THE Second Epiftle of the Second Book OF HORA CE. D Ludentis fpeciem dabit, et torquebitur. HoR. EAR Col'nel, COBHAM's and your country's You love a Verfe, take fuch as I can fend. b A Frenchman comes, prefents you with his Boy, Bows and begins-"This Lad, Sir, is of Blois: "Obferve his shape how clean! his locks how curl'd! 66 My only fon, I'd have him fee the world: Flore, bono claroque fidelis amice Neroni. Si quis forte velit puerum tibi vendere natum Tibure vel Gabiis, et tecum fic agat: "Hic et "Candidus, et talos a vertice pulcher ad imos, "Fiet eritque tuus nummorum millibus o&o; "Verna minifteriis ad nutus aptus heriles; VER. 4. This Lad, Sir, is of Blois :] A Town in Beauce, where the French tongue is fpoken in great purity. "His French is pure; his Voice too-you shall hear. "To fay too much, might do my honour wrong. IL "But, Sir, to you, with what would I not part? 15 "Tho 'faith, I fear, 'twill break his Mother's heart. "Once (and but once) I caught him in a lye, "And then unwhipp'd, he had the grace to cry: "The fault he has I fairly shall reveal, "(Could you o'erlook but that) it is to fteal. If, after this, you took the graceless lad, Could you complain, my Friend, he prov'd so bad? Faith, in fuch cafe, if you should profecute, I think Sir Godfrey fhould decide the fuit; 20 "Litterulis Græcis imbutus, indoneus arti "Culibet: argilla quidvis imitaberis uda : "Quin etiam canet indoctum, fed dulce bibenti. "Multa fidem promiffa levant, ubi plenius aequo "Laudat venales, qui vult extrudere, merces. "Res arget me nulla: meo fum pauper in aere. "Nemo hoc mangonum faceret tibi: non temere a me "Quivis ferret idem : femel hic ceffavit, et (ut fit) "In fealis latuit metuens pendentis habenae: "Des numinos, excepta nihil te fi fuga laedit. VER. 24. I think Sir Godfrey] An eminent Juftice of Peace, who decided much in the manner of Sancho Pancha...---Sir Godfrey Kneller. Who fent the Thief that ftole the Cash, away, d Confider then, and judge me in this light; I told you when I went, I could not write; e In ANNA's Wars, a Soldier poor and old Ille ferat pretium, poenae fecurus, opinor. Prudens emifti vitiofum: dicta tibi eft lex. Infequeris tamen hunc, et lite moraris iniqua. Dixi me pigrum proficifcenti tibi, dixi Talibus officiis prope mancum: ne mea faevus Jurgares ad te quod epiftola nulla veniret. Quid tum profeci, mecum facientia jura Si tamen attentas? quereris fuper hoc etiam, quod e Luculli miles collecta viatica multis 25 30 Aerumnis, laffus dum noctu ftertit, ad affem Perdiderat: poft hoc vehemens lupus, et fibi et hofti 35 40 Next pleas'd his Excellence a town to batter; (Its name I know not, and it's no great matter) 45 "Go on my Friend (he cry'd) see yonder walls! "Advance and conquer! go where glory calls! "More honours, more rewards attend the brave." Don't you remember what reply he gave ? "D'ye think me, noble Gen'ral such a Sot? "Let him take caftles who has ne'er a groat." 50 f Bred up at home, full early I begun To read in Greek the wrath of Peleus' fon. To hunt for Truth in Maudlin's learned grove) 55 Iratus pariter, jejunis dentibus acer, But knottier points we knew not half fo well, Depriv'd us foon of our paternal Cell; And certain laws by fuff'rers thought unjuft, 60 Deny'd all pofts of profit or of truft: While mighty WILLIAM's thund'ring arm prevail'd. He stuck to poverty with peace of mind; But (thanks to Homer) fince I live and thrive, Sure I fhould want the art of ten Monroes, If I would fcribble, rather than repose. 65 70 8 Years foll'wing years, steal something ev'ry day, At laft they steal us from ourselves away; In one our Frolics, one Amusements end, In one a Mistress drops, in one a Friend: Civilifque rudem belli tulit aeftus in arma, 75 VER. 70. Monroes.] Dr Monroe, Physician to Bedlam Hofpital. |