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To a poor Hut, from which no Slave, if clean,
j Vertumnus fure presided at his Birth.
When Volanerius, long a Slave to Vice,
You often praise
When uninvited to a fumptuous Treat, “ How bleft is Solitude, and Herbs how sweet!” Then Drinking you detest, and Home applaud, As if by Choice you never supp'd abroad. But should Mecenas send to bid you hafte At Close of Day-light, to a rich Repast, The whole House echoes, while enrag'd you cry, 6 Does no one hear me? For the Essence fly!” Mulvius, and other Drolls, deny'd their Meal, Sneak home, with Curses dangerous to reveal. Should I be told,“Your Paunch too seems to swell; “ For favoury Sauce fagacious is your Smell ; “ Unmindful of your Business, all the Day “ You waste in Sloth, or Negligence, or Play ; “ Nay more, you haunt the Tavern"-In Reply I own my Guilt, nor can the Charge deny. But should I prove, that you like me behave, Or worse, are more a Spendthrift, more a Slave, Whence then your Right to punish, or to blame ? Can Vice be varnish'd by a specious Name ? Nay, what if you should far more mad be thought Than that vile Slave whom for twelve Pounds you
bought ? Restrain your Rage, that furious Brow unbend, With-hold your Hand, and seriously attend, While I these falutary Truths relate, Taught by the 6 Porter of Crispinus' Gate.
(pursue. You tempt your Neighbour's Wife; I Whores
; Say, whish most Blame deserves in Reason's View?
MyFlame once quench’d, content I quit the Stews;
« I'm no Adulterer,” perhaps you'll cry;
Since I my Thefts as cautiously conceal,
you, thus prov'd a Slave, be Lord to Me? And though the Prætor's Wand should touch
your Head, You still, like me, would shake with servile Dread.
Add, which still heavier in the Scale muft weigh, If, as is usual, all the rest obey One Master-Slave, what then to Me are you? That Master-Slave : You govern Me, 'tis true, But are yourself ensay'd by wild Desires, A 8 very Puppet, moy'd with Springs and Wires.
HORACE. Who then is free?
The Wife ; for he maintains An Empire o'er himself; him neither Chains, Nor Want, nor Death dishearten; he subdues Rebellious Luíts; with Scorn Ambition views ; And, 9 in himself collected, smooth and round, From his firm Mind all Fortune's Shafts rebound.
View well the Piece, and then you must declare, That of yourself you trace no Likeness there. Your Wench 10 five Talents alks ; deny'd, the
Discharges on your Shoulders'; then again
When you with Rapture 12 Pausias' Pictures praise,
If a hot smoking Pye attracts your Slave, , You strait revile him as a greedy Knave; "But your strict Virtue and superior Taste Despise the Dainties of a nice Repast. From my luxurious Throat what Ills ensue? Look on my Back! behold it, black and blue ! But how are you lefs punish'd, when you boast How vast a Price your far-fetch'd Dainties cost? Qualms and Diseales lurk beneath each Plate, And the Legs totter with the Body's Weight, Say, if a Boy just Chastisement receives, Who, in Return for Grapes delicious, gives A Curry-comb just stol'n, what Slaves are they, Whose Lands and Farms in Feasting melt away?