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Tolletis, fabri. lectus genialis in aula eft?

Nil ait effe prius, melius nil coelibe vita:

Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis.



Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo?


Quid " pauper ? ride: mutat coenacula, lectos,

Balnea, tonfores; conducto navigio aeque

Naufeat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis, 4 Si curatus inaequali tonfore capillos Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula pexae

Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar;

Rides. quid, mea cum pugnat fententia secum;


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Fecerit aufpicium

Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omifit;


but much inferior to the elegance of the original,

Cui fi vitiofa Libido

which alluding to the religious manners of that time, no modern imitation can reach.

VER. 155. They change their weekly Barber, etc.] Thefe fix

Away, away! take all your scaffolds down, "For Snug's the word: Mydear! we'll live in Town." At am'rous Flavio is the ftocken thrown?


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That very night he longs to lie alone.



'The Fool, whose Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter,
For matrimonial folace dies a martyr.
Did ever TM Proteus, Merlin, any witch,
Transform themselves fo ftrangely as the Rich?
Well,but the Poor--The Poor have the fame itch;
They change their weekly Barber, weekly News,
Prefer a new Japanner, to their shoes, 156
Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and run
(They know not whither) in a Chaise and one;
They hire their fculler, and when once aboard,
Grow fick, and damn the climate-like a Lord. 160
¶ You laugh, half Beau, half Sloven if I stand,
My wig all powder, and all snuff my band;
You laugh, if coat and breeches strangely vary,
White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary!
But when no Prelate's Lawn with hair-fhirt lin'd,
Is half fo incoherent as my Mind,



lines much more fpirited than the original. In Horace, the people's inconftancy of temper is fatirized, only in a fimple ex

'Aeftuat, et vitae difconvenit ordine toto;

* Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis?

Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides,

Nec medici credis, nec curatoris egere

A praetore dati; rerum' tutela mearum

Cum fis, et prave fectum ftomacheris ob unguem,

De te pendentis, te refpicientis amici,

Ad fummam, fapiens uno y minor est Jove,



*Liber, honoratus, pulcher, rex denique regum;


Praecipue fanus, nifi cum pituita molesta est,


pofure of the cafe. Here the ridicule on the folly is heightened by an humourous picture of the various objects of that inconstancy.

VER. 182. when plunder'd] i, e. By the Public; which has

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When (each opinion with the next at ftrife,
One ebb and flow of follies all my life)
I'plant, root up; I build, and then confound;
Turn round to fquare, and fquare again to round;"
▾ You never change one muscle of your face, 171
You think this Madness but a common cafe,
Nor" once to Chanc'ry, nor to Hale apply;
Yet hang your lip, to fee a Seam awry!
Careless how ill I with myfelf agree,
Kind to my dress, my figure, not to Me.
Is this my * Guide, Philosopher, and Friend?
This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend ;
Who ought to make me (what he can, or none,)
That Man divine whom Wisdom calls her own;
Great without Title, without Fortune blefs'd; 181
Rich' ev'n when plunder'd, honour'd while op-

Lov'd' without youth, and follow'd without pow'r;
At home, tho' exil'd; free, tho' in the Tower;
In fhort, that reas'ning, high, immortal Thing, 185
Juft less than Jove, and much above a King,
Nay, half in heav'n---' except (what's mighty odd)
A Fit of Vapours clouds this Demy-God?




rarely her revenge on her plunderers; and when he has, more rarely knows how to use it.

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