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Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford

There are who have not-and thank heaven chere Their fruits to you, confesses you its lord :

are, All(x) Worldly's hens, nay, partridge, sold to town, Who, if they have not, think not worth their care. His venison too, a guinea makes your own: (6) Talk what you will of taste, my friend, He bought at thousands, what with better wit

you'll find You purchase as you want, and bit by bit;

Two of a face, as soon as of a mind.
Now, or long fince, what difference will be found? Why, of two brothers, rich and reftless one
You pay a penny, and he paid a pound.

Ploughs, burus, manures, and toils from sun to sun; (y) Heathcote himself, and such large-acred men, The other flights, for women, sports, and wines, Lords of fat E’lham, or of Lincoln-fen,

All Townshend's turnips, andail Grosvenor's mines: Buy every stick of wood that lends them heat; Why one like Bo— with pay and scorn content, Buy every pullet they afford to cat.

Bows and votes on, in court and parliament; Yet these are wights, who fondly call their own One, driven by trong benevolence of foul, Half that the devil o'erlooks from Lincoln-town. Shall Ay, like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole : The laws of God, as well as of the land,

is known alone to that Directing Power, Abhor a perpetuity Mhould stand :

Who forms the genius in the natal hour ;
Estates have wings, and hang in fortune's power That God of Nature, who, within us ftill,
(2) Loose on the point of every wavering hour, Inclines our action, not constrains our will;
Ready, by force, or of your own accord,

Various of temper, as of face or frame,
By sale, at least by death, to change their lord. Each individual; his great end the same.
Man? and for ever? wretch! what would chou (c) Yes, Sir, how small soever be my heap,
have?

A part I will enjoy, as well as keep. Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave. My heir may figh, and think it want of grace All vast possessions (just che fame the case A man so poor would live without a place : Whether you cali them villa, park, or chase) But sure no ftature in his favour says, Alas, my Bathurft! what will they avail? How free, or frugal, I shall pass my days : Join Cotswood's hills to Sapercon's fair dale, I, who at some times fpend, at others (pare, Let rising granaries and temples here,

Divided between carelessness and care. There mingled farms and pyramids appear, 'Tis one thing madly to disperse my store; Link towns to towns with avenues of oak,

Another, not to heed to treasure more : Enclose whole downs in walls, 'tis all a joke! Glad, like a boy, to snatch the first good day, Inexorable Death shall level all,

And pleas’d, if sordid want be far away. Aud trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall, (f) What is 't to me (a passenger God wot)

(a) Gold, silver, ivory, vases sculptur'd high, Whether my vefsel be firit-rate or not? Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye, The ship itself may make a better figure;

But I that fail, am neither less nor bigger :
I neither Arut with every favouring breath,

Nor strive with all the tempeft in my teeth.
Quaedam (si credis consultis) mancipat usus : In power, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd
Oui te pascit ager, tuus eft ; et villicus Orbi, Behind the foremost, and before the last.
Cum segeces occat tibi mox frumenta daturus,
Te dominum fentit.

(1) das nummos; accipis uvam, * Pullos, ova, cadum, temeti : nempe modo isto (6) Cur alter fratrum cessaré, et ludcre, et ungi

Paulatim mercaris agrum, fortaffe trecentis, Pracferat Herodis palmeti, pinguibus; alter Aut etiam supra, nummorum millibus emtum. Dives et importunus, ad umbram lucis ab ortu Quid refert, vivas numerato nuper, an olim? Silveflrem flammis et ferro mitiget agrum :

(9) Emtor Aricini quondam, Veientis et arvi, Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat altrum : Emtum coenat olus, quamvis aliter putat ; emtis Naturae Deus humane, mortalis in unum. Sub nocteny gelidam lignis calefa&at ahenum, Quodque caput, vulia njutabilis, albus, et ater. bed vocat usque suum, qua populus ad fita certis (0) Utar, et ex modico, quantum res poscet, Limitibus dicina refigit jurgia : tanquam (z) Sit proprium cuiquam, puncto quod mobilis Tollam : nec metuam, quid de me judicet haeres, horae,

(prema, Quod non plura dalis invenerit. et tamen idem Nunc prece, nunc pretio, nunc vi, nunc sorte su- Scire volam, quantum fimplex hilarisque nepoti Permutet dominos, et cedat in altera jura. Discrepet, et quantum discordet parcus avaro.

