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THE FOURTH EPISTLE
FIRST BOOK OF HORACE'S EPISTLES.
[This Satire on Lord Bolingbroke, and the praise bestowed on him in a letter to Mr. Richardson, where Mr. Pope says,
"Their sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes,"
being so contradictory, probably occasioned the former to be suppressed. Warton.
Mr. Bowles has omitted the following piece, because " he cannot think Pope would write the concluding lines on himself," v. Bowles's ed. vol. ii. p. 385, in which opinion the present editor perfectly agrees with him. But it may be observed, that this piece is as likely to be Pope's, both from the sentiment and the manner of its execution, as the Satire of One thousand seven hundred and forty, which Mr. Bowles has published, and is probably by the same author.]
SAY, St. John, who alone peruse
Ver. 1. Say, &c.]
AD ALBIUM TIBULLUM.
"Or shoots he folly as it flies?
To you (the all-envied gift of heaven)
What could a tender mother's care
Amidst thy various ebbs of fear,
Ver. 10. Does St. John Greenwich, &c.]
"An tacitam silvas inter reptare salubres?" Ver. 13. To you, &c.]
"Di tibi formam, Di tibi divitias dederant, artemque fruendi.” Ver. 17. What could, &c.
"Quid voveat dulci nutricula majus alumno, Quam sapere, et fari posset quæ sentiat, et cui Gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde,
non deficiente crumena ?"
Ver. 23. Amidst, &c.]
"Inter spem, curamque, timores inter et iras."
Yet let thy friend this truth impart,
In spite of fears, of mercy spite,
My genius still must rail, and write.
Haste to thy Twick'nham's safe retreat,
There, half devour'd by spleen, you'll find 35
Ver. 28. That every day, &c.]
"Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum. Me pinguem, et nitidum bene curatâ cute vises, Cum ridere voles Epicuri de grege porcum."