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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;
Richy ev'n when plunder'd, honour'd while opprefs'd;
A praetore dati; rerum * tutela mearum
Ad fummam, fapiens uno minor eft Jove, y dives, b Liber, z honoratus, 2 pulcher, rex denique regum; Praecipue fanus, nifi cum pituita molefta eft.
то 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 addreffed; 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.
"N To make men happy, and to keep them fo."
JOT to admire, is all the Art I know,
(Plain Truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flowers of fpeech, 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,
TIL admirari, prope res est una, Numici,
Solaque quae poffit facere et fervare beatum. Hunc folem, et ftellas, et decedentia certis
There are, my Friend! whose philosophic 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?
Say, with what & eyes we ought at Courts to gaze,
If weak the pleasure that from thefe can fpring,
Tempora momentis, funt qui formidine nulla
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,
Fork Virtue's felf may too much zeal be had;
And gaze on m Parian Charms with learned eyes:
Shall One whom Nature, Learning, Birth confpir'd 40
Si, quidquid vidit melius pejufve fua fpe,
1I nunc, argentum et marmor m vetus, aeraque ét artes Sufpice: cum gemmis Tyrios mirare colores:
Gaude, quod fpectant oculi te mille loquentem:
Yet time ennobles, or degrades each Line;
Grac'd as thou art, with all the Power of Words,
" Where Murray (long enough his Country's pride)
w Rack'd with Sciatics, martyr'd with the Stone,
See Ward by batter'd Beaux invited over,
There all Men may be cur'd, whene'er they please.
Be virtuous, and be happy for your pains.
Quicquid fub terra eft, in apricum proferet aetas;
Hoc age deliciis.