Whether Old Age, with faint but chearful Ray, ; Whether the darken'd Room to mufe invite, Alas! young Man, your Days can ne'er be long, Plumbs and Directors, Shylock and his Wife, *What? arm'd for Virtue when I point the Pen, * What follows is not only fuperior to Horace, but equal to any thing in himself. WARBURTON. I will, I will, or perifh in the generous Cause: And He*, whofe Lightning pierc'd th' Iberian Lines, Envy must own, I live among the Great, No Pimp of Pleasure, and no Spy of State, With Eyes that pry not, Tongue that ne'er repeats, Fond to spread Friendships, but to cover Heats; To help who want, to forward who excell; This, all who know me, know; who love me, tell; And who unknown defame me, let them be Scribblers or Peers, alike are Mob to me. This is my Plea, on this I rest my CaufeWhat faith my Counfel, learned in the Laws ? *Charles Mordaunt, Earl of Peterborough. See the Note on the Imitation of Ode XII. Book I. VOL. III. G FRIEND. FRIEND. Your Plea is good; but ftill, I fay, beware! See Libels, Satires- here you have it read. Libels and Satires! lawless things, indeed! But grave Epistles, bringing Vice to Light! Such as a King might read, a Bishop write, Such as Sir Robert would approve FRIEND. * Indeed? The Cafe is alter'd-you may then proceed; NOTE. * Solventur risu tabulæ.] Some Critics tell us, it is Want of Tafte to put this Line in the Mouth of Trebatius. But our Poet confutes this Cenfure, by fhowing how well the Sense of it agrees to his Friend's Character. The Lawyer is cautious and fearful; but as foon as Sir Robert, the Patron both of Law and Gofpel, is named as approving them, he changes his Note, and, in the Language of old Plowden, owns, the Cafe is altered. Now, was it not as natural, when Horace had given a Hint that Auguftus himself supported him, for Trebatius, a Court Advocate, who had been long a Client to him and his Uncle, to confefs the Cafe was altered? WARBURTON. SATIRE II. On FRUGALITY. By Mr. DUNCOMBE, Senior. 123 WHAT, and how great, the Benefits, that From Temperance,here learn,myFriends,withMe; (For 'tis not I, but good Ofellus fpeaks, Taught by pureNature, wise without the Schools) 6 You think this manly Exercise too hard, At 1 Tennis play, or hurl the mafly Bar; The pleafing Sport will leffen all your Toil. When thus you have remov'd your fickly Qualms, When hungry and a-thirst, scorn fimple Fare; Nor drink the harsh Falernian Wine, unless With Attic Honey mellow'd to the Tafte. ‹ Your Butler is abroad; the wintry Sea, "Black'ning with Storms,defends its Tenant-Fifh; G 2 • Yet Yet now with Bread and Salt you can allay Your craving Appetite: What is the Cause? 'Tis plain the Relifh from yourself proceeds, • And not from Meats high-flavour'd: But do You • Cook Dainties for Yourself by Sweat and Toil. The Man, with late Debauch fo puff'd and pale, Nor foreign Ortolans, nor Turbots please. But, fpite of all I fay, I doubt, if now You cannot eat the Feathers you admire, Say, by what wondrous Instinct you discern, You fondly praife a Mullet of three Pounds, Give me,' the harpy-throated Glutton cries, 3 A mighty Turbot in a mighty Difh !'O may propitious South Winds taint his Food! But why fhould I invoke their Aid? Excefs |