Frankendaal jcups Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit and the Throne, Yet touchd and shamd by Ridicule alone Ep. to Salires part 2. SAT IR E I. To Mr FORTESCUE. P.T HERE are (I scarce can think it, but am told) a There are, to whom my Satire seems too bold: c'I come to Counsel learned in the Law: F. I'd write no more. P. Not write? but then I think, 5 ΤΟ a SUNT quibus in Satira videar nimis acer, et ultra Legem tendere opus; b fine nervis altera, quidquid Compofui, pars effe putat, fimilefque meorum Mille die verfus deduci poffe. Quid faciem prescribe. T. d Quiefcas. Trebati, H. Ne faciam, inquis, Omnino verfus ? T. Aio. H. Peream male, fi non Optimum erat: verum nequeo dormire. F. You could not do a worse thing for your life. 15 Why, if the nights seem tedious――take a wife: f Or rather truly, if your point be rest, Lettuce and cowflip-wine; Probatum eft. But talk with Celfus, Celfus will advise Hartshorn, or fomething that fhall clofe your eyes. 20 8 Or, if you needs muft write, write CESAR's Praise, You'll gain at least a Knighthood, or the Bays. P. What? like Siri Richard, rumbling, rough, and fierce, With ARMS, and GEORGE, and BRUNSWICK crowd the verfe, Rend with tremendous found your years afunder, 25 With Gun, Drum, Trumpet, Blunderbufs, and Thunder? F. Then all your Mufe's fofter art display, T. f Ter un&i Tranfnanto Tiberim, fomno quibus eft opus alto; 8 Aut, fi tantus amor fcribendi te rapit, aude CESARIS invicti res dicere, ↳ multa laborum Pramia laturus. H. Cupidum, pater optime, vires i Deficiunt: neque enim quivis horrentia pilis T. Attamen et juftum poteras et fcribere fortem, 30 VER. 28. falling Horfe ?] The horfe on which his Majefty charged at the battle of Oudenard; when the Pretender, and the Princes of the blood of France, fled before him. Lull with AMELIA's liquid name the Nine, P. Alas! few verfes touch their nicer ear; They fcarce can bear their Laureate twice a year; It is to Hiflery he trufts for Praife. F. Better be Cibber, I'll maintain it ftill, 35 40 P. What should ail them ? F. A hundred smart in Timon and in Balaam: The fewer ftill you name, you wound the more : Bond is but one, but Harpax is a score. P. Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny Scarfdale his Bottle, Darty his Ham-pye; Ridotta fips and dances, till fhe fee The doubling luftres dance as fast as the; PF- loves the Senate, Hockley-hole his brother, VOL. II. Y H. Haud mihi deero, 45 50 Cum res ipfa feret: nifi dextro tempore, Flacci |