Sic, quia perpetuus nulli datur usus, et haeres Diftat enim, spargas tua prodigus, an neque fum. Hacredem alterius, velut unda supervenit undam: Quid vici profunt, aut horrea? quidve Calabris Invitus facias, nec plura parare labores; Saltibus adjedi Lucani; li metit Orcus

Ac potius, puer ut feftis Quinquatribus olim, Grandia cum parvis, non exorabilis auro?

Exiguo gratoque fruaris tempore raptim. (atrum (a) Gemmas, marmor, cbur, Tyrrhena sigilla, (f) Pauperics immunda domûs procul abfit: ego, tabellas,

Nave ferar magna an parva, serar unus et idem. Argentum, villes Gaetulo murice tin&as,

Non agimur umidis velis Aquilone secundo :

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(:)" But why all this of avarice? I have gone." | Has age but melted the rough parts away, I wish you joy, Sir, of a tyrant gone;

As winter fruits grow mild cre they decay? But does no other lord it at this hour,

Or will you think, my friend, your business done; As wild and mad? the avarice of power ? When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one? Does neither sage inflame, nor fear appall? (6) Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; Not the black fear of death, that saddens all? You'vc play'd, and lor'd, and eat, and drank your With terrors round, can reason hold her throne, Despise the known, nor trouble at th' unknown Walk fober off; before a sprightlier age Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire,

Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the stage: In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire ? Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, Picas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind, Whom folly pleases, and whose follies please. And coun: cach birth-day with a grateful mind? Has life no fourness, drawn so near its end; Canit thou endure a foe, forgive a friend ? Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, sagas,

Nocturnos lemures, portentaque ThefTala rides !

Natales grate numeras ? ignoscis amicis ? Viribus, ingenio, specie, virtute, loco, re;

Lenior et melior fis accedente senecta? Extremi primorum, extremis usque priores. Quid te extrema levat spinis de pluribus una ? 6, Non es avarus : abi. quid? caetera jam sie (6) Vivere si rece nescis, decede peritis. mul isto

Lulifti fatis, edifti fatis, atque bibifti: Cum vitio fugere? caret tibi pectis inani Tempus abire tibi est : ne potum largius acque Ambitione ? caret mortis formidine et isa? Rideat, c: pulset lasciva decentius aetas,

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SATIRE II.

Sense, past through him, no longer is the fame;

For food digested takes another name. Yıs; thank my stars! as early as I knew 1 pafs o'er all those confessors and martyrs, This town, I had the sense to hate it too : Who live like Smit-n, or who die like Chartres, Yet here, as ev'n in hell, there must be still Out-cant old Efdras, os out-drink his heir, One giant-vice, so excellently ill,

Out-usure Jews, or 'risimen out-swear; That all belide, one pities, nor abhors ;

Wicked as pages, who in early years As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores. Ad fins which Prisca's confeffor scarce hears. I grant that poetry's a crying fin;

Ev'n those pardon, for whose finful fake It brought (no doubt) ch' excise and army in : Schoolmen new tenements in hell must make; Catch'd like the plague, or love, the Lord knows Of whose strange crimes no canonist can tell But that the cure is Itarving, all allow. [how In what commandment's large contents they dwell. Yet like the papist's, is the poet's state.

One, one man only breeds my juft offence; Poor and disarm’d, and hardly worth your hate! Whom crimes gave wealth, and wealth gave imHere a lean bard, whose wit could never give

pudence: Himself a dinner, makes an actor live :

Time, that at last matures a clap to pox, The thief condemn'd, in law already dead, Whose gentle progress makes a calf an ox, So prompts, and saves a rogue who cannot rcad. And brings all natural events to pass, Thus as the pipes of some carv'd organ move, Hach made him an attorney of an afs. The gilded puppets dance and mount above. No young divine, new-benefic'd, can be Heav'd by the breath th' inspiring bellows blow: More pert, more proud, more positive, than he. Th’inspiring bellows lie and pant below. What further could I wish the fop to do,

One fings the fair: but songs no longer move; But turn a wit, and scribble verfes too! No rat is rhym'd to death, nor maid to love : Pierce the soft labyrinth of a lady's ear In love's, in nature's spite, the fiege they hold, With rhymes of this per cent., and that per year? And scorn the flesh, the devil, and all but gold. Or court a wise, spread out his wily parts,

These write to lords, some mean reward to get, Like nets or line-twigs, for rich widows hearts; As needy beggars fing at doors for meat. Call himself barrister to every wench, 'Those write because all write, and so have still And woo in language of the pleas and bench? Excuse for writing, and for writing ill.

