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"The dog-days are no more the cafe." 'Tis true, but Winter comes apace: Then fouthward let your Bard retire, Hold out fome Months 'twixt Sun and Fire, And you shall fee, the first warm Weather, Me and the Butterflies together.

My Lord, your Favours well I know; 'Tis with Diftinction you bestow;

And not to every one that comes,
Just as a Scotfman does his Plums.

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Pray take them, Sir-Enough 's a Feaft:
"Eat fome, and pocket up the reft”—
What, rob your Boys? thofe pretty rogues!
"No, Sir, you'll leave them to the Hogs."
Thus Fools with Compliments befiege ye,
Contriving never to oblige ye.
Scatter your favours on a Fop,
Ingratitude's the certain crop;

Quod fi bruma nives Albanis illinet agris;
Ad mare defcendet vates tuus, et fibi parcet,
Contractufque leget; te, dulcis amice, revifet
Cum Zephyris, fi concedes, et hirundine prima.

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Non, quo more pyris vefci Calaber jubet hofpes.
Tu me fecifti locupletem. Vefcere fodes.
Jam fatis eft. At tu quantumvis tolle. Benigne.
Non invifa feres pueris munufcula parvis.
Tam teneor dono, quam fi dimittar onuftus.
Ut libet: haec porcis hodie comedenda relinques.
Prodigus et ftultus donat quae fpernit et odit:

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And 'tis but juft, I'll tell you wherefore,
You give the things you never care for.
A wife man always is or should
Be mighty ready to do good;

But makes a difference in his thought
Betwixt a Guinea and a Groat.

Now this I'll fay, you'll find in me-
A fafe Companion and a free;
But if you'd have me always near—
A word, pray, in your Honour's ear.
I hope it is your Refolution
To give me back my Constitution!
The sprightly Wit, the lively Eye,
Th' engaging Smile, the Gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a Summer Sun,,
And kept you up fo oft till one:

And all that voluntary Vein,
As when Belinda rais'd my Strain.

Haec feges ingratos tulit et feret omnibus annis.
Vir bonus et fapiens, dignis ait efle paratum!
Nec tamen ignorat, quid diftent aera lupinis?
Dignum praeftabo me, etiam pro laude merentis..
Quod fi me noles ufquam difcedere; reddes.
Forte latus, nigros angufta fronte capillos:
Reddes dulce loqui: reddes ridere decorum, et:
Inter vina fugam Cynarae moerere protervae.

Forte per anguftam tenuis vulpecula rimam Repferat in cumeram frumenti: paftaque, rurfus & Ire foras pleno tendebat corpore fruftra,

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A Weazel once made shift to flink
In at a Corn-loft through a Chink;.
But having amply stuff'd his fkin,
Could not get out as he got in;
Which one belonging to the House
('Twas not a Man, it was a Mouse)
Observing, cry'd, "You 'fcape not so,
"Lean as you came, Sir, you muft
Sir, you may spare your Application,
I'm no fuch Beast, nor his Relation;
Nor one that Temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the Throat with Ortolans:
Extremely ready to refign

go."

All that may make me none of mine.
South-fea Subfcriptions take who please,
Leave me but Liberty and Eafe.
'Twas what I faid to Craggs and Child,
Who prais'd my Modefty, and fmil'd.
Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me)
My Bread, and Independency!
So bought an Annual-rent or two,
And liv'd just as you see I do;

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Cui muftela procul, Si vis, ait, effugere iftinc,
Macra cavum repetes ar&tum, quem macra subisti.
Hac ego fi compellar imagine, cuncta refigno;.
Nec fomnum plebis laudo fatur altilium, nec
Otia divitiis Arabum liberrima muto.
Saepe verecundum laudafti: Rexque, Paterque
Audifti coram, nec verbo parcius abfens:

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Near fifty, and without a Wife,
I trust that Sinking Fund, my Life.
Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,,
Shrink back to my Paternal Cell,
A little Houfe, with Trees a-row,,
And, like its Mafter, very low.

There dy'd my Father, no man's Debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worfe nor better.
To fet this matter full before ye,

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Our old friend Swift will tell his Story..
Harley, the nation's great fupport-"
But you may read it, I stop short.

Infpice, fi poffum donata reponere laetus.

Parvum parva decent. mihi jam non regia Roma,
Sed vacuum Tibur placet, aut imbelle Tarentum.
Strenuus et fortis, caufifque Philippus agendis
Clarus, &c.

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The latter Part of SATIRE VI*

O Charming Noons! and Nights divine!
Or when I fup, or when I dine,
My Friends above, my Folks below,
Chatting and laughing all-a-row,
The Beans and Bacon fet before 'em,
The Grace-cup ferv'd with all decorum :
Each willing to be pleas'd, and please,
And even the very Dogs at ease!
Here no man prates of idle things,
How this or that Italian fings,
A Neighbour's Madnefs, or his Spoufe's,
Or what 's in either of the Houses:

But fomething much more our concern,
And quite a fcandal not to learn:
Which is the happier, or the wifer,..
A man of Merit, or a Mifer?

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O noctes coenaeque Deûm! quibus ipfe meique,
Ante Larem proprium vefcor, vernafque procaces
Pafco libatis dapibus: cum, ut cuique libido eft,
Siccat inaequales calices conviva, folutus

Legibus infanis feu quis capit acria fortis
Pocula; feu modicis uvefcit laetius. ergo
Sermo oritur, non de villis domibufve alienis,

Nec male necne Lepos faltet: fed quod magis ad nos.
Pertinet, et nefcire malum eft, agitamus; utrumne

* See the first part in Swift's Poems.

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