Imitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT.
'T's would be with you, June the third; I'S true, my Lord, I gave my word,
Chang'd it to Auguft, and (in fhort)
Uinque dies tibi pollicitus me rure futurum,
Sextilem totum mendax defiderer. Atqui
You humour me when I am fick,
Why not when I am fplenatick?
In town, what Objects could I meet ?
The fhops fhut up in every street,
And Fun'rals black'ning all the Doors,
And yet more melancholy Whores :
And what a duft in ev'ry place?
And a thin Court that wants your Face,
And Fevers raging up and down,
And P-x and P** both in town!
"The Dog-days are no more the cafe.”
'Tis true, but Winter comes apace:
Then fouthward let your Bard retire,
Hold out fome months 'twixt Sun and Fire,
And you fhall fee, the firft warm Weather,
Me and the Butterflies together.
My Lord, your Favours well I know; 'Tis with Distinction you beftow;
Si me vivere vis fanum recteque valentem,
Quam mihi das agro, dabis ægrotare timenti,
Mecenas, veniam; dum ficus prima calorque
Defignatorem decorat litoribus atris;
Dum pueris omnis pater & matercula pallet ;
Oficiofaque fedulitas, & opella forenfis
Adducit febres, & teftamenta refignat.
Quod fi bruma nives Albanis illinet agris,
Ad mare defcendet vates tuus, & fibi parcet,
Contra&ufque leget; te, dulcis amice, revifet
Cum Zephyris, fi concedes, & birundine prima.
Non quo more pyris vefci Calaber jubet hofpes,
And not to every one that comes,
Juft as a Scotsman does his Plumbs.
Pray take them, Sir, Enough's a Feast: "Eat fome, and pocket up the reft
What rob your Boys? those pretty rogues!
"No Sir, you'll leave them to the Hogs.
Thus Fools with Compliments befiege ye,
Contriving never to oblige ye.
Scatter your Favours on a Fop,
Ingratitude's the certain crop;
And 'tis but juft, I'll tell you wherefore,
You gave the things you never care for.
A wife man always is or fhould
Be mighty ready to do good s
But makes a diff'rence in his thought
Betwixt a Guinea and a Groat.
Now this I'll fay, you'll find in me
A fafe Companion, and a free;
Tu me fecifti locupletem: "Vefcere fodes.
Jam fatis eft." At tu quantum vis tolle. Benigne.
"Non invifa feres pueris munufcula parvis.
Tam teneor dono quam fi dimittar onuftus.
"Ut libet: hæc porcis hodie comedenda relinques.
Prodigus & ftultus donat que fpernit & odit:
Hac feges ingratos tulit, & feret omnibus annis.
Vir bonus & fapiens dignis dit effe paratus ;
Nec tamen ignorat quid diftent æra lupinis.
Dignum præftabo me etiam pro laude merentis.
But if you'd have me always near-
A word, pray, in your Honour's ear.
I hope it is your Refolution
To give me back my Conftitution!
The fprightly Wit, the lively Eye,
Th' engaging Smile, the Gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a Summer's Sun, i
And kept you up fo oft till one
And all that voluntary Vein,
As when Belinda rais'd my Strain.
A Weafel once made fhift to flink
In at a Corn-loft thro' a Chink;
But having amply stuff'd his skin,
Cou'd not get out as he got in:
Which one belonging to the House.
('Twas not a Man, it was a Moufe)
Obferving, cry'd, "You fcape not fo,
"Lean as you came, Sir, you must go."
Sir, you may spare your Application,
I'm no fuch Beaft, nor his Relation;
Quod fi me noles ufquam difcedere, reddes
Forte latus, nigros angufta fronte capillos;
Reddes dulce loqui; reddes ridere decorum, &
Inter vina fugam Cynara mærere protervæ.
Forte per anguftam tenais nitedula rimam
Repferat in cumeram frumenti; paftaque rurfus
Ire foras pleno tendebat corpore fruftra:
Cui mufiela procul, Si vis, ait effugere iftine,
Macra cavum repetes ar&um, quem macra fubiti.
Hac ego fi compellor imagine, cuncta refigno:
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