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If honeft S*z take fcandal at a Spark, That less admires the 2 Palace than the Park: Faith I Ihall give the answer a Reynard gave: “ I cannot like, dread Sir, your Royal Cave: 115 " Because I fee, by all the tracks about, 6 Full

goes in, but none come out." Adieu to Virtue, if you're once a Slave: Send her to Court, you send her to her grave.

Well, if a King's a Lion, at the leaft 120 The People are a many-headed Beast: Can they direct what measures to pursue, Who know themselves so little what to do? Alike in nothing but one Luft of Gold, Juft half the land would buy, and half be fold: 125

Notes. son why the People thould not be followed is because

Bellua multorum eft capitum. nam quid fequar,' aut quem they are so divers in their purfuits (says Horace) that one cannot follow this man without being condemned by that. The imitator says, they all go on one common principle, the luft of gold. This inaccuracy, tho' Horace has a little of it, yet he has however artfully disguised it, by speaking of the various objects of this one Pallion, avarice, as of so many various passions,

Pars bominum geffit conducere publica : funt qui, ett.
Cruftis et pomis

Múltis occulto, etc. but his imitator has unwarily drawn them to a point, by the introductory addition of the lines above,

Alike in nothing, etc,

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Si dixit dives; h lacus et mare sentit amorem

Festinantis heri : cui fi i vitiofa libido

Fecerit aufpicium; cras ferramenta Teanum


VER. 126. Their Country's wealth our mightier Misers drain, ] The undertakers for advancing Loans to the Public on the Funds. They have been commonly accused of making it a job. But in fo corrupt times, the fault is not always to be imputed to a Ministry: it having been found, on trial, that the wiseft and moft virtuous citizen of this or any other age, with every requifite knowledge in such matters, and supported by all the weight an honeft Admi

Their Country's wealth our mightier Misers drain,
Or cross, to plunder Provinces, the Main ;
The rest, some farm the Poor-box, fome the Pews 5
Some keep Affemblies, and would keep the Stews;
Some d with fat Bucks on childless Dotards fawn ; 130
Some win rich Widows by their Chine and Brawn;
While with the filent growth of ten per cent,
In dirt and darkness, bundreds stink content.

Of all these ways, if each pursues his own,
Satire be kind, and let the wretch alone : 135
But show me one who has in his pow's,
To act consistent with himself an hour.
Sir Job & fail'd forth, the ev'ning bright and ftill,
“ No place on earth (he cry'd) like Greenwich hill !"

Up ftarts a Palace, lo, th' obedient base 140
Stopes at its foot, the woods its fides embrace,
The silver Thames reflects its marble face.
Now let some whimsy, or that i Dev'l within
Which guides all those who know not what they

But give the Knight (or give his Lady) spleen ; 145

. niftration could afford him, was, they say, unable to abolish this inveterate mystery of iniquity:

Ver. 143. Now let fome whimsy, etc.] This is very spirited, but much inferior to the elegance of the Original,

Cui fi vitiofa Libido
Fecerit auspicium
which no modern imitation can reach.

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Tolletís, fabri. k lectus genialis in aula est ?

Nil ait effe prius, melius nil coelibe vita :

Si non eft, jurat bene folis esse maritis.

Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo?

Quid " pauper? ride: mutat coengcula, letos,

Balnea, P tonfores; conducto navigio aeque

Nauseat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis.

. Si curatus inaequali tonsore capillos

Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula pexac

Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impart

Rides. quid, 'mea Cum pugnat fententia fecum ;

Quod petiit, fpernit ; repetit quod nuper omisit ;

Aestuat, et vitae disconvenit ordine toto;

Notes. Ver. 155. They change their weekly Barber, etc.) Thefe fix lines much more spirited than the Original. In that, the inconftancy of temper in the common people is faci


“ Away, away! take all your scaffolds down, « For Snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in Town.”

At am'rous Flavio is the stocken thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. | The Fool whose Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter, For matrimonial folace dies a martyr.

151 Did ever m Proteus, Merlin, any witch, Transform themselves fo ftrangely as the Rich? Well, but the " Poor-The Poor have the same itch; They change their weekly Barber, weekly News, Prefer a new Japanner to their shoes,

156 Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and (They know not whither) in a Chaise and one; They P hire their sculler, and when once aboard, Grow fick, and damn the climate-like a Lord. 169

9 You laugh, half Beau half Sloven if I stand,
My wig all powder, and all snuff my
You laugh, if coat and breeches strangely vary,
White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary!
But when ' no Prelate's Lawn with hair-thirt lind,
Is half so incoherent as my Mind,

166 When (each opinion with the next at strife, One s ebb and flow of follies all my life)



rized only in a simple exposure of the case. Here the ridicule on the folly is heightened by a ridiculous representation of each circumstance that is the object of it.

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