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Who to the dean and silver bell can swear,

Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, And sees at Cannons what was never there ; 300 Sappho can tell you how this man was bit : Who reads but with a lust to misapply,

This dreaded sat rist Dennis will confess 370 Make satire a lampoon, and fiction lie.

Foe to his pride but friend to his distress : A lash like mine no honest man shall dread, So humble, he has knock'd at Tibbald's door, But all such babbling blockheads in his stead. Has drunk with Cibber, nay has rhym'd for Moor.

Let Sporus tremble—A. What? that thing of silk, Full ten years slander'd, did he once reply? Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk?

Three thousand suns went down on Welsted's lie. Satire of sense, alas! can Sporus feel?

To please bis mistress one aspers'd his life; Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ?

He lash'd him not, but let her be his wife : P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, Let Budgell charge low Grub-street on his quill, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings ; And write u hate'er he pleas’d, except his will ; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys,

311 Let the two Curlls of town and court, abuse 380 Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : His father, mother, body, soul, and Muse. So well-bred spaniels civilly delight

Yet why? that father held it for a rule, In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. It was a sin to call our neighbour fool : Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,

That harmless mother thought no wife a whore: As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Hear this and spare his family, James Moore; Whether in forid impotence he speaks,

Unspotted names, and memorable long;
And as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; If there be force in virtue, or in song,
Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad,

Of gentle blood (part shed in Honour's cause,
Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, 320 While yet in Britain Honour had applause)
In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies,

Each parent sprung-4. What fortune, pray?Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.

P. Their own,

390 His wit all see-saw, between that and this, And better got, than Bestia's from the throne. Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, And he hiinself one vile Antithesis.

Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Amphibious thing! that, acting either part, Stianger to civil and religious rage, The trifling head! or the corrupted heart,

The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. Fop at the toilet, flatterer at the board,

No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Now trips a lady, and now struts a lord.

Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie. Eve's tempter thus the Rabbins have exprest, 330 Inlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art, A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest.

No language, but the language of the heart. Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will By nature honest, by experience wise ; 400 trust,

Healthy by temperance, and by exercise ; Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. His life, though long, to sickness past unknown, Not fortune's sorshipper, nor Fashion's fool,

His death was instant, and without a groan. Not Lucre's madman, nor Ambition's tool,

O grant me thus to live, and thus to die ! Not proud, nor servile; be one poet's praise, Who sprung from kings shall know less joy than I. That, if he pleas'd, he pleas'd by manly ways: O friend! may each domestic bliss be thine ! That flattery, ev'n to kings, he held a shame, Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : And thought a lie in verse or prose the saine;

Mp, let the tender office long engage,

410 That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, 340 To rock the cradle of reposing age, But stuop'd to Truth, and moraliz'd his song :

With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, That not for fame, but Virtue's better end, Make languor smile, a d smooth the bed of death, He stood the furious foe, the timid friend,

Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, The damning critic, half-approving wit,

And keep a while one parent from the sky! The coxcomb bit, or fearing to be hit ;

On cares like these if length of days attend, Laugh'd at the loss of friends he never had,

May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend, The dull, the proud, the wicked, and the mad;

Preserve hini social, cheerful, and serene, The distant threats of vengeance on his head,

And just as rich as when be servd a queen! The blow unfelt, the tear he never shed;

A. Whether that blessings,be deny'd or given, The tale reviv'd, the lie so oft o'erthrown, 350 Thus far was right, the rest belongs to Heaven, Th’imputed trash, and dulness not his own; The morals blacken'd when the writings 'scape, The libel'd person and the pictur'd shape;

Ver. 368, in the MS. Abuse, on all he lov'd, or lov'd him, spread,

Once, and but once, his heedless youth was bit, A friend in exile, or a father deal;

And lik'd that dangerous thing, a feinale wit; 'The whisper, that, to greatness still too near, Safe as he thought, though all the prudent chid; Perhaps, yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear

