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E PISTOL A I.
RIMA diete mihi, summa dicende camena,
• Spectatum fatis, et donatum jam rude, quaeris,
Ver. 3. Sabbath of my days ?] i. e. The 49th year, the age of the Author.
Ver. 8. Hang their old Trophies o'er the Garden gates,] An occasional stroke of Satire on ill-placed ornaments. He has more openly ridiculed them in his Epifle on Tafte.
To L. BOLINGBROKE.
Matures my prefent, and shall bound
f A Voice there is, that whispers in my ear,
• Load fome vain Church with old theatric state,
“ Turn Arcs of Triumph to a garden gate. Ver. 10. ev'n in Brunswick's cause.] In the former Editions it was, Britain's caufe. Bue the terms are synony: mous,
Nunc itaque et " versus, et caetera ludicra pono:
Quid ' verum atque decens, curo et rogo, et omnis in
k Condo, et compono, quae mox depromere poffim.
Nunc agilis fio, et merfor a civilibus undis,
Virtutis verae cuftos, rigidusque fatelles :
Nunc in * Aristippi P furtim praecepta relabor,
Et mihi res, non me rebus, fubjungere conor.
9 Ut nox longa, quibus mentitur amica; diesque
. Omnis Aristippum decuit color, et status, et res.
Notes. Ver. 16. You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord Mayor's borse. The fame of this heavy Poet, however problematical elsewhere, was universally received in the City of London. His yersification is here exactly described : stiff,