Language, which Boreas might to Auster hold Wretched indeed: but far more wretched yet More rough than forty Germans when they Is he who makes his mcal on others wit:

scold. 'Tis chang'd, no doubt, from what it was before; Curs'd be the wretch, so venal and so vain :

"Tis such a bounty as was never known,
If Peter deigns to help you to your own:

SATIRE IV.
What thanks, what praise, if Peter but supplies !
And what a folemn face, if he denies !

Welę, if it be my time to quît she stage,
Grave, as when prisoners shake the head and swear Adieu to all the follies of the age !
'Twas only furetifhip that brought them there. ! die in charity with fool and knave,
His office keeps your parchment fates entire, Secure of peace at least beyond the grave.
He Itarves with cold to fave them from the fire; I've had my purgatory here betimes,
For you he walks the freets through rain or dust, And paid for all my satires, all my rhydies.
For not in chariots Peter puts his trust;

The poet's hell, its tortures, fiends, and flames, For you he sweats and labours at the laws, To this were trifles, toys, and empty names. Takes God to witness he affects your cause, With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd, And lies to every lord in every thing,

Nor the vain itch t'admire, or be admir'd; Like a king's favourité-or like a king.

I hop'd for no commillion from his Grace; These are the talents that adorn them all,

I bought no benefice, I begg'd no place : From wicked Waters ey'n to godly **

Had no new verses, nor new suic to ihow; Not more of Simony beneath black gowns, Yet went to court!-the devil would have it so, Not more of bastardy in heirs to crowns.

But, as the fool that in reforming days In shillings and in pence at firft they deal; Would go to mass in jest (as story fays) And Real fo little, few perceive they steal; Could not but think, to pay his fioe was odd, Tin, like the sea, they compass all the land, Since 'twas no form'u design of serving God; From Scots to Wight, from Mount to Dover strand: So was I punish', as if fuil as proud, And when rank widows purchase luscinus nights, As prone to ill, as negligent of good, Or when a duke to Janssen punts at White's, As deep in debt, without a thought to pay, Or city heir in mortgage melts away;

As vain, as ifle, and as false, as they Satan himself feels far less joy than they.

Who live at court, for going once that way! Piecemeal they win this acre first, then that, Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold! there came Glean op, and gather up the whole estate. A thing which Adam had been pos’d to name; Then strongly fencing ill-got wealth by law, Noah had refus'd it lodging in his ark, Indentures, covenants, articles they draw,

Where all the race of reptiles might embark: Large as the fields themselves, and larger far A verier monster, than on Afric's More Than civil codes, with all their glosses, are; The fun e'er got, or flimy Nilus bore, So vast, our new divines, we must confess, Or Sloan or Woodward's wondrous Shelves contain, Are fathers of the church for writing less.

Nay, all that lying travellers can feign. But let them write for you, each rogne impairs The watch would hardly let him pass at noon, The deeds, and dextroully omits, ses beires : At night would swear him dropp’dout of the moon. No commentator can inore llily pass

One, whom the mob, when next we find or make Over a learn'd, unintelligible place :

A popith plot, shall for a Jesuit take, Or, in quotation, shrewd divines leave out (doubt. And the wife justice starting from his chair Those words that would against them clear the Cry, By your priesthood tell me what you are? So Luther thought the pater-holter long,

Such was the wight : th' apparel on his back, When doom'd to say his beads and even-long; Though coarse, was reverend, and though bare, But having cast his cowl, and left those laws,

was black : Adds co Christ's prayer, the power and glory clause. The suit, if by the fashion one might guess,

The lands are bought; but where are to be found Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Bels, Those ancient woods, that shaded all the ground? But mere tuff-taffety what now reinain’d; We see no new-built palaces aspire,

So tine, chat changes all things, had ordain'd! No kitchens emulate the veltal fire. (yore Our sons shall see it leisurely decay, Where are those troops of poor, that throng'd of First ourn plain rash, then vanish quite away. The good old landlord's hospitable door?