Ile writ, o libels, but my lady did :
Welcome for thee, fair Virtue! all the past : Great odds in amorous or poetic game,
For thee, fair Virtue! welcome ev'n the last ! Where woman's is the sin, and man's the shame,

A. But why insult the poor, affront the great?
P: A kvave's a knave, to me, in every state : [360 After ver. 405, in the MS.
Alike my scorn, if he succeed or fail,

And of anyself, too, sonicthing inust I say? Sporus at court, or Japhet in a jail;

Take then this verse, the tritle of a lay. A hireling scribbler, or a hireling peer,

And if it live, it lives but to command Kniglit of the post corrupt, or of the shire;

The man whose heart has ne'er forgot a friend, If on a pillor y or near a throne,

Or head, an author; critic, yet polite, He gain bis prince's ear, or lose bis own.

And friend to learning, yet too wise to write.


Besides, he deemed it more modest to give the name of imitations to his satire, than, like Despréaux, to give the name of satires to imitations.







The occasion of publishing these imitations was
the clamour raised on some of my epistles. An

P. There are (I scarce can think it, but am tolds answer from Horace was both more full, and of

There are, to whom my satire seems too bold : more dignity, than any I could have made in my

Scarce to wise Peter cornplaisant enough, own person ; and the example of much greater

And something said of Chartres much too rough. freedom in so eminent a divine as Dr. Donne,

The lines are weak, apother's pleas'd to say, seemed a proof with wliat indignation and con

Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.

awe, tempt a Christian may treat vice or folly, in Timorous by nature, of the rich ever so low, or ever so high a station. Both these I come to council learned in the law: authors were acceptable to the princes and mi

You'll give me, like a friend both sage and free, nisters under whom they lived. The satires of Advice; and (as you use) without a fee.

F. * I'd write no more.
Dr. Donne I versified, at the desire of the earl of
Oxford while he was lord treasurer, and of the

P. Not write? but then I think, duke of Shrewsbury, who had been secretary of

5 And for my soul I cannot sleep a wink. state: neither of whom looked upon a satire on

I nod in company, I wake at night, vicious courts as any reflection on those they

Fools rush into my head, and so I write. served in. And indeed there is not in the world why, if the nights seem tedious—take a wife :

F. You could not do a worse thing for your life. a greater crrour, than that which fools are so apt to fall into, and knaves with good reason to en

6 Or rather truly, if your point be rest, courage, the mistaking a satirist for a libeller ;

Lettuce and cowslip wine; Probatum est. whereas to a true satirist nothing is so odious as a

But talk with Celsus, Celsus will advise libeller, for the same reason as to a man truly Hartshorn, or something that shall close your eyes. virtuous nothing is so hateful as a hypocrite.

? Or, if you needs must write, write Cæsar's praise,

You'll gain at least a knighthood, or the bays. Uni æquus virtuti atque ejus amicise

P. What? like sir Richard, rumbling, rough,

and fierce,

With arms and George and Brunswick crowd the Whoever expects a paraphrase of Horace, or a

verse, faithful copy of his genius, or manner of writing, Rend with tremendous sound your ears asunder, in these imitations, will be much disappointed.

With gun, drum, trumpet, blunderbuss, and thunOur author uses the Roman poet for little more

der ? than his canvas : and if the old design or colour-Or nobly wild, with Budgell's fire and force, ing chance to suit his purpose, it is well; if not, Paint angels trembling round his falling horse? he employs his own, without scruple or ceremony.

F. 19 Then all your Muse's softer art display, Hence it is, he is so frequently serious where Ho. Let Carolina smooth the tuneful lay, race is in jest, and at ease where Horace is disturbed. In a word, he regulates his movements

HORATIUS. TREBATIUS. no further on his original, than was necessary for his concurrence in promoting their common plan of reformation of manners.

