But grave Epiftles, bringing Vice to light,
Such as a King might read, a Bishop write,
Such as Sir ROBERT Would

approve

F. Indeed?

151

then proceed;

The Cafe is alter'd --- you may
In fuch 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 Auguftus 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.

SATIRA II.

parvo,

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

Q

d

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

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. BETHEL

WHAT,

HAT, and how great, the Virtue and the Art To live on little with a chearful heart; (A doctrine fage, but truly none of mine) Let's talk, my friends, but talk before we dine.

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5

you

Not when a gilt Buffet's reflected pride Turns from found Philofophy afide; Not when from plate to plate your eyeballs roll, And the brain dances to the mantling bowl.

Hear BETHEL's Sermon, one not vers'd in fchools, But strong in sense, and wife without the rules. I o h Go work, hunt, exercife! (he thus began) Then scorn a homely dinner, if

you can.

Your wine lock'd up, your Butler stroll'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 addressed.