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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
Lenta videtur opus debentibus : ut piger annus
Pupillis, quos dura premit custodia matrum:
Sic mihi tarda' fluunt ingrataque tempora, quae spem
Confiliumque morantur agendi gnaviter s id, quod
Aeque pauperibus prodeft, locupletibus aeque,
Aeque neglectum pueris, senibufque nocebit.
Reftat, ut his ego me ipse regam folerque ele
w Non posfis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus;
Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus inungi:
Nec, quia desperes invicti membra Glyconis,
y Fervet Avaritia, miseroque cupidine pectus?
VER. 45. can no wants endure;] i. e. Can want nothing. Badly exprefled.
VER.51. I'll do what Mead-] Mr. Pope highly efteemed and loved this worthy man, whole unaffected humanity and benevolence have stifled much of that envy which his eminence in his profeflion would otherwise have drawn out.
Long as the Year’sidull circle seems to run,
+ Late as it is, I put myself to school,
Say, does thy v blood rebel, thy bosom move
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.''
Sunt verba et voces, quibus hunc lenire dolorem
Posfis, et ? magnam morbi deponere partem.
Laudis amore tumes? sunt a certa piacula, quae te
Ter pure lecto poterunt recreare libello.
Invidus, iracundus, iners, vinosus, o amator,
Nemo 4 adeo ferus eft, ut non mitescere poffit,
Si modo culturae patientem commodet aurem.
• Virtus eft, vitium fugere; et fapientia prima,
Stultitia caruisse. vides, quae f maxima credis
Esse mala, exiguum censum, turpemque repulsam,
Quanto devites animi, capitisque labore.
Impiger extremos curris mercator ad Indos,
VER. 58. Between the fits-] The sense of
magnam morbi deponere partem is here very happily expressed. And
Ter pure lečto etc. in the following line, as happily varied. But the whole paffage, which describes the use and efficacy of fatire, is admirably imitated.
Ver. 70. Scar'd at the specirc 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.