Can they direct what measures to pursue, Who know themselves fo little what to do? Just half the land would buy, and half be fold: Their Country's wealth our mightier Mifers drain, Or cross, to plunder Provinc es, the Main; 125 The reft, fome farm the Poor-box, fome the Pews; Of all these ways, if each f pursues his own, 135 Sir Job fail'd forth, the ev`ning bright and still, Slopes at its foot, the woods its fides embrace, с 140 Pars hominum geftit conducere, publica: funt qui d Cruftis et pomis viduas venentur avaras, Excipiantque fenes, quos in vivaria mittant: f verum e Multis occulto crefcit res fenore. Efto aliis alios rebus ftudiifque teneri : Iidem eadem poffunt horam durare probantes? 8 Nullus in urbe finus Baiis prælucet amœnis, Si dixit dives; lacus et mare fentit amorem } Now let fome whimfy, or that i Dev'l within mean, But give the Knight (or give his Lady) spleen; "Away, away! take all your fcaffolds down, 146 "For Snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in Town." At am'rous Flavio is the k stocken thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. 1 The Fool, whofe Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter, For matrimonial folace dies a martyr, Did ever m Proteus, Merlin, any witch, Transform themselves fo strangely as the Rich? 151 Well, but the n Poor--The Poor have the fame itch;. Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and run Feflinantis heri : cui si i vitiofa libido ות n Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? You laugh, if coat and breeches ftrangely vary, But when no Prelate's Lawn with hair-shirt lin❜d, When (each opinion with the next at ftrife, It plant, root up; I build, and then confound; Kind to my drefs, my figure, not to Me. X Is this my Guide, Philofopher and Friend? 166 171 175 This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend; Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula pexae Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar; Aeftuat, et vitae disconvenit ordine toto; Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ? Lov'd 2 without youth, and follow'd without power; b Ad fummam, fapiens uno y minor eft Jove, dives, z Liber, a honoratus, pulcher, rex denique regum ; Praecipue fanus, & nifi cum pituita molefta eft. THE Sixth Epiftle of the First Book O F HORA CE; To Mr MURRAY. દુઃ OT to admire, is all the Art I know, "N To make men happy, and to keep them fo.." (Plain Truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flow'rs of fpeech, So take it in the very words of Creech.) b This Vault of Air, this congregated Ball, Self-center'd Sun, and Stars that rife and fall, There are, my Friend! whofe philofophic eyes Look thro', and trust the Ruler with his fkies, To him commit the hour, the day, the year, And view this dreadful All without a fear. NIL admirari, prope res est una, Numici, C 5 ΤΟ |