My head and heart thus flowing through my quill, r Verfeman or Profeman, term me which you will, Papist or Proteftant, or both between, Like good Erafmus in an honest mean, In moderation placing all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory. To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet; t I only wear it in a land of Hectors, x Slides into verfe, and hitches-in a rhyme, Votiva pateat veluti defcripta tabella Sacred Vita fenis. fequor hunc, Lucanus an Appulus, anceps: S t Tutus ab infeftis latronibus? "O pater et rex Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, y Slander or Poifon dread from Delia's rage, Its proper power to hurt, each creature feels; Then, learned Sir! (to cut the matter short) Whate'er my fate, or well or ill at Court, Whether Old age, with faint but chearful ray, Attends to gild the Evening of my day, Cervius iratus leges minitatur et urnam; Canidia Albutî, quibus est inimica, venenum; Grande malum Turius, fi quid fe judice certes: 2 Ut, quo quifque valet, fufpectos terreat, utque Imperet hoc Natura potens, fic collige mecum. Dente lupus, cornu taurus petit; unde, nifi intus Monftratum; a Scaevae vivacem crede nepoti Matrem; nil faciet fceleris pia dextra (mirum ? Ut neque calce lupus quemquam, neque dente petit bos) Sed mala tollet anum vitiato melle cicuta. b Ne longum faciam: feu me tranquilla fenectus Expectat, feu mors atris circumvolat alis; Or Death's black wing already be display'd, Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Like Lee or Budgell, I will rhyme and print. 95 100 F. & Alas, young man! your days can ne'er be long, In flower of Age you perifh for a fong! Plums and Directors, Shylock and his Wife, Will club their Tefters, now, to take your life! P. e What? arm'd for Virtue when I point the pen, Brand the bold front of fhameless guilty men; Dash the proud Gamester in his gilded Car; Bare the mean Heart that lurks beneath a Star Can there be wanting, to defend Her cause, Dives, inops; Romae, feu fors ita jufferit, exful; © Quisquis erit vitae, fcribam, color. T. O puer, ut fis Vitalis metuo; et majorum ne quis amicus H. Quid? cum eft Lucilius aufus e Primus in hunc operis componere carmina morem, And And I not ftrip the gilding off a Knave, I will, or perish in the generous cause : Hear this, and tremble! you, who 'scape the Laws. 115 14 120 125 And He, whofe lightning pierc'd th' Iberian Lines, Now forms my Quincunx, and now ranks my Vines, Or f Detrahere et pellem, nitidus qua quifque per ora Nugari cum illo, et difcincti ludere, donec VOL. II. Quidquid fum ego, quamvis Or tames the Genius of the ftubborn plain, Almoft as quickly as he conquer'd Spain. own, I live among the Great, i Envy muft No Pimp of pleasure, and no Spy of state, With eyes that pry not, tongue that ne'er repeats, 135 To help who want, to forward who excel; me, tell * What faith my Council, learned in the laws? ; 140 145 A man was hang'd for very honest rhymes; m Confult the Statute, "quart." I think, it is, "Edwardi fext." or "prim. et quint. Eliz." Infra Lucilî cenfum, ingeniumque; tamen me Diffentis. See knifi quid tu, docte Trebati, T. Equidem nihil hinc diffingere poffum. Sed tamen ut monitus caveas, ne forte negotî Incutiat tibi quid fanctarum infcitia legum : ❝m Si mala condiderit in quem quis carmina, jus est "Judiciumque." |