Sunt quibus in satira videar niinis acer, et ultra Had it been his purpose merely to paraphrase Legem tendere opus: sine nervis altera, quidquid an ancient satirist, he had hardly made choice of Composui, pars esse putat, similesque ineorum

Mille die versus deduci posse. 3 Trebati, Horace; with whom, as a poet, he held little in

Quid faciam ? præscribe. common, besides a comprehensive knowledge of

T. * Quiescas. life and manners, and a certain curious felicitr of

H. Ne faciam, inquis, expression, which consists in using the simplest

Omnino versus ? language with dignity, and the most ornamented

T. Aio. with ease. For the rest, his harmony and strength

H. Peream male, si non of numbers, his forec and splendour of colouring,

verum nequeo dorinire. his gravity and sublimity of sentiment, would have Optimum erat:

T. 6 Ter uncti rather led him to another model. Nor was bis

Transnanto Tiberim, somno quibus est opus alto; temper less unlike that of Horace, than his talents. What Horace would only smile at, - Mr. Pope Irrigung ve mero sub noctem corpus habento. would treat with the grave severity of Persius ; Cæsaris invicti res dicere, • multa laborum

Aut si tantus amor scribendi te rapit, aude and what Mr. Pope would strike with the caristic

Præmia laturus. lightning of Juvenal, Horace would content him

H. Cupilum, patcr optime, vires self in turning into ridicule.

Do ficiunt: ' neque enim quivis horrentia pilis If it be asked then, why he took any body at

Aginina, nec fracta pereuntes cuspide gallos, all to imitate, he has informed us in his adver

Aut labentis equo describat vulnrra Parthi. ti ement : To which we may adil, that this sort

T. Attamen et justum poteras et scribere fortem, of initations, which are of tive nature of parodies. Scipiadam ut sapiens Lucilius. adds reflected grace and splendour on original wit.

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Lull with Amelia's liquid name the Nine,

I only wear it in a land of Hectors, And sweetly flow through all the royal line. Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors.

P. 1 Alas! few verses touch their nicer ear; 2 Save but our army! and let Jore incrust They scarce can bear their laureat twice a year; Swords, pikes, and guns, with everlasting rust! And justly Cæsar scorns the poet's lays,

3 Peace is my dear delight--not Fleury's more: It is to history he trusts for praise.

But touch me, and no minister so sore.
F. ? Better be Cibber, I'll maintain it still, Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Than ridicule all taste, blaspheme quadrille, * Slides into verse, and hitches-in a rhyme,
Abuse the city's best good men in metre,

Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And laugh at peers that put their trust in Peter. And the sad burthen of some merry song. 3 Ev'n those you touch not, hate you.

5 Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage;
P. What should ail 'em ? Hard words or hanging, if your judge be Page.
F. A hundred smart in Timon and in Balaam : From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate,
The fewer still you name, you wound the 'nore; P-x'd by her love, or libell'd by her hate.
Bond is but one, but Harpax is a score.

• Its proper power to hurt, each creature feels; P. 4 Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny Bulls aim their horns, and asses lift their heels; Scarsdale his bottle, Darty his ham-pye;

'Tis a bear's talent not to kick, but hug ; Ridotta sips and dances, till she see

And no man wonders he's not stung by pug. The doubling lustres dance as fast as she;

? So drink with Walters, or with Chartres eat, SF- loves the senate, Hockley hole his brother, They'll never poison you, they'll only cheat. Like in all else, as one egg to another.

8 Then, learned sir! (to cut the matter short) • I love to pour out all myself, as plain

Whate'er iny fate, or well or ill at court;
As downright Shippen, or as old Montagne : Whether old-age, with faint but cheerful ray,
In them, as certain to be lov'd as seen,

Attends to gild the evening of my day,
The soul stood forth, nor kept a thought within ; Or Death's black wing already be display'd,
In me what spots (for spots I have) appear, To wrap me in the universal shade;
Will prove at least the medium must be clear. Whether the darken'd room to muse invite,
In this impartial glass, my Muse intends

Or whiten'd wall provoke the skewer to write: Fair to expose myself, my foes, my friends; In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Publish the present age; but where my text 9 Like Lee or Budgell, I will rhyme and print. Is vice too high, reserve it for the next :

F. 1oAlas, young man! your days can ne'er be long, My foes shall wish my life a longer date,

In flower of age you perish for a song ! And every friend the less lament my fate.

