Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum:

NATURAE DEUS HUMANAE, mortalis in unumQuodque caput, vultu mutabilis, albus, et ater.

• Utar, et ex modico, quantum res poscet, acervo Tollam: nec metuam, quid de me judicet haeres, Quod non plura datis invenerit. et tamen idem Scire volam, quantum fimplex hilarisque nepoti Discrepet, et quantum discordet

, parcus avaro.' Distat enim, spårgas tua prodigus, an neque fumtum Invitus facias, nec plura parare labores ; Ac potius, puer’ut feftis Quinquatribus olim, Exiguo gratoque fruaris tempore raptim. (E-Pauperies immunda procul procul absit : ego, utrum Nave ferar magna an parva ; ferar unus et idem.

Notes. VER. 277. fly, like Oglethorpe,]. Employed in settling the Colony of Georgia.

Ver. 280. That God of Nature, etc.) Here our Poet had an opportunity of illustrating his own Philosophy; and thereby giving a much better sense to his Original ; and correding boin the naturalism and the fate of Horace, which are covertly conveyed in these words,

One, drivin by Atrong Benevolence of foul,
Shall Ay, like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole;
Is known alone to that Directing Pow'r,
Who forms the Genius in the natal hour;
That God of Nature, who, within us ftill, -280
Inclines our action, not conftrains our will;
Various of temper, as of face or frame,
Each individual: His great End the fame.

• Yes, Sir, how small soever be my heap, A part I will enjoy, as well as keep.

285 My heir may figh, and think it want of grace A man so poor would live without a place: But sure no statute in his favour says, How free, or frugal, I thall pass my days: I, who at some times spend, at others spare, 290 Divided between carelefness and care. 'Tis one thing madly to disperse my Another, not to heed to treasure more; Glad, like a Boy, to fnatch the first good day, And pleas'd, if sordid want be far away. 295

* What is’t to me (a passenger God wot)
Whether my vefsel be first-rate or not?
The Ship itself may make a better figure,
But I that sail, am neither less nor bigger.

Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum,

NATURAE DEUS 'HUMANAE, Ver. 288. But fure no patute] Alluding to the fta. cutes made in England and Ireland, to regulate the Suco cestion of Papists, etc.


Non agimur tumidis velis Aquilone fecundo: Non tamen adverfis aetatem ducimus Austris. Viribus, ingenio, specie, virtute, loco, re, Extremi primorum, extremis usque priores. i ! Non es avarus: abi. quid i caetera jam fimul isto Cum vitio fugere? caret tibi pectus inani Ambitione ? caret mortis formidine et ira ? Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, fagas, No&urnos lemures, portentaque Theffala rides? Natales grate numeras ? ignoscis amicis ?

Lenior et melior fis accedente fenecta?

Quid te exemta levat spinis de pluribus una ?

» Vivere fi recte nescis, decede peritis.
Lufifti fatis, edisti satis, atque bibisti :
Tempus abire tibi est: ne potum largius aequo
Rideat, et pulset lasciva decentius aetas.

NOTES. VER. 312. Survey both worlds,] It is observable with what fobriety he has corrected the licentiousness of his Original, which made the expectation of another world a part of that fuperftition, he would explode; whereas his

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I neither strut with ev'ry fav’ring breath, 300
Nor strive with all the tempeft in my teeth.
In pow'r, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd
Behind the foremost, and before the last.

& “ But why all this of Av’rice? I have none."
I wish you joy, Sir, of a Tyrant gone; 305
But does no other lord it at this hour,
As wild and mad? the Avarice of pow'r?
Does neither Rage inflame, nor Fear appall?
Not the black fear of death, that faddens all?
With terrors round, can Reason bold her throne, 31.
Despise the known, nor tremble at th' unknown?
Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire,
In spight of witches, devils, dreams, and fire?
Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind,
And count each birth-day with a grateful mind? 3is
Has life no fourness, drawn so near its end?
Can'st thou endure a foe, forgive a friend?
Has age but melted the rough parts away,
As winter-fruits grow mild e'er they decay ?
Or will you think, my friend, your business done, 326
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one?

b Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, and drank your fill:
Walk fober off; before a sprightlier age
Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage:
Leave fuch to trifle with more grace and ease,
Whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please.

Imitator is only for removing the false terrors from the
world of spirits, such as the diablerie of witchcraft and


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