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Our fathers prais'd rank Ven'son. You suppose
Perhaps, young men! our fathers had no nose.
Not so a Buck was then a week's repast,
And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last;
More pleas'd to keep it till their friends could




Than eat the sweetest by themselves at home.
'Why had not I in those good times my birth,
Ere coxcomb-pies or coxcombs were on earth?
Unworthy he the voice of Fame to hear,
mThat sweetest music to an honest ear
(For 'faith, Lord Fanny! you are in the wrong,
The world's good word is better than a song),
Who has not learn'd, "fresh sturgeon and ham-pie
Are no rewards for want and infamy!
When Luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf,
Curs'd by thy neighbours, thy trustees, thyself,
To friends, to fortune, to mankind, a shame,
Think how posterity will treat thy name;
And buy a rope that future times may tell
Thou hast at least bestow'd one penny well.



"Right," cries his Lordship, "for a rogue in need

To have a Taste is insolence indeed:

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,
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 Whitehall:

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'O magnus posthac inimicis risus! uterne
"Ad casus dubios fidet sibi certius? hic, qui
Pluribus assuerit mentem corpusque superbum;
An qui contentus parvo metuensque futuri,

In pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello?


Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus

Integris opibus novi non latius usum,


Quam nunc accisis. Videas, metato in agello,


Ver. 122. As M**o's was, &c.] I think this light stroke of satire ill-placed; and that it hurts the dignity of the preceding morality. Horace was very serious, and properly so, when he said,

"cur, Improbe! caræ

Non aliquid patriæ tanto emetiris acervo?

He remembered, and hints with just indignation at, those luxurious Patricians of his old party: who, when they agreed to establish a fund in the cause of Freedom, under the conduct of Brutus, could never be persuaded to withdraw from their expensive pleasures what was sufficient for the support of so great a cause. He had prepared his apology for this liberty, in the preceding line, where he pays a fine compliment to Augustus!

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"Templa ruunt antiqua Deûm?”

which oblique Panegyric the Imitator has very properly turned into a direct stroke of satire. W.

Ver. 122. Not at five per cent.] He could not forbear this stroke against a nobleman, whom he had been for many years accustomed to hear abused by his most intimate friends. A certain parasite, who thought to please Lord Bolingbroke by ridiculing the avarice of the Duke of M. was stopped short by that Lord, who

Or to thy Country let that heap be lent,
As M**o's was, but not at five per cent.


"Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind, Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind.

And "who stands safest? tell me, is it he
That spreads and swells in puff'd Prosperity,
Or blest with little, whose preventing care

In peace provides fit arms against a war?

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Thus BETHEL spoke, who always speaks his


And always thinks the very thing he ought:
His equal mind I copy what I can,

And as I love would imitate the Man.

In South-Sea days not happier, when surmis'd
The Lord of Thousands, than if now " Excis'd;




said, "He was so very great a man, that I forgot he had that vice." We have lived to read with equal astonishment and regret, the clear and indisputable proofs of the treachery, duplicity, hypocrisy, and ingratitude, of this great and able General and Politician. See particularly Sir John Dalrymple's Memoirs, vol. i. p. 194.

Ver. 129. Thus BETHEL spoke,] This speech of Ofellus continues in the original to the end of this satire. Pope has taken all that follows out of the mouth of Bethel, and speaks entirely in his own person. It is impossible not to be pleased with the picture of his way of life, and the account he gives of his own table, in lines that express common and familiar objects with dignity and elegance. See therefore his bill of fare, of which you will long to partake, and wish you could have dined at Twickenham. Boileau had but a bad house and gardens at Auteuil near Paris.

Ver. 133. In South-Sea days not happier, &c.] Mr. Pope had South-Sea stock, which he did not sell out. It was valued at between twenty and thirty thousand pounds when it fell. W.

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Cum pecore et gnatis, fortem mercede colonum,
Non ego, narrantem, temere edi luce profesta
Quidquam, præter *olus fumosæ cum pede pernæ.
Ac mihi seu longum post tempus venerat hospes,
Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem
Vicinus; bene erat, non piscibus urbe petitis,
Sed pullo atque hædo: tum pensilis uva secundas
Et nur ornabat mensas, cum duplice ficu.
Post hoc ludus erat cuppa potare magistra:
Ac venerata Ceres, ita culmo surgeret alto,


Explicuit vino contractæ seria frontis.


Sæviat atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus! Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius,

aut vos,

O pueri, nituistis, ut huc novus incola venit?


Ver. 144. these chicks] Not used properly or commonly for chicken. Dryden has chick, in the singular number, chicken is the plural; we say oxen, not oxes; the en is Teutonic.

Ver. 150. And, what's more rare, a Poet shall say Grace.] The pleasantry of this line consists in the supposed rarity of a Poet's having a table of his own; or a sense of gratitude for the blessings he receives. But it contains, too, a sober reproof of people of condition, for their unmanly and brutal disuse of so natural a duty. W.

Swift always performed this duty with proper seriousness and gravity.

Ver. 154. Standing Armies came.] A constant topic of declamation against the court, at this time and still continues to be


See what Dr. Adam Smith says, in his excellent Wealth of Nations, of the real and supposed dangers of Standing armies. Ver. 160. Welcome the coming,] From Homer, Odyss. b. 15. v. 74.

χρὴ ξεῖνον παρεόντα φιλεῖν, ἐθέλοντα δὲ πέμπειν. Theocritus has finely touched this subject in the sixteenth Idyllium.

In forest planted by a Father's hand,
Than in five acres now of rented land.
Content with little I can piddle here



On *brocoli and mutton, round the year:
But 'ancient friends (tho' poor, or out of play)
That touch my bell I cannot turn away.
'Tis true, no "Turbots dignify my boards,
But gudgeous, flounders, what my Thames affords :
To Hounslow-heath I point, and Banstead down,
Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my



From yon old walnut-tree a show'r shall fall; 145

And grapes long ling'ring on my only wall,

And figs from standard and espalier join;

The Dev'l is in you if you cannot dine:

Then 'cheerful healths (your Mistress shall have place),

And, what's more rare, a Poet shall say Grace. 150 Fortune not much of humbling me can boast;

Tho' double tax'd, how little have I lost?

My Life's amusements have been just the same,
Before and after Standing Armies came.


My lands are sold, my father's house is gone; 155 I'll hire another's: is not that my own,

And yours, my friends? through whose free op'ning gate

None comes too early, none departs too late;

(For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,


Welcome the coming, speed the going Guest.) 160 Pray Heav'n it last! (cries SWIFT) as you go on; I wish to God this house had been your own:

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