Plums and directors, Shylock and his wife, My head and beart thus flowing through my quill, Will club their te ters, now, to take your life! ? Verseman or proseman, term me what

P." What? arm’d for Virtue when I point the pen, Papist or Protestant, or both between,

Brand the bold front of shameless guilty men; Like good Erasmus in an honest mean,

Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car; In moderation placing all my glory,

Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star; While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory. Can there be wanting, to defend her cause,

8 Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet Lights of the church, or guardians of the laws ? To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet ;

Could pension'd Boileau lash in honest strain
Flatterers and bigots ev'n in Louis' reign?

Could laureate Dryden pimp and friar engage, Cum res ipsa feret : ' nisi dextro tempore, Flacci

Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage ? Verba per attentam non ibunt Cæsaris aurem : Cui male si palpere, recalcitrat undique tutus. T. 2 Quanto rectius hoc, quam tristi lædere versu 1 Tutus ab infestis latronibus ? ? () pater et rex Pantolabnm scurram, Nomentanumve nepotem ? Jupiter, ut pertat positum rubigine telum, Cum sibi quisque timet, quanquam est intactus, et Nec quisquam noceat ' cupido inihi pacis! at ille, odit.

Qui me commorit, (melius non tangere, clamo) H. * Quid faciam? saltat Milonius, ut semel icto * Flebit, et insignis tota cantabitur urbe. Accessit servor capiti, numerusque lucernis.

5 Cervius iratus leyes minitatur et urnam; Castor gaudet equis; ovo prognatus eodem, Canidia Albutí, quibus est inimica, venenum; Pugnis. quot capitum vivunt, totidem studiorum Crande malum Turius, si quid se judice certis : Millia. “me pedibus delectat claudere verba, "It, quo quisque valet, suspectos terreat, utque Lucili ritu, nostrúm melioris utroque.

Imperitet hoc natura potens, sic collige mecum. llle velut fidis arcana sodalibus olim

Dente lupus, cornu taurus petit ; unde nisi intus Credebat libris ; neque, si male gesserat, usquam

Monstratum? Servæ vivacem crede nepoti Decurrens alio, neque si bene; quo fit, ut omnis Matrem ; nil faciet sceleris pia dextra (mirum? Votiva pateat veluti descripta tabella

l't neque calce lupus quemquam, neque dente petit Vita senis. sequor hunc, 'Lucanus an Appulus, an- Sed mala tollet anum vitiato melle cicuta. (bos) ceps :

3 Ne longum faciam : seu me tranquilla senectus [Nam Venusidus arat finem sub utrumque colonus, Expectat, seu Mors atris cirenin solat alis; Missus ad hoc, pulsis (vetus est ut fama) Sabellis; | Dives, inops; Romæ, seu fors ita jusserit, exsul; Quo ne per vacuum Romano incurreret hostis ; Quisquis erit vitæ, scribam, color. Sive quod Appula gens, seu quod Lucania bellum

T. 10 O puer, ut sis
Incuteret violentaj : sed hic stylos hand petet ultro Vitalis metno ; et majorum ne quis amicus
Quemquam animantenn, et me veluti custodiet Frigore te feriat.

H. 11 Quid ? cum est Lucilius ausus Vagina tectus, quem cur destringere coner, Primus in hunc operis componere carmina morem.

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And I not 'strip the gilding off a knave,
Unplac'd, unpension’d, no man's heir or slave?

I will, or perish in the generous cause :
Hear this, and tremble! you, who 'scape the laws.
Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave

What, and how great, the virtue and the art Shall walk the world in credit, to his grave.

To live on little with a cheerful heart; 2 To Virtue only and her friends a friend,

(A doctrine sage, but truly none of mine) The world beside may murmur or commend.

let's talk, my friends, but talk 'before we dinc. Know, all the distant din that world can keep,

Not when a gilt buffet's reflected pride Rolls o'er my grotto, and but sonths my sleep. 3 There, my retreat the best companions grace,

Turns you from sound philosophy aside ;

Not when from plate to plate your eye-balls roll, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place.

