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46 Horace here alludes to that Fable of Ælop, which supposes, that every Man carries two Wallets; that which hangs before containing the Vices of others, and that which hangs behind filled with his own ; by which Means, those are entily seen, while these are overlooked.
47 Agavé, after she had torn her Son Pentheus in Pieces for despising the Rites of Bacchus, was so far from being conscious that she had coinmitted a Crime, or done any thing wrong, that the carried his Hearl on the Point of her Spear, as if it had been the Head of a wild boar, whom the had slain.
Euripides has finely treated this Subject in his Baca chances.
48 Turbo was a celebrated Gladiator, of small size and Stature.
49 An quodcunque facit Mæcenas, &c.] We fondly imitate those whom we admire. This Reproach would therefore naturally confirm the Love and Affection of his Patron Mæcenas for him.
59 Absentis ranæ puliis, &c.] This Fable is inne in die prelent Colletion which paties under the Name of Ejip. But we find it in /kadrus, who wrote soon after Horace. The Circumstances are there fornewhat varied. He says, o that a Frog ?? held a Buil in a Nieadow; and, envying is his Bulk, pured out her Body, in order to imitate him,' &c. But Horace's Manner of telling it is more lively.
51 Acide poëinata nunc, &c.] The Stoics condemned Poetry absolutely. But there is something droll in this Pafiage. Demoji pus, who here censures Poets with to much Severity, forgets that at the Beginning of this very Satire he reproached Horace for not entertaining the Public with Verle, and exhorted him to write agaiil as usual.
This Contradition gives us a lively Image of the Temper of Mankind, who now condemn what they applauded the Moment before; who judge only by Caprice, and have as many different Rules of judging, as there
are different Degrees of Heat and Fire in their Iinaginas tions. DACIER.
52 Non dico horrendam rabiem.] Horace was passionate, and easily provoked : Irasci celer, as he himself owns. See Epistle xx, Book í. The Strics professed Pa. tience.
Cultum Majorem censu.) He loved to go elegantly dressed, and was fond of gay Cloaths. This Tarte he had contracted from the Manner of his Education. What that was, he tells us in Book I. Sat. VI.
Viftem fervofque fequentes
Ver. 78. & feq. But the Stoic!, like our Quakers, affected a Siin: licity in iveir flabit, and wore nothing but what was absolutely deceflary.
This Satire would, perhaps, have appeared more lively and animated, if the Dialogue had passed between Stertinius and Horace, instead of Stertinius and Damafippus; but then he would have deprived himself of his de. fensive Arms, and could not have retorted, That the Philosopher was guilty of greater Faults than those with which he charged the Poet. By which it is evi. dent, that there was a good deal of Art and Address in his Conduct,
SA TIRE IV.
By Mr. J. DUNCOMBE. A Dialogue between Horace and Catius, an Epicurean Philosopher, on the Art of Cookery.
HORACE. I crave your
Pardon. 'Twas indeed a Crime
1 Long Eggs prefer to round; with richer Juice They always swell, and Cocks their Yolks produce.
2 More sweet the Cale that grows in sandyFields Thàn what our City Soil, well-water'd, yields.
Should an unlook'd-for Guest drop in at Night, Thus learn to footh his craving Appetite: In Wine and Water dip your Fowl alive; For thence the Flesh will Tenderness derive.
3 The Meadow-Mushroom you may safely prize; But often in the others Poison lies.
The Man who eats, 4 when Dinner-time is o'er, Ripe Mulb’ries, gather'd from the Tree, before Too fiercely rage the scorching folar Rays, Will pass, fecure of Health, the Summer Days.
Let not Aufidius' Morning-draught be thine ! With Honey sweeten'd, harsh Falernian Wine He quaff’d; but to thy empty Veins alone Let Liquors smooth, like lenient Mead, be known.
Pound Cockle-shells, when Coitiveness prevails, And with Dwarf-forrel mix and Juice of Snails; Then fasting drink it in white Coan Wine : So your heald Bowels will no more repine. 5 With growing Moons the loos’ning Shell
fith swell: The nobler Kinds not in all Oceans dwell.
The sweetest Oysters we at Circé take,
What boots it that the choiceft Filh you buy,
excite, By various Means, the languid Appetite?
The Boar (if you're displeas'd with flabby Food) Who crunches Acorns in the Umbrian Wood, On your wide Dish may spread his ample Size; 6 Those which in Marthes feed we never prize.
Kids, which in Vineyards browze, forbear to eat. 7 The Wings of pregnant Hares are dainty Meat.
None before Me could by their Taste engage To know of Fish and Fowl the Kind and Age.
To mold the brittle Paste is paltry Fame, And far too trivial all our Care to claim : As if, though richest Wines your Cellars store, Yet on your Fiih you stinking Oyl fhould pour.
Expose your Maffic when the Skies are clear; If dreggy, 'twill be purg'd by nightly Air, And lose that dour which the Spirits wastes; But through fine Linnen strain’d it vapid tastes.
He, who, his gross Falernian to refine, Pours on the fliny Lees Surrenitine Wine,