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Coena defurgat dubia? quin corpus onustum Hesternis vitiis animum quoque praegravat una, Atque affigit humo divinae particulam aurae. * Alter, ubi dicto citius curata sopori Membra dedit, vegetus praefcripta ad munia furgit. * Hic tamen ad melius poterit transcurrere quondam ; Sive diem festum rediens advexerit annus,

Seu recreare volet tenuatum corpus: ubique

Accedent anni, et tractari mollius aetas
Imbecilla volet. 1 Tibi quidnam accedet ad iftam,
Quam puer et validus praefumis, mollitiem; seu
Dura valetudo inciderit, seu tarda senectus?

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* Rancidum aprum antiqui laudabant: non quia nafus Illis nullus erat; fed, credo, hac mente, quod hofpes Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam

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VER. 80. The Soul fubfides, and wickedly inclines To Seem but mortol, ev'n in found Divines.) Horace was an Epicurean, and laughed at the immortality of the foul. He therefore describes that languor of the mind proceed ing from intemperance, on the idea, and in the terms of Plato,

affigit bumo divinae particulam aurae. To this his ridicule is pointed. Our Poet, with more so briety and judgment, has turned the ridicule, from the Doctrine, which he believed, upon those Preachers of it, whose feasts and compotations in Taverns did not edify

What life in all that ample body, fay?
What heav'nly particle inspires the clay?
The Soul fubfides, and wickedly inclines
To seem but mortal, ev'n in found Divines.

• On morning wings how active springs the Mind

That leaves the load of yesterday behind?

How easy ev'ry labour it pursues?
How coming to the Poet ev'ry Mufe??
h Not but we may exceed, some holy time,
Or tir'd in fearch of Truth, or search of Rhyme;
Ill health some just indulgence may engage,
And more the sickness of long life, Old age;
i For fainting Age what cordial drop remains,
If our intemp'rate Youth the veffel drains?

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* Our fathers prais'd rank Ven'son. You suppose Perhaps, young men! our fathers had no nose. Not fo: a Buck was then a week's repast,

And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it laft; 100 More pleas'd to keep it till their friends should come Than eat the sweetest by themselves at home.

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him: and fo has added furprizing humour and spirit to the easy elegance of the Original.

VER. 82. On morning wings etc.) Much happier and nobler than the Original.

VER. 87. Ortir'd in search of Truth, or search of Rhyme.) A fine ridicule on the extravagance of human pursuits; where the most trifling and most important concerns of life succeed one another, indifferently.

Integrum edax dominus confumeret. hos utinam

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Heroas natum tellus me prima tulisset.
Das aliquid famae, quae carmine gratior aurem
Occupet humanam? grandes rhombi, patinaeque
Grande ferunt una cum damno dedecus. adde
• Iratum patruum, vicinos, te tibi iniquum,
Et fruftra mortis cupidum, cum deerit egenti
As, laquei pretium.

9 Jure, inquit, Traufius iftis

Jurgatur verbis: ego vectigalia magna,

Divitiasque habeo tribus amplas regibus. Ergo,
Quod fuperat, non est melius quo insumere poffis?
Cur eget indignus quisquam, te divite? quare

s Templa ruunt antiqua Deûm? cur, improbe, carae

Non aliquid patriae tanto emetiris acervo ?
Uni nimirum tibi recte semper erunt res?

NOTES.

VER. 128. As M**o's was, etc.] I think this light ftroke of fatire ill placed ; and hurts the dignity of the

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1 Why had not I in those good times my birth, 'Ere coxcomb-pyes or coxcombs were on earth ? Unworthy he, the voice of Fame to hear, m That sweetest music to an honest ear; (For 'faith, Lord Fanny! you are in the wrong, The world's good word is better than a fong) Who has not learn'd, " fresh sturgeon and ham-pye

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Are no rewards for want, and infamy!
When Luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf,
Curs'd be thy neighbours, thy trustees, thyself,
To friends, to fortune, to mankind a shame,
Think how pofterity will treat thy name;
And buy a rope, that future times may tell
Thou hast at least bestow'd one penny well.
9" Right, cries his Lordship, for a rogue in need

"To have a Taste is insolence indeed :

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" In me 'tis noble, suits my birth and state,
" My wealth unwieldy, and my heap too great."
Then, like the Sun, let Bounty spread her ray, 121
And shine that superfluity away.

Oh Impudence of wealth! with all thy store,
How dar'st thou let one worthy man be poor?
Shall half the new-built churches round thee fall?
Make Keys, build Bridges, or repair White-hall :
Or to thy Country let that heap be lent,
As M**o's was, but not at five per cent.

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preceding morality. Horace was very ferious, and properly so, when he faid,

O magnus pofthac inimicis risus ! uterne

Ad cafus dubios fidet fibi certius? hic, qui Pluribus assuerit mentem corpusque superbum;

An qui contentus parvo metuensque futuri,

In pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello?

v Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus

Ofellum

Integris opibus novi non latius ufum,
Quam nunc accifis. Videas, metato in agello,

Cum pecore et gnatis, fortem mercede colonum,
Non ego, narrantem, temere edi luce profesta
Quidquam, praeter * olus fumofae cum pede pernae.
Ac mihi feu longum poft tempus venerat hofpes,
Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem
Vicinus; bene erat, non piscibus urbe petitis,
Sed pullo atque hoeda: tum 2 penfilis uva fecundas

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cur, Imprabe! carae

Non aliquid patriae tanto emetiris acervo, He remembered, and hints with just indignation, at those luxurious Patricians of his old party; who, when they had agreed to establish a fund in the cause of Freedom, under the conduct of Brutus, could never be perfuaded to withdraw from their expensive pleasures what was sufficient for the support of so great a cause. He had prepared his

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