And the brain dances to the mantling bowl. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl

Hear Bethel's sermon, one not vers'd in schools, The feast of reason and the flow of soul :

But strong in sense, and wise without the rules. And he, whose lightning pierc'd th' Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines; Then scorn a homely dinner, if you can.

6 Go work, hunt, exercise! (he thus began) Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain,

? Your wine lock'd up, your butler stroll'd abroad, Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain.

Or fish deny'd (the river yet unthawid), * Envy must own, I live among the great,

If then plain bread and milk will do the feat, No pimp of pleasure, and no spy of state ;

The pleasure lies in you, and not the meat. With eyes that pry not, tongue that ne'er repeats ;

* Preach as I please, I doubt our curious men Fond to spread friendships, but to cover heats;

Will chuse a pheasant still before a hen; To help who want, to forward who excel;

Yet hens of Guinea full as good I hold, This, all who know me, know; who love me, tell ;

Except you eat the feathers green and gold. And who unknown defame me, let them be

"Of carps and mullets why prefer the great, Scribblers or peers, alike are mob to me.

(Though cut in pieces are my lord can eat) This is my plea, on this I rest my cause

Yet for small turbots such esteem profess? What saith my council, learned in the laws ?

Because God made these large, the other less. F. Your plea is good ; but still I say, beware! Laws are explain'd by men--so have a care. It stands on record, that in Richard's times

SATIRA II. A man was hang'd for very honest rhymes;

| Quæ virtus et quanta, boni, sit vivere parvo, ? Consult the statute, “ quart.” I think, it is,

(Nec meus hic serino: sed qua præcepit Ofelus, “Edwardi sext." prim. et quint. Eliz.”

Rusticus, ' abnormis sapiens, crassaque Minerva) See libels, satires-hore vou have it-read.

Discite, non inter lances mensasque nitentes; P. : Ljbels and satires ! lawless things indeed !

Cum stupet insanis acies fulgoribus, et cum
But grave epistles, bringing vice to light,

Acclinis falsis animus meliora recusat:
Such as a king might read, a bishop write,
Such as sir Robert would approve-

5 Veruin hic impransi mecum disquirite. Cur hoc? F. Indeed!

Dicam, si potero, male verum examinat omnis

Corruptus judex.Leporum sectatus, equove The case is alter'd-you may then proceed;

Lassus ab indomito; vel (si Romana fatigat ? In such a case the plaintiff

' will be hiss'd,

Militia assuetum græcari) seu pila velox, My lords the judges laugh, and you're dismiss'd.

Molliter austeron studio fallente laborem; Detrahere et pellem, nitidus qua quisque per ora Seu te discus agit, pete cedentem aëra disco: . Cederet, introrsum turpis ; num Lælius, aut qui Cum labor extulerit fastidia ; siccus, inanis, Duxit ab oppressa meritum Carthagine nomen, Sperne cibum vilem : nisi Hymettia mella Falerno, Ingenio offensi? aut læso doluere Metello,

Ne biberis, diluta. 'foris est promus, et atrum Famosisque lupo cooperto versibus ? atqui Defendens pisces biemat mare: cum sale panis Primores populi arripuit, populumque tributim; Latrantem stomachum bene leniet, unde putas, aut Scilicet ? uni æquus virtuti atque ejus amicis. Qui partum ? non in caro nidore voluptas 3 Qnin ubi se a vulgo et scena in secreta remorant Summa, sed in teipso est. tu palmentaria quære Virtus Scipiadæ et mitis sapientia Læli,

Sudando. pinguem vitiis albumque neque ostrea, Nugari cum illo, et discincti ludere, donec Nec scarus, aut pcterit peregrina juvare lagois. Decoqueretur olus, soliti.

