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« Lest stiff, and stately, void of fire or force, 15 “ You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord Mayor's

" horse." Farewell then - Verse, and Love, and ev'ry Toy, ' The Rhymes and Rattles of the Man or Boy; What i right, what true, what fit we justly call, Let this be all my care

for this is All : To lay this * harveft up, and hoard with hafte What ev'ry day will want, and most, the last.

But ask not, to what 'Doctors I apply? Sworn to no Mafter, of no Sect am I: As drives the m storm, at any door I knock: 25 And house with Montagne now, or now with Locke. Sometimes a " Patriot, active in debate, Mix with the World, and battle for the State, Free as young Lyttelton, her Caufe pursue, Still true to Virtue, o and as warm as true: 30 Sometimes with Aristippus, or St. Paul, Indulge my candor, and grow all to all ; Back to my P native Moderation slide, And win my way by yielding to the tide.

9 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, 35 Long as the Night to her whofe Love's away,

NOTEs. and not strong; stately and yet dull, like the sober and slow-paced Animal generally employed to mount the Lord Mayor: and therefore here humouroully opposed to Pegafus. P



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Lenta videtur opus debentibus : ut piger annus

Pupillis, quos dura premit custodia matrum:

Sic mihi tarda' fuunt ingrataque tempora, quae fpem

Confiliumque morantur agendi gnaviter s id, quod


Aeque pauperibus prodest, locupletibus aeque,

Aeque neglectum pueris, senibusque nocebit.

? Reftat, ut his ego me ipse regam folerque ele

mentis :

w Non posfis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus;
Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus inungi :
Nec, quia desperes invicti membra Glyconis,
Nodofa corpus nolis prohibere cheragra.

Eft quadam prodire * tenus, fi non datur ultra.

y Fervet Avaritia, miseroque cupidine pectus ?



• 45. can no wants endure;} i. e. Can want nothing. Badly exprefled.

VER.51. I'll do what Mead-] Mr. Pope highly esteemed and loved this worthy man, whore unaffected humanity and benevolence have stifled much of that envy which his eminence in his profeffion would otherwise have drawn out.



Long as the Year’sidull circle seems to run,
When the brisk Minor pants for twenty-one:
So flow th'' unprofitable moments roll,
That lock up all the Functions of my soul;
That keep me from myself; and ftill delay
Life's instant business to a future day:
That s talk, which as we follow, or despise,
The eldest is a fool, the youngest wife.
Which done, the poorest can no wants endure;
And which not done, the richest must be poor.

+ Late as it is, I put myself to school,
And feel fome v comfort, not to be a fool.
w Weak tho' I am of limb, and short of fight,
Far from a Lynx, and not a Giant quite;
I'll do what Mead and Chefelden advise,
To keep these limbs, and to preserve these eyes.
Not to go back, is somewhat to advance,
And men must walk at least before they dance.

Say, does thy v blood rebel, thy bosom move
With wretched Av'rice, or as wretched Love?






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Speaking of his obligations to this great Physician and others of the Faculty, in a Letter to Mr. Allen, about a month before his death, he says, • There is no end of

my kind treatment írom the Faculty. They are in general the most amiable companions, and the belt friends, as well as the most learned Men I know.''


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Sunt verba et voces, quibus hunc lenire dolorem

Poffis, et ? magnam morbi deponere partem.


Laudis amore tumes? sunt a certa piacula, quae te



Ter pure lecto poterunt recreare libello.

• Invidus, iracundus, iners, vinosus, ' amator,


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Nemo 4 adeo ferus eft, ut non mitescere poffit,

Si modo culturae patientem commodet aurem.

Virtus eft, vitium fugere; et sapientia prima,

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VER. 58. Between the fits-] The sense of

magnam morbi deponere partem is here very happily expressed. And

Ter pure lekto etc. in the following line, is happily varied. But the whole

as paffage, which describes the use and efficacy of satire, is admirably imitated.

Ver. 70. Scard at the spelire of pale Poverty!] Tho



Know, there are Words, and Spells, which can con

troll z Between the Fits this Fever of the soul : Know, there are Rhymes, which • fresh and fresh

* apply'd Will cure the arrant'st Puppy of his Pride. 60 Be furious, envious, flothful, mad, or drunk, • Slave to a Wife, or Vassal to a Punk, A Switz, a High-dutch, or a Low-dutch a Bear; All that we ask is but a patient Ear.

e 'Tis the first Virtue, Vices to abhor; 65 And the first Wisdom, to be Fool no more. But to the world no 'bugbear is so great, As want of figure, and a small Eftate. To either India see the Merchant fly, Scar'd at the spectre of pale Poverty !

70 See him, with pains of body, pangs of soul, Burn through the Tropic, freeze beneath the Pole ! Wilt thou do nothing for a nobler end, Nothing, to make Philosophy thy friend?




this has all the spirit, it has not all the imagery of the Original; where Horace makes Poverty purlue, and keep pace with the Miser in his flight.

Per mare Pauperiem fugiens, per faxa, per ignes. But what follows,

Wilt thou do nothing, etc. far furpafies the Original.

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