« ZurückWeiter »
Quinquennes oleas est, et sylvestria corna;
Cujus odorem olei nequeas perferre (licebit
Quali igitur victu fapiens utetur, et horum
Mundus erit, qua non offendat fordibus, atque In neutram partem cultus miser. - Hic neque servis Albuti senis exemplo, dum munia didit, Saevus erit; nec fic ut fimplex • Naevius, unitam Convivis praebebit aquam: vitium hoc quoque ma
gnum. Accipe nunc, victus tenuis quae quantaque fecum Afferat. « In primis valeas bene; nam variae res Ut noceant homini, credas, memor illius efcae, Quae fimplex o elim tibi federit. at fimul affis. .. Miscueris elixa, fimul conchylia turdis; Dulcia se in bilem vertent, ftomachoque tumultum Lenta feret pituita. Vides, ut pallidus omnis
Sell their presented partridges, and fruits,
y He knows to live, who keeps the middle state, .
• Nrw hear what blessings Temperance can bring: (Thus said our Friend, and what he said I fing) . First Health : The stomach (cramm’d from ev'ry dish,
70 . A tomb of boil'd and roast, and Aesh and fish, Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar, And all the man is one inteftine war) Remembers oft · the School-boy's simple fare, The temp’rate sleeps, and spirits light as air. 75
How pale, each Worshipful and Rev'rend guest Rise from a Clergy, or a City feast !
Coena desurgat dubia ? quin corpus onuftum
& Alter, ubi dicto citius curata sopori
Hic tamen ad melius poterit transcurrere quondam ;
* Rancidum aprum antiqui laudabant : non quia nafus Illis nullus erat; sed, credo, hac mente, quod hofpes Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam
Notes. . Ver. 80. The Soul subsides, and wickedly inclines To feem but mortol, eu'n in found Divines.] Horace was an Epicurean, and laughed at the immortality of the soul. He therefore describes that languor of the mind proceed. ing from intemperance, on the idea, and in the terms of Placo,
afigit humo divinae particulam aurae. To this his ridicule is pointed. Our Poet, with more so briety and judgment, has turned the ridicule, from the Doctrine, which he believ d, upon those Preachers of it, whose fealts and compotations in Taverns did not edify
What life in all that ample body, say?
& On morning wings how active springs the Mind That leaves the load of yesterday behind ?
How easy ev'ry labour it pursues ? · How coming to the Poet ev'ry Muse? . .85
Not but we may exceed, some holy time, Or tir'd in search of Truth, or search of Rhyme; Ill health some just indulgence may engage, And more the sickness of long life,. Old age ; · For fainting Age what cordial drop remains, 95 If our intemp’rate Youth the vessel drains ?
* Our fathers prais'd rank Ven'son. You suppose Perhaps, young men! our fathers had no nose. Not so: a Buck was then a week's repast, And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last; 100 More pleas'd to keep it till their friends should come Than eat the sweetest by themselves at home.
Notes. him: and so has added surprizing humour and spirit to the easy elegance of the Original.
Ver. 82. On morning wings etc.) Much happier and nobler than the Original.
Ver. 87. Or tir'd in search of Truth, or search of Rhyme.] A fine ridicule on the extravagance of human purluits ; where the most trilling and moft important concerns of life succeed one another, indifferently.
Integrum edax dominus consumeret. ' hos utinama
Heroas natum tellus me prima tulisset.
* Das aliquid famae, quae carmine gratior aurem Occupet humanam ? grandes rhombi, patinaeque Grande ferunt una "cum damno dedecus. adde
Iratum patruum, vicinos, te tibi iniquum, Et frustra mortis cupidum, cum deerit egenti P As, laquei pretium.
? Jure, inquit, Trausius iftis Jurgatur verbis : ego vectigalia magna, Divitiasque habeo tribus amplas regibus. Ergo, Quod fuperat, non eft melius quo insumere poffis ? Cur eget indignus quisquam, te divite? quare s Templa ruunt antiqua Deûm? cur, improbe, carae Non aliquid patriae tanto emetiris acervo ? Uni nimirum tibi recte femper erunt res?
Notes. Ver. 128. As M**o's was, etc.] I think this light troke of satire ill placed ; and hurts the dignity of the