If then with what I have I'm fatisfy'd, Grant me this Boon, kind Mercury, befide; Protect me as of old, be gracious yet, 195 And fatten all my Stock, but that of Wit! 6 O gentle Father of the Morning, hear, Or Janus, if that better please thine Ear; From thee the Labours of the bufy Throng Commence, be thou the Prelude of my Song ! First, then, for lucklefs Me thou haft decreed Some Bail to give; Urge, urge,' thou cry'st, thy Speed; Let none prevent thee in the friendly Deed.' This Bail (my Bane) pronounc'd distinct and loud, "While to Mecenas thus you hafte to pay "Your Court, you fhove your Betters in theWay.' Thefe Taunts, I own, my Breast with Transport fill: But when I reach the high 7 Esquilian Hill, Rofcius,' fays one, ' defires in Court you'll meet, • To-morrow in the Morning, just at eight.' Another bawls, The Secretaries pray, ༦ On grand Affairs, your Prefence here To-day." "I'll try to ferve you,” though I tell the Man; Urgent he answers, If you will, you can.' Eight rolling Years are nearly at an End, Since first Macenas deign'd to call me Friend; Oft took me in his Chariot; and, in short, Would ask important Questions of this Sort; Pray, what's the Hour? Which in your Choice takes Place, • 8 The Swordfman Syrus, or the Blade of Thrace? The Mornings now are piercing cold and chill, And on th' Unwary noxious Damps distill.' Such weighty Secrets as the World may hear, And safe are trusted in a leaky Ear. Yet all the while with thefe high Honours crown'd, Envy beheld my Happiness, and frown'd. This Son of Fortune,' would the Spiteful fay, Sat lately with Mecenas at the Play, • And met him in the Field of Mars To-day.' Should fome ftrange Rumour fly about the Street, I'm ftopp'd and ask'd by every one I meet : Pray, good Sir, (for you live among the Great, And can inform us,) are the Dacians beat?' "I have not heard one Tittle, I proteft." Ah! Sir, you grow fo clofe, and love to jeft.' "Sir, I know nothing, as I hope to live." • Well, Sir, but tell us, Will Augustus give The Farms he promis'd to his martial Bands In the Sicilian or Italian Lands?' And though I ftill proteft, and vow, and swear, I'm quite a Stranger to the whole Affair, Amaz'd, they think me grown profoundly fly; No Mortal ever was fo clofe as I. Confum'd in Trifles, thus the golden Day Oh for those Beans which my own Fields provide ! K 3 When When with my chofen Friends (deliciousTreat!) Before the Houfhold Deities we eat; The Slaves themselves regale on choicest Meat. Some quaff large Bumpers that expand the Soul, Mean-time my Friend, old Cervius, never fails He brought wild Oats and Vetches from his Hoard; Dry'd Grapes and Scraps of Bacon grac'd the Board: In Hopes, no doubt, by such a various Treat, • Come, come with Me, nor longer here abide; I'll be your Friend, your Comrade, and your Guide. 16 Since all muft die that draw this vital Breath, Nor great nor fmall can fhun the Shafts of Death; 'Tis ours to fport in Pleasures while we may; For ever mindful of Life's little Day.' Thefe weighty Reasons fway'd the Country And light of Heart he fally'd from his Houfe, 17 Now Midnight hover'd o'er this earthly Ball, When our small Gentry reach'd a stately Hall, Where brightly glowing, ftain'd with Tyrian Dye, On Ivory Couches richest Carpets lie; |