: Vix tamen eripiam, posito pavone, velis quin Quidquid sum ego, quamvis Hoc potius quam gallina tergere palatum ? Infra Lucili censum, ingeniunque; tamen me Corruptus vanis reruin : quia veneat auro

Cum magnis vixisse invita fatebitur nsque Rara avis, ct picta pandat spectacula cauda : (ista, Invidia ; et fragili quærens illidere dentein, Tamquam ad rem attiv-at quidquam. Nuin vesceris Offendet solido:

Quam laudas, pluma? coctove num adest honor s nisi quid tu, docte Trebati,

idem? Dissentis.

Carne tamen quamvis distat nihil hac, magis illa ; T. Equidem nihil hinc diffingere possum. Imparibus formis deceptum te patet, esto. Sed tamen ut monitus caveas, ne forte negoti T'nde datum sentis, lupus hic, Tiberinus, an alto Incutiat tibi quid sanctarum inscitia legun : Captus hiet? pontesne ister jactatus, an amnis

s? Si mala condiderit in quem quis carmina, jus Ostia sub Tusci? jaudas, insane, trilibrem Judiciumque."

[est Millum; in singula quem minuas pulinenta necesse H. Esto si quis 8 mala : sed bona si quis Ducit te species, viileo, quo pertinet ergo [est. Judice condiderit landatur Cæsare. si quis

Proceros oulisse lupos ? quia scilicet illis Opprobriis dignum laceraverit, integer ipse. Majoreon Natura molum dedit, his breve pondus T. ? Solventur risu tabulæ : tu missus abibis. Jejunus raro stomachus vulgaria temnit.




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"Oldfield with more than harpy throat endued, Nor lets, like 'Nævius, every errour pass,
Cries, “ Send me gods! a whole hog barbecued !” The musty wine, foul cloth, or greasy glass.
Oh blast it, 2 south-winds! till a stench exhale ? Now hear what blessings Temperance can bring :
Rank as the ripeness of a rabbit's tail.

(Thus said our friend, and what he said I sing)
By what criterion do you eat, d'ye think, 3 First Health : The stomach (cramm'd from every
If this is priz'd for sweetness, that for stink? A tomb of boil'd and roast, and flesh and fish, [dish,
When the tir'd glutton labours through a treat, Where bile, and wind, and phlegin, and acid jar,
He finds no relish in the sweetest meat,

And all the man is one intestine war) He calls for something bitter, something sour, Pemembers oft * the schoolboy's simple fare, And the rich feast concludes extremely poor: The temperate sleeps, and spirits light as air.

Cheap eggs, and herbs, and olives, still we see; How pale, each worshipful and reverend guest Thus much is left of old simplicity!

Rise from a clergy, or a city feast ! * The robin-red-breast till of late had rest,

What life in all that ample body, say? And children sacred held a martin's nest,

What heavenly particle inspires the clay? Till beccaficos sold so dev'lish dear

The soul subsides, and wickedly inclines To one that was, or would have been, a peer. To seem but mortal, ev'n in sound divines. Let me extol a cat on oysters fed,

. On morning wings how active springs the mind I'll have a party at the Bedford-head ;

That leaves the load of yesterday behind !
Or er'n to crack live crawfish recommend ; How easy every labour it pursues !
I'd never doubt at court to make a friend.

How coming to the poet every Muse!
6 'Tis yet in vain, I own, to keep a pother : Not but we may exceed, some holy time,
About one vice, and fall into the other :

Or tir'd in search of truth, or search of rhyme ; Between excess and famine lies a mean,

Ill health some just indulgence may engage;. Plain, but not sordid ; though not splendid, clean. And more the sickness of long life, old age; ? Avidien, or his wife, (no matter which,

* For fainting age what cordial «lrop remains, For him you'll call a 8 dog, and her a bitch) If our intemperate youth the vessel drains ? Sell their presented partridges and fruits,

• Our fathers prais'd rank ven'son. You sappose, And humbly live on rabbits, and on roots : Perhaps, young men ! our fathers had no nose.

One half-pint bottle serves them both to dine, Not so: a buck was then a week's repast,
And is at once their vinegar and wine.

