You laugh, if coat and breeches strangely vary, White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary! But when 'no Prelate's Lawn with hair-shirt lin'd, Is half fo incoherent as my Mind, 166 When (each opinion with the next at strife, Kind to my dress, my figure, not to Me. 175 Is this my Guide, Philofopher, 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 bless'd; Richev'n when plunder'd, honour'd while opprefs'd; 182 Lov'd a without youth, and follow'd without pow'r ; At home, tho' exil'd; 'free, tho' in the Tow'r; In short, that reas'ning, high, immortal Thing, Juft lefs than Jove, and much above a King, 186 Nay, half in heav'n--- except (what's mighty odd) A Fit of Vapours clouds this Demy-God. EPISTOLA VI. N IL admirari, prope res eft una, Numici, Hunc folem, et ftellas, et decedentia certis H NOTES. VER. 3. dear MURRAY,] This piece is the most finished of all his Imitations, and executed in the high manner the Italian Painters call con amare. By which they mean, the exertion of that principle, which puts the faculties on the ftretch, and produces the fupreme degree of excellence. For the Poet had all the warmth of affection for the great Lawyer to whom it is addreffed: and, indeed, no man ever more deferved to have a Poet for his friend. In the obtaining of which, as neither vanity, party, nor fear, had any share, (which gave birth to the attachments of many of his noble Acquaintance) fo he supported his title to it by all the good offices of a generous and true Friendship. VER. 4. Creech.] From whofe Tranflation of Horace the two first lines are taken. VER. 6. Stars that rife and fall,] The Original is "-decedentia certis "Tempora momentis;" P. which words fimply and literally fignify, the change of seasons. But this change being confidered as an object of admiration, EPISTLE VI. To Mr. MURRAY. "NOT to admire, is all the Art I know, To make men happy, and to keep "them fo." (Plain Truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flow'rs of fpeech, So take it in the very Words of Creech.) "This Vault of Air, this congregated Ball, 5 Self-center'd Sun, and Stars that rife and fall, There are, my Friend! whose philofophic eyes Look thro', and truft the Ruler with his Skies, To him commit the Hour, the Day, the Year, And view this dreadful All without a fear. IO с NOTES. his imitator has judiciously expressed it in the more fublime figurative terms of "Stars that rife and fall," by whose courses the feasons are marked and diftinguished. VER. 8.-trust the Ruler with his fkies,To him commit the Hour,] Our Author, in these imitations, has been all along careful to correct the loofe morals, and abfurd theology of his Original. VER. 10. And view this dreadful All without a fear.] He has added this idea to his text; and it greatly heightens the |