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Quam puer et validus præfumis, mollitiem; feu
Dura valetudo inciderit, feu tarda fenectus?
*Rancidum aprum antiqui laudabant: non quia


Illis nullus erat; fed, credo, hac mente, quod hofpes
Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam
Integrum edax dominus confumeret.

hos utinam


Heroas natum tellus me prima tuliffet.
"Das aliquid famæ, quæ carmine gratior aurem
Occupet humanam ? grandes rhombi, patinæque
Grande ferunt una "cum damno dedecus, adde

Iratum patruum, vicinos, te tibi iniquum, Et fruftra mortis cupidum, cum deerit egenti PAs, laquei pretium.

Jure, inquit, Traufius iftis
Jurgatur verbis: ego vectigalia magna,
Divitiafque habeo tribus amplas regibus. Ergo,
Quod fuperat, non eft melius quo infumere poffis?
Cur eget indignus quifquam, te divite ? quare

Templa ruunt antiqua Deûm? cur, improbe, caræ
Non aliquid patriæ tanto emetiris acervo?

Uni nimirum tibi recte femper erunt res?

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VER. 118. How dar'f thou] Very spirited, and superior to the original; for dar'ft is far beyond the mere eget. Two lines on this subject in Armstrong are exquifitely tender, efpecially the second:

"E'en modeft want may bless your hand unfeèn,
Tho' hufh'd in patient wretchedness at home."


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* Our fathers prais'd rank Ven'fon. You fuppofe Perhaps, young men! our fathers had no nose. Not fo: a Buck was then a week's repast, And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last; More pleas'd to keep it till their friends could come, Than eat the sweetest by themselves at home.


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Why had not I in thofe good times my birth, Ere coxcomb-pies or coxcombs were on earth? Unworthy he, the voice of Fame to hear, That sweetest mufic to an honeft ear, (For 'faith, Lord Fanny! you are in the wrong, The world's good word is better than a song,) Who has not learn'd, " fresh fturgeon and ham-pie Are no rewards for want, and infamy! When Luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf, Curs'd by thy neighbours, thy trustees, thyself, To friends, to fortune, to mankind a shame, Think how pofterity will treat thy name; And buy a rope, that future times may tell Thou haft at least bestow'd one penny well.



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Right," cries his Lordship, "for a rogue in need "To have a Tafte, is infolence indeed :

"In me 'tis noble, fuits my birth and state,


"My wealth unwieldy, and my heap too great.' Then, like the Sun, let Bounty spread her ray, 115 And shine that fuperfluity away.

Oh Impudence of wealth! with all thy ftore,
How dar'ft thou let one worthy man be poor?
Shall half the new-built churches round thee fall?
Make Keys, build Bridges, or repair Whitehall:

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O magnus pofthac inimicis rifus! uterne
"Ad cafus dubios fidet fibi certius? hic, qui
Pluribus affuêrit mentem corpufque fuperbum;
An qui contentus parvo metuenfque futuri,
In pace, ut fapiens, aptarit idonea bello?

Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus

Integris opibus novi non latius ufum,

Quam nunc accifis. Videas, metato in agello,



cur, Improbe! caræ

Non aliquid patriæ tanto emetiris acervo ?"


Ver. 122. As M**o's was, &c.] I think this light stroke of fatire ill placed; and that it hurts the dignity of the preceding morality. Horace was very serious, and properly fo, when he faid,


He remembered, and hints with just indignation at, thofe luxurious Patricians of his old party; who, when they had agreed to establish a fund in the cause of Freedom, under the conduct of Brutus, could never be perfuaded to withdraw from their expenfive pleasures what was fufficient for the fupport of fo great a caufe. He had prepared his apology for this liberty, in the preceding line, where he pays a fine compliment to Auguftus!


"Templa ruunt antiqua Deûm ?"

which oblique Panegyric the Imitator has very properly turned into a direct ftroke of fatire. WARBURTON.

VER. 122. not at five per cent.] He could not forbear this ftroke against a nobleman, whom he had been for many years accuftomed to hear abused by his most intimate friends. A certain parafite, who thought to please Lord Bolingbroke by ridiculing the avarice of the Duke of M. was ftopt fhort by that Lord, who faid, "He was so very great a man, that I forgot he had that

Or to thy Country let that heap be lent,

As M**o's was, but not at five per cent.

Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind, Prepares a dreadful jeft for all mankind. And" who ftands fafeft? tell me, is it he That spreads and fwells in puff'd Profperity, Or bleft with little, whofe preventing care In peace provides fit arms against a war? *Thus BETHEL fpoke, who always fpeaks his thought,


And always thinks the very thing he ought:
His equal mind I copy
what I can,
And as I love, would imitate the Man.


In South-Sea days not happier, when furmis'd
The Lord of Thoufands, than if now " Excis'd;
In forest planted by a Father's hand,

Than in five acres now of rented land.




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vice."- WARTON.

VER. 122. five per cent.] Among the papers of the Orford collection, is a curious note to Sir. Robert Walpole, when Secretary at War, from the Duke of Marlborough, in which he says, he has a hundred thoufand pounds he does not know how to dispose of, and defires Walpole to put it out for him. From Mr. Coxe.

VER. 129. Thus BETHEL spoke,] This speech of Ofellus continues in the original to the end of this Satire. Pope has taken all that follows out of the mouth of Bethel, and speaks entirely in his own perfon. It is impoffible not to be pleased with the picture of his way of life, and the account he gives of his own table, in lines that exprefs common and familiar objects with dignity and elegance. WARTON.


VER. 133 In South-Sea days not happier, &c.] Mr. Pope had South Sea ftock, which he did not fell out. It was valued at between twenty and thirty thousand pounds when it fell.


Cum pecore et gnatis, fortem mercede colonum,
Non ego, narrantem, temere edi luce profesta
Quidquam, præterolus fumofæ cum pede pernæ.
Ac mihi feu longum poft tempus venerat hospes,
Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem
Vicinus; bene erat, non pifcibus urbe petitis,
Sed pullo atque hædo: tum 2 penfilis uva secundas
Et nux ornabat menfas, cum duplice ficu.
Poft hoc ludus erat cuppa potare magistra:
Ac venerata Ceres, ita culmo furgeret alto,
Explicuit vino contracte feria frontis.

Sæviat atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus! Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius,


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O pueri, nituiftis, ut huc novus incola venit?



VER. 134 than if now Excis'd;] Pope naturally joined the violent cry against the Excife, with the Party in oppofition to Sir R Walpole. Pulteney exclaimed upon another occafion:

"There is another thing impending! a monstrous project! fuch a project as has ftruck terror into the minds of most gentle. inen of this Houfe, and into the minds of all men without doors, who have any regard to the happinefs, or to the conflitution, of their country. I mean THAT MONSTER, THE EXCISE! that PLAN OF ARBITRARY POWER, which is expected to be laid before the House in the present Parliament." Coxe's Memoirs, chap. 41.

VER. 136. Than in five acres] He had a leafe of his house and gardens at Twickenham for his life. The leafe was purchased of a Mrs. Vernon; hence the expreffions,

-Does it concern one,

Whether the House belong to Pope, or Vernon?

VER. 152. double tax'd,] An additional tax was laid on the eftates of Papifts and Nonjurors.

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