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Some fly, like Pendulums, from Good to Evil,
Sir, abroad to roam, Then-Lord, what Pleasure 'tis to read at home! And fip your two Half-pints with great Delight Of Beer at Noon, and muddled Port at Night. From* Encombe, John comes thund'ring at the Door, With, Sir, my Master begs you to come o'er, • To pass these tedious Hours, these Winter Nights,
Not that he dreads Invasions, Rogues, or Sprites." Strait for your two best Wigs aloud This stiff in Buckle, that not curl'd at all. And where, you Rascal, are the Spurs, you cry; And O! what Blockhead laid the Buskins by ?"
# The Seat of JOHN PITT, Esquire, in Dorfetfire.
On turn your
On your old batter'd Mare you'll needs be gone,
Back, As for myself, I own it to your Face, I ove good Eating, and I take my Glass :
, But fure 'tis strange, dear Sir, that this should be In You Amusement, but a Fault in Me. All this is bare refining on a Name, To make a Difference where the Fault's the
fame, My Father fold me to your Service here, For this fine Livery and four Pounds a Year. A Livery you should wear as well as I, And this I'll prove --- bat lay your Cudgel by. You serve your Paffions, Thus, without a Jeft, Both are bur Fellow-fervants at the best. Yourself, good Sir, are play'd by your Defires, A mere tall Puppet dancing on the Wires.
But when in Hemfkirk's Pi&tures you delight, More than myself, to see two Drunkards fight, • Fool, Rogue, Sot, Blockhead,' or such Names,
are mine; Yours are, ' a Connoisseur,' or deep Divine.'
' I'm chid for loving a luxurious Bit, The facred Prize of Learning, Worth, and Wit :
And yet some fell their Lands these Bits to buy ;
Besides, high Living, Sir, must wear you out
Lord! who would be a Wit?
first were Ν Ο Τ Ε. The Author of this Imitation was educated at Win. chefter School. When he was near the Head of it, he gave up, as an Exercise after the Holidays, a poetical Version of the ten Books of Lucan. He was Fellow of New-College, Oxford, and afterwards Rector of Pimpern, near Blandford, in Dorsetsbire. He is well known to the learned World as the
Translator of Vida's Art of Poetry, and Virgil's Æneid. The former would have been more useful, had it been illustrated with Notes. He also pub. lished a Volume of occasional Poems. The above Imi. tation, and some others in this Collection, were printed since his Decease. He was related to the Pitts of Dorset. fire, who have so eminently distinguished themselves in Parliament, and to Dr. Lowtb.
One of Mr. Pitt's learned Friends wrote the following Lines on his Translation of Vida :
Vida no more the long Oblivion fears, Which hid his Virtues through a Length of Years ; Ally'd to thee, he lives again ; thy Rhymes Shall friendly bear him down to latest Times, And do his injur'd Reputation Right; While in thy Work, with such Success, unite His Strength of Judgment, and his Charms of Speech, That Precepts please, and Music seems to teach.