But grave Epiftles, bringing Vice to light,

Such as a King might read, a Bishop write,
Such as Sir ROBERT would approve―

The Cafe is alter'd --- you may

F. Indeed?

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you may then proceed; • In such a cause the Plaintiff will be hifs'd, 155 My Lords the Judges laugh, and you're dismiss'd.

NOTES.

as approving them, he changes his note, and, in the language of old Plouden, owns, the Cafe is altered. Now was it not as natural, when Horace had given a hint that Augustus himself fupported him, for Trebatius, a Court Advocate, who had been long a Client to him and his Uncle, to confefs the Cafe was altered?

THE

SECOND SATIRE

OF THE

SECOND BOOK

O F

HORA CE.

SATIR A II.

Q

UAE virtus et quanta, boni, fit vivere parvo, (Nec meus hic fermo; fed quae praecepit Ofellus,

Rufticus, abnormis Sapiens, craffaque Minerva) Difcite, non inter lances menfafque nitentes ;

Cum ftupet infanis acies fulgoribus, et cum
Acclinis falfis animus meliora recufat:

Verum hic impranfi mecum difquirite. Cur hoc?
Dicam, fi potero. male verum examinat omnis
Corruptus judex. Leporem fectatus, equove
Laffus ab indomito; vel (fi Romana fatigat
Militia affuetum graecari) feu pila velox,
Molliter aufterum ftudio fallente laborem;
Seu te difcus agit, pete cedentem aëra disco:
Cum labor extulerit faftidia; ficcus, inanis,
Sperne cibum vilem: nifi Hymettia mella Falerno,
Ne biberis, diluta. foris eft promus, et atrum

i

NOTES.

VER. 5. a gilt Buffet's reflected pride-Turns you from found Philofophy afide; More forcibly and happily expreffed than the original acclinis falfis ; tho' that be very elegant,

SATIRE II.

To Mr. BE THE L.

HAT, and how great, the Virtue and the Art

WHAT, an

To live on little with a chearful heart;

(A doctrine sage, but truly none of mine)

C

Let's talk, my friends, but talk before we dine.

* Not when a gilt Buffet's reflected pride

Turns you from found Philofophy afide;
Not when from plate to plate your eyeballs roll,
And the brain dances to the mantling bowl.

5

Hear BETHEL's Sermon, one not vers'd in fchools,

But strong in sense, and wife without the rules. 10

h

1 Go work, hunt, exercife! (he thus began)

Then scorn a homely dinner, if you can.

Your wine lock'd up, your Butler ftroll'd abroad, Or fish deny'd (the river yet unthaw'd)

NOTES.

VER. 9. BETHEL.] The fame to whom feveral of Mr. Pope's Letters are addreffed.