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Tolletis, fabri. * lectus genialis in aula eft? Nil ait effe prius, melius nil coelibe vita :

Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