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And certain Laws, by fufferers thought unjust, '60
Hopes after hopes of pious Papists fail'd,
But (thanks to Homer) fince I live and thrive,
Sure I fhould want the care of ten Monroes,
If I would fcribble, rather than repofe.
g Years following years, fteal fomething every day,
At laft they steal us from ourselves away;
In one our Frolics, one Amusements end,
In one a Mistress drops, in one a Friend:
That turn'd ten thousand verses, now ftands ftill ?
Unde fimul primum me demifere Philippi,
h But after all, what would you have me do? When out of twenty I can please not two;
When this Heroics only deigns to praise,
Sharp Satire that, and that Pindaric lays?
But grant I may relapfe, for want of grace,
Who there his Mufe, or felf, or foul attends,
In crouds, and courts, law, bufinefs, feafts, and friends?
My counsel fends to execute a deed:
A Poet begs me I will hear him read:
In Palace-yard at nine you'll find me there
At ten, for certain, Sir, in Bloomfbury-square-
Denique non omnes eadem mirantur amantque.
Carmine tu gaudes: hic delectatur iambis;
Ille Bioneis fermonibus, et fale nigro.
Tres mihi convivae prope diffentire videntur,
Quid dem? quid non dem? renuis quod tu, jubet alter:
"Oh but a Wit can study in the streets,
A hackney-coach may chance to fpoil a thought;
Go, lofty Poet! and in such a croud,
Sing thy fonorous verse-but not aloud.
To ease and filence, every Mufe's fon:
Would drink and doze at Tooting or Earl's-Court.
How match the bards whom none e'er match'd before?
Hic extremo in Aventino; vifendus uterque.
Intervalla vides humane commoda.
"Purae funt plateae, nihil ut meditantibus obstet." Feftinat calidus mulis gerulifque redemtor:
Torquet nunc lapidem, nunc ingens machina tignum: Triftia robuftis luctantur funera plaustris:
Hac rabiofa fugit canis, hac lutulenta ruit fus.
* I nunc, et verfus tecum meditare canoros. Scriptorum chorus omnis amat nemus, et fugit urbes,
Rite cliens Bacchi, fomno gaudentis et umbra.
I The Man, who, ftretch'd in Ifis' calm retreat,
And here, while town, and court, and city roars,
Compofing fongs, for Fools to get by heart?
m The Temple late two brother Sergeants faw, Who deem'd each other Oracles of Law; With equal talents, these congenial fouls, One lull'd th' Exchequer, and one ftunn'd the Rolls; Each had a gravity would make you split, And shook his head at Murray, as a Wit.
Tu me inter ftrepitus nocturnos atque diurnos
1 Ingenium, fibi quod vacuas defumfit Athenas,
Et ftudiis annos feptem dedit, infenuitque
Plerumque, et rifu populum quatit; hic ego rerum
m Frater erat Romae confulti rhetor; ut alter
'Twas," Sir, your law"-and " Sir, your eloquence," "Yours, Cowper's manner-and yours, Talbot's fenfe." Thus we difpofe of all poetic merit,
Yours Milton's genius, and mine Homer's spirit.
Weave laurel Crowns, and take what names we pleafe, My dear Tibullus!" if that will not do, "Let me be Horace, and be Ovid you: "Or, I'm content, allow me Dryden's ftrains, "And you fhall rise up Otway for your pains." Much do I fuffer, much, to keep in peace This jealous, wafpish, wrong-head, rhyming race;
Carmina compono, hic elegos; mirabile vifu,
Mox etiam (fi forte vacas) fequere, et procul audi,