Not so: a buck was then a week's repast, And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last; Curs'd by thy neighbours, thy trustees, thyself; 96 100 105 110 Illis nullus erat; sed, credo, hac mente quod hospes Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam Integrum edax dominus consumeret. hos utinam Heroas natum tellus me prima tulisset. [inter 2Das aliquid famæ, quæ carmine gratior aurem Occupat humanam? grandes rhombi, patinæque Grande ferunt una cum damno dedecus. adde 4 Iratum patruum, vicinos, te tibi iniquum, Et frustra mortis cupidum, cum deerit egenti 5As, laquei pretium. Volume. III. G "Right," cries his Lordship;" "for a rogue in "To have a taste, is insolence indeed: "In me 'tis noble, suits my birth and state, [need "My wealth unwieldy, and my heap too great." Then, like the sun, let Bounty spread her ray, 115 And shine that superfluity away. Oh impudence of wealth! with all thy store How dar'st thou let one worthy man be poor? Shall half the 3 new-built churches round thee fall? Make quays, build bridges, or repair Whitehall; 120 Or to thy country let that heap be lent, As M**o's was, but not at five per cent. 4 Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind, Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind. Ands who stands safest ? tell me is it he That spreads, and swells, in puff'd prosperity? 125 I Jure, inquis, Thrasius istis Jurgatur verbis: ego vectigalia magna, Divitiasque habeo tribus amplas regibus. 2 Ergo, Quod superat, non est melius quo insumere possis? Cur eget indignus quisquam, te divite? quare 3 Templa ruunt antiqua Deum? cur improbe, caræ Non aliquid patriæ tanto emetiris acervo? Uni nimirum tibi recte semper erunt res? 40 magnus posthac inimicis risus! uterne s Ad casus dubios fidet sibi certius; hic, qui Pluribus assuerit mentem corpusque superbum; Or, bless'd with little, whose preventing care ! Thus Bethel spoke, who always speaks his thought, And always thinks the very thing he ought: 130 His equal mind I copy what I can, And as I love would imitate the man. In South-sea days, not happier, when surmis’d The lord of thousands, than if now 2 excis'd; In forest, planted by a father's hand, 135 Than in five acres now of rented land. Content with little, I can piddle here On 3 brocoli and mutton, round the year; But 4 ancient friends, (tho' poor, or out of play) 140 'Tis true, nos turbots dignify my boards, But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords: An qui contentus parvo, metuensque futuri, 'Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus Ofellum Integris opibus novi non latius usum, Quam nunc 2 accisis. videas metato in agello, To Hounslow-heath I point, and Bansted-down, The devil's in you if you cannot dine: Then 2 cheerful healths, (your mistress shall have place), And, what's more rare, a poet shall say grace. 150 3 Fortune not much of humbling me can boast: 155 My lands are sold, my father's house is gone; I'll hire another's; is not that my own, And yours, my friends? thro' whose free-op'ning gate None comes too early, none departs too late; (For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.) "Pray Heav'n it last! (cries Swift) as you go on; "I wish to God this house had been your own! Et nux ornabat mensas, cum duplice ficu. 160 3 Sæviat, atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus! Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius, aut O pueri, nituistis, ut huc 4 novus incola venit? [vos, "Pity! to build without a son or wife: 165 170 The chanc'ry takes your rents for twenty year: Who cries, "My father's damn'd, and all's my own." And Hemsley, once proud Buckingham's delight, 6 Let lands and houses have what lords they will, 175 180 Nam propriæ telluris herum natura, neque illum, 5 Nunc ager Umbreni sub nomine, nuper Ofelli |