This thing has travell'd; and speaks language. Well, I could wish, that still in lordly domes

too, Some beasts were kill'd, though not whole heca- And knows what's fit for every state to do ; tombs;

Of whose best phrase and courtly accent join'd, That both extremes were banith'd from their walls, He forms one iongue, exotic and refin'd, Carthufian fafts, and fulsome bachanals;

l'alkers I've learn'd to bear; Morteux I knew, And all mankind might that just mean observe, Henley himself I've heard, and budgel too. In which none e'er could surfeit, none could starve. | The Doctor's wormwood Ryle, the hath of These as good works, 'tis true, we all allow,

tongues But oh! these works are not in fashion now: A pedant makes, the form of Gunson's lungs, Like rich old wardrobes, things extremely rare, l'he whole artillery of the terms of war, Extremely fine, but what no man will wear. And (all those plagues in one) the bawling bar;

Thus much I've said, I trust, without offence; These I could bear; but not a rogue so civil, Let no court sycophant pervert my sepse, Whose tongue will compliment you to the devil. Nor fly informer watch these words to draw A tongue, that can cheat widows, cancel scores, Within the reach of treason, or the law.

Make Scots fpeck treason, cozen fubtlest whores,

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SATIRE II.

Sense, past through him, no longer is the fame;

For food digested takes another name. Yzs; thank my stars! as early as I knew I pass o'er all those confessors and martyrs, This town, I had the sense to hate it too : Who live like Scott-n, or who die like Chartres, Yet here, as ev'n in hell, there must be still Out-cant old Esdras, or out-drink his heir, One giant-vice, so excellently ill,

Out-usure Jews, or 'rishmen out-swear; That all beside, one pities, nor abhors ;

Wicked as pages, who in early years As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores. Ac fins which Prisca's confeffor scarce hears. I grant that poetry's a crying fin;

Ev'n those 1 pardon, for whose sinful fake It brought (no doubt) th' excise and army in : Schoolmen new tenements in hell must make; Catch'd like the plague, or love, the Lord knows Of whose strange crimes no canonist can tell But that the cure is ftarving, all allow. (how In what commandment's large contents they dwell. Yet like the papist’s, is the poet's state.

One, one man only breeds my juft offence; Poor and disarm’d, and hardly worth your hate! Whom crimes gave wealth, and wealth gave ima Here a lean bard, whose wit could never give

pudence: Himself a dinner, makes an actor live :

Time, that at last matures a clap to pox, The thief condemn'd, in law already dead, Whose gentle progress makes a calf an ox, So prompts, and saves a rogue who cannot read. And brings all natural events to pass, Thus as the pipes of some carv'd organ move, Hath made him an attorney of an ass. The gilded puppets dance and mount above. No young divine, new-benefic'd, can be Heav'd by the breath th' inspiring bellows blow : More pert, niore proud, more positive, than he. Th’inspiring bellows lie and pant below.

What further could I wish the fop to do, One fings the fair: but songs no longer move ; But turn a wit, and Scribble verses too? No rat is rhym'd to death, nor maid to love : Pierce the soft labyrinth of a lady's ear In love's, in nature's spite, the fiege they hold, With rhymes of this per cent., and that per year? And fcorn the flesh, the devil, and all but gold. Or court a wife, spread out his wily parts,

These write to lords, some mean reward to get, Like nets or line-twigs, for rich widows hearts; As needy beggars fing at doors for meat. Call himself barrifter to every wench, Those write because all write, and so have still And woo in language of the pleas and bench? Excuse for writing, and for writing ill.

Language, which Boreas might to Auster hold Wretched indeed! but far more wretched yet More rough than forty Germans when they Is he who makes his meal on others wit:

scold. 'Tis chang'd, no doubt, from what it was before; Curs'd be the wretch, so venal and so vais :

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