S A TIRE II. To Mr. BË T H E L. W H AT, and how great, the Virtue and the Art To live on little with a chearful heart; "(A doctrine fage, but truly none of mine) Let's talk, my friends, but talk · before we dine. * Not when a gilt Buffet's reflected pride Š Turns you from sound Philosophy afide ; Not when from plate to plate your eye-balls roll, And the brain dances to the mantling bowl. Hear Bethel's Sermon, one not vers’d in schools, But strong in sense, and wise without the rules. 10 Go work, hunt, exercise! (he thus began) Then scorn a homely dinner, if you cần. *Your wine lock'd up, your Butler stroll’d abroad, Or fifh deny'd (the river yet unthawd) NO È s. VER.9. Bethel. The same to whomh leveral of Mr. Pope's Letters are addressed. Defendens pisces hiemat mare: cum fale panis * Vix tamen eripiam, pofito pavone, velis quin ceris ifta, idem? ceffe eft. m Porre&tum magno magnum spectare catino If then plain bread and milk will do the feat, 15 The pleasure lies in you, and not the meat. * Preach as I please, I doubt our curious men Will chuse a pheasant still before a hen; Yet hens of Guinea full as good I hold, Except you eat the feathers green and gold. 20 'Of carps and mullets why prefer the great, (Tho' cut in pieces ere my Lord can eat) Yet for small Turbots such esteem profess? Because God made these large, the other less. * Oldfield with more than Harpy throat endu’d, 25 Cries “ Send me, Gods! a whole Hog barbecu’d!” NOTE s. VER. 25. Oldfield.] This eminent Glutton ran through a fortune of fifteen hundred pounds a year in the simple luxury of good eating. Ver. 26. Hog barbecu’d, &c.] A West Indian term of Gluttony; a hog roasted whole, stuffed with spice, and basted with Madera wine. P. VOL. IV. • Praesentes, Auftri, coquite horum opsonia ; quamquam alebant ? 'Sordidus a tenui victus diftabit, Ofello NO TE s, Ver. 27. Ob blast it, South-winds!] This has not the force, nor gives us the pleasant allusion of the original, foquite. VÆR. 42. Bedford-head;] A famous Eating-house. P. Ver. 43. Or ev'n to crack live Crawfijn] There is force and humour in dixerit and parebit, which the imitation does pot reach. Oh blast it, South-winds! till a stench exhale ''Tis yet in vain, I own, to keep a pother 45 * Avidien, or his Wife (no matter which, For him you'll call a' dog, and her a bitch) 50 NO TE . VÆR. 50. For him you'll calla dog, and her a bitch, &c.] Our Poet had the art of giving wit and dignity to his Billingsgate, which Horace seems not to have learnt. |