O magnus pofthac inimicis rifus! uterne

u Ad cafus dubios fidet fibi certius? hic, qui

Pluribus affuêrit mentem corpufque fuperbum;

An qui contentus parvo metuenfque futuri,

In pace, ut fapiens, aptarit idonea bello ?

W

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 Yolus fumofae cum pede pernae.

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Ac mihi feu longum poft tempus venerat hofpes,

Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem

Vicinus; bene erat, non pifcibus urbe petitis,

Sed pullo atque hcedo: tum a penfilis uva fecundas

t Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her

mind,

Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind.

And who ftands fafeft? tell me, is it he
That spreads and fwells in puff'd Profperity,
Or bleft with little, whofe preventing care
In peace provides fit arms against a war?

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Thus BETHEL fpoke, who always fpeaks his thought, 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-fea days not happier, when furmis'd
The Lord of Thousands, than if now * Excis'd;
In forest planted by a Father's hand,

Than in five acres now of rented land.

Content with little I can piddle here

On y 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 a Turbots dignify my boards,

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But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords :

Et nux ornabat menfas, cum duplice ficu.

Poft hoc ludus erat b cuppa potare magiftra:

Ac venerata Ceres, ita culmo furgeret alto,

Explicuit vino contractae feria frontis.

Saeviat atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus !

Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius

aut vos,

O pueri, nituiftis, ut hoc & novus incola venit ?

с

Nam propriae telluris herum natura neque illum,

Nec me, nec quemquam ftatuit. nos expulit ille;

To Hounslow heath I point and Bansted-down, Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my

own:

b From
yon old walnut-tree a fhow'r fhall fall;
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

:

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Then 'chearful healths (your Mistress shall have place)
And, what's more rare, a Poet shall say Grace.
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 fame,
Before, and after & Standing Armies came.
My lands are fold, my father's house is gone ;
I'll hire another's; is not that my own,

d

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And yours, my friends? thro' whose free-op'ning gate None comes too early, none departs too late ;

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

Welcome the coming, fpeed the going guest.)

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Pray heav'n it laft! (cries SWIFT!) as you go on; "I wish to God this house had been your own:

Pity to build, without a fon or wife;

"Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life."
Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one,
Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon ?
What's Property? dear Swift! you see it alter
From you to me, from me to f Peter Walter;

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Illum aut nequities aut & vafri infcitia juris,

Poftremum expellet certe h vivacior beres.

i Nunc ager Umbreni fub nomine, nuper Ofelli

Dictus erat: nulli proprius; fed cedit in ufum

Nanc mihi, nunc alii, k quocirca vivite fortes,

Fortiaque adverfis opponite pectora rebus.

VER. 177. proud Buckingham's, etc.] Villiers Duke of Buckingham.

VER. 179. Let lands and boufes, etc.] The turn of his imi