And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last;
But on some 1° lucky day (as when they found More pleas'd to keep it till their friends could come,
A lost Bank bill, or heard their son was drown'd), Than eat the sweetest by themselves at home.
At such a feast, " old vinegar to spare,

10 Why had not I in those good times my birth, Is what two souls so generous cannot bear: Ere coxcomb pyes or coxcombs were on Earth? Oil, though it stink, they drop by drop impart, Unworthy he, the voice of Fame to hear, But sowse the cabbage with a bounteous heart.. il That sweetest music to an honest ear;

12 He knows to live, who keeps the middle state, (For 'faith lord Fanny! you are in the wrong, And neither leans on this side, nor on that ; The world's good word is better than a song) Nor is stops, for one bad cork, his butler's pay, Who has not learn'd,"fresh sturgeon and hamn-pye Swears, like Albutius, a good cook away;

Are no rewards for want and infamy! Porrectum magno magnum spectare catino Sævus erit: nec sic ut simplex ' Nævius, un tam Vellem, ait Harpyiis gula digna rapacibus. At vos, Convivis præbebit aquam: vitium hoc quoque ? Præsentes Austri, coquite horum opsonia; quam

magnum. quam

2 Accipe nunc, victus tenuis quæ quantaque secum Putet aper rhombusque recens, mala copia quando Afferat. In primis valeas bene ; nam variæ res Ægrum sollicitat stomachum; cum rapula plenus Ut noceant homini, credas, memor illius escæ, Atque acidas mavult inulas. ' necdum omnis abacta Quæ simplex olim," tibi sederit. at simul assis Pauperies epulis regum: nam vilibus ovis

Miscueris elixa, simul conchylia turdis; Nigrisque est oleis hodie locus. Haud ita pridem Dulcia se in bilem vertent, stomachoque tumultum Galloni præconis erat accipensere mensa

Lenta feret pituita. 5 Vides, ut pallidus omnis Infamis. quid ? tum rhombus minus æquora alebant? Cæna desurgat dubia ? quin corpus onustum * Tutus erat rhombus, tutoque ciconia nido, Hesternis vitiis animum quoque prægravat una, Donec vos auctor docuit prætorius. ergo

Atyne affigit humo divinae particulam auræ. 5 Si quis nunc mergos suaves edixerit assos,

• Alter, ubi dicto citius curata sopori Parebit parvi docilis Romana juventus.

Membra dedit, vegetus præscripta ad munia surgit. 6 Sordidus a tenui victus distabit, Ofello : Hic tamen ad melius poterit transcurrere quondam; Judice : nam frustra vitium vitaveris istud,

Sive diem festum rediens advexerit angus, Si te alio pravus detorseris. ? Avidienus,

Seu recreare volet tenuatum corpus : ubique : Cui Canis ex vero ductun cognomen adhæret, Accedent anni, et tractari mollins ætas Quinquennes oleas est, et sylvestria corna ; Imbecilla volet. & Tibi quidnam accedet ad istam,

Ac, nisi mutatum, parcit defundere vinum; et Quam puer et validus præsumis, mollitiem; seu Cujus odorem olei nequeas perterre (licebit Dura valetudo inciderit, seu tarda senectus? (nasus Ille repotia, natales, aliasque dierum

9 Rancidum aprum antiqui laudabant: non quia 10 Festos albatus celebret) cornu ipse bilibri Illis nullus erat; sed, credo, hac mente, quocl hospis Caulibus instillat, 1 veteris non parcus aceti. Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam

Quali igitur vietu sapiens utetur, et horum Integram edax dominus consumeret,'hos utinam l'trum imitabitur? hac urget lupus, baccanis, aiunt, | Heroas natum tellus me prima tulisset. [inter 12 Mundus erit, qua non offen tai sordibus, atque " Das aliquid famæ, quæ carmine gratior aurem In neutram partem cultus miser. 'Hic neque servis Occupet huinanam? grandes rhombi, patinaque Albutí senis exemplo, duin munia didit,

Grande ferunt una cum damno dedecus. adde







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