnefs but a common cafe,
1 Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ? " Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides, Nec medici credis, nec curatoris egere
Balnea, P tonfores; conducto navigio aeque
Careless how ill I with myself agree,
Kind to my drefs, my figure, not to Me.
Nay, half in heaven- except (what 's mighty odd) A fit of Vapours clouds this Demy-god!
A praetore dati; rerum * tutela mearum
Ad fummam, fapiens uno minor eft Jove, y dives, b Liber, honoratus, a pulcher, rex denique regum; Praecipue fanus, nifi cum pituita molefta eft.
ΤΟ MR. MURRAY..
THIS Piece is the most finished of all his Imitations, and executed in the high manner the Italian Painters call Con Amore. By which they mean, the exertion of that principle, which puts the faculties on the ftretch, and produces the fupreme degree of excellence. For the Poet had all the warmth of affection for the great Lawyer to whom it is addressed; and, indeed, no man ever more deferved to have a Poet for his Friend. In the obtaining of which, as neither Vanity, Party, nor Fear, had any fhare, fo he fupported his title to it by all the offices of true Friendfhip.
To make men happy, and to keep them fo." (Plain Truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flowers of speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.)
b This Vault of Air, this congregated Ball, Self-center'd Sun, and Stars that rise and fall,
OT to admire, is all the Art I know,
IL admirari, prope res eft una, Numici, Solaque quae poffit facere et fervare beatum. Hunc folem, et ftellas, et decedentia certis
There are, my Friend! whofe philofophic eyes
Admire we then what Earth's low entrails hold,
All the mad trade of Fools and Slaves for Gold?
The Mob's applaufes, or the gifts of Kings?
If weak the pleasure that from thefe can spring, The fear to want them is as weak a thing: Whether we dread, or whether we defire, In either cafe, believe me, we admire; Whether we i joy or grieve, the fame the curfe, Surpriz'd at better, or furpriz'd at worse. Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray 'Th' unbalanc'd Mind, and fnatch the Man away;
Tempora momentis, funt qui formidine nulla
h Qui timet his adverfa, fere miratur eodem Quo cupiens pacto: pavor eft utrobique moleftus: Improvifa fimul fpecies exterret utrumque:
Gaudeat, an doleat; cupiat, metuatne; quid ad rem,