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A wife man always is, or fhou'd
Be mighty ready to do good:
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;
But if you'd have me always near--
A word, pray, in your Honour's car.

I hope it is your

To give me back

Refolution

my Constitution!

The fprightly Wit, the lively Eye,

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Th' engaging Smile, the Gaiety,

That laugh'd down many a Summer Sun,

And kept you up so oft till one:

And all that voluntary Vein,

'As when Belinda rais'd my Strain.

A Weafel once made shift to flink

In at a Corn-loft thro' a Chink;
But having amply stuff'd his skin,
Could not get out as he got in;

"Haec feges ingratos tulit et feret omnibus annis.
Vir bonus et fapiens, dignis ait effe paratus!
Nec tamen ignorat, quid diftent aera lupinis ?
Dignum praeftabo me, etiam pro laude merentis.
Quod fi me noles ufquam difcedere: reddes
Forte latus, nigros augufta fronte capillos:
Reddes dulce loqui; reddes ridere decorum, et
Inter vina fugam Cynarae moerere protervae.
Forte per anguftam tenuis vulpecula rimam
Repferat in cumeram frumenti: paftaque, rurfus
Ire foras pleno tendebat corpore frustra,

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Which one belonging to the House

('Twas not a Man, it was a Moufe) Obferving, cry'd, "You fcape not so, "Lean as you came, Sir, you must go." Sir, you may spare your Application,

I'm no fuch Beast, nor his Relation;

Nor one that Temperance advance,

Cramm'd to the Throat with Ortolans:
Extremely ready to refign

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All that may make me none of mine.

South-fea Subscriptions take who please,
Leave me but Liberty and Ease.

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'Twas what I faid to Craggs and Child,
Who prais'd my Modefty, and fmil'd.
Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me)
My Bread, and Independency!
So bought an Annual Rent or two,
And liv'd-just as you see I do ;
Near fifty, and without a Wife,
I trust that finking Fund, my Life.

Cui muftela procul, Si vis, ait, effugere iftinc;
Macra cavum repetes artum, quem macra fubifti.
Hac ego fi compellor imagine, cuncta refigno:
Nec fomnum plebis laudo fatur altilium, nec
Otia divitiis Arabum liberrima muto.
Saepe verecundum laudafti: Rexque, Paterque
Audifti coram, nec verbo parcius abfens:
Infpice, fi poffum donata reponere laetus.

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Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,

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Shrink back to my Paternal Cell,

A little Houfe, with Trees a-row,
And, like its Mafter, very low.

There dy'd my Father, no man's Debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worfe nor better.

To fet this matter full before ye,
Our old Friend Swift will tell his Story.
"Harley, the Nation's great fupport,"
But you may read it, I stop short.

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Parvum parva decent. mihi jam non regia Roma, Sed vacuum Tibut placet, aut imbelle Tarentum. et fortis, caufifque Philippus agendis

Strenuus Clarus, &c.

SATIRE VI.

The First Part imitate in the Year 1714, by Dr. SWIFT; the latter Part added afterwards.

"VE often wish'd that I had clear

I For life, fix hundred pounds a year,

A handfome Houfe to lodge a Friend,
A River at my garden's end,
A Terras-walk, and half a Rood

Of Land, fet out to plant a Wood.

Well, now I have all this and more,

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I afk not to encrease my ftore;

But here a Grievance feems to lie,

All this is mine but till I die;

'I can't but think itwould found more elever,

To me and to my Heirs for ever.

• If I ne'er got or lost a groat,

By any Trick or any Fault;

Hoc erat in votis: modus agri non ita magnus,
Hortus ubi, et tecto vicinus jugis aquae fons,
Et paulum filvae fuper his foret. auctius, atque
Di melius fecere. bene eft. nil amplius oro,
Maia nate, nifi ut propria haec mihi munera faxis.
Si neque majorem feci ratione mala rein,

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"And if I pray by Reason's rules,

"And not like Forty other Fools:

As thus, "Vouchfafe, oh Gracious Maker! "To grant me this and t'other Acre: "Or, if it be thy Will and Pleasure, "Direct my Plow to find a Treafure:" 'But only what my Station fits, And to be kept in my right wits, Preferve, Almighty Providence! Jaft what you gave me, Competence: And let me in these shades compofe Something in Verfe as true as Profe;

Remov'd from all th' Ambitious Scene,

• Nor puff'd by Pride, nor funk by Spleen.'
In short, I'm perfectly content,

Let me but live on this fide Trent;
Nor cross the Channel twice a year,
To spend fix Months with Statefinen here.

Nec fum facturus vitio culpave minorem:
Si veneror ftultus nihil horum, O fi angulus ille
Proximus accedat, qui nunc denormat agellum!
Ofi urnam argenti fors quæ mihi monftret! ut illi,
Thefauro invento qui mercenarius agrum

Illum ipfum mercatus aravit, dives amico

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Hercule, fi, quod adeft, gratum juvat! hac prece te oro,
Pingue pecus domino facias, et caetera praeter
Ingenium; utque foles, cuftos mihi maximus adfis.
Ergo ubi me in montes et in arcem ex Urbe removi,
Quid prius illuftrem Satiris Mufaque pedeftri?
Nec mala me ambitio perdit, nec plumbeus Auster,
Autumnufque gravis, Libitinae quaeftus, acerbae..