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Sir Job fail'd forth, the evening bright and ftill,
"No place on earth (he cry'd) like Greenwich hill!”
Up ftarts a Palace, lo, th' obedient base 140
Slopes at its foot, the woods its fides embrace,
The filver Thames reflects its marble face.
Now let fome whimsey, or that Devil within-
Which guides all those who know not what they mean,
But give the Knight (or give his Lady) spleen; 145.
Away, away! take all your fcaffolds down,.

"For Snug's the word: My dear! we 'll live in Town."
At amorous Flavio is the stocking thrown?
That very night he longs to lie alone.

1. The Fool, whofe Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter,
For matrimonial folace dies a martyr.

Did ever m Proteus, Merlin, any witch,

Transform themselves fo ftrangely as the Rich?
Well, but the Poor-The Poor have the fame itch;
They change their weekly Barber, weekly News, 155:
Prefer a new Japanner, to their fhoes;



Nullus in orbe finus Baiis praelucet amoenis,
Si dixit dives; lacus et mare fentit amorem
Feftinantis heri: cui fi vitiofa libido
Fecerit aufpicium; cras ferramenta Teanum
Tolletis, fabri. lectus genialis in aula eft?
Nil ait effe prius, melius nil coelibe vita:
1 Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis.


Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? Quid pauper? ride: mutat coenacula, lectos,


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Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and
(They know not whither) in a Chaise and one;
They Phire their fculler, and when once aboard,
Grow fick, and damn the climate-like a Lord. 160
4 You laugh, half-Beau, half-Sloven if I ftand,
My wig all powder, and all fnuff my band;
You laugh, if coat and breeches ftrangely vary,
White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary!

But when no Prelate's Lawn, with hair-shirt lin❜d, 165,
Is half fo incoherent as my Mind,

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,
Nor once to Chancery, nor to Hale apply;
Yet hang your lip, to fee a Seam awry!


1 Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ? " Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides, Nec medici credis, nec curatoris egere

Balnea, P tonfores; conducto navigio aeque
Nauseat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis.
9. Si curatus inaequali tonfore capillos
Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula pexae-
Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar;
Rides. quid, mea cum pugnat fententia fecum;
Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omifit;
Aeftuat, et vitae difconvenit ordine toto;


Careless how ill I with myself agree,


Kind to my drefs, my figure, not to Me.
Is this my * Guide, Philofopher, and Friend?
This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend ;
Who ought to make me (what he can, or none)
That Man divine, whom Wisdom calls her own;
Great without Title, without Fortune blefs'd;
Rich ev'n when plunder'd, z honour'd while opprefs'd;
Lov'd without youth, and follow'd without power;
At home, though exil'd; free, though in the Tower;
In short, that reasoning, high, immortal Thing, 185
Juft lefs than Jove, and d much above a King,




Nay, half in heaven- except (what 's mighty odd) A fit of Vapours clouds this Demy-god!



A praetore dati; rerum * tutela mearum
Cum fis, et prave fectum ftomacheris ob unguem,
De te pendentis, te refpicientis amici.



Ad fummam, fapiens uno minor eft Jove, y dives, b Liber, honoratus, a pulcher, rex denique regum; Praecipue fanus, nifi cum pituita molefta eft.





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.

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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
Look through and trust the Ruler with his skies,
To him commit the hour, the day, the year,
And view this dreadful All without a fear.

Admire we then what Earth's low entrails hold,
Arabian fhores, or Indian feas infold;

All the mad trade of Fools and Slaves for Gold?
Orf Popularity? or Stars and Strings?

The Mob's applaufes, or the gifts of Kings?
Say, with what & eyes we ought at Courts to gaze,
pay the Great our homage of Amaze ?



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
Imbuti fpectent. d quid cenfes, munera terrae?
Quid, maris extremos Arabas ditantis et Indos?
Ludicra, quid, plaufus, et amici dona Quiritis?.
Quo fpectanda modo, & quo fenfu credis et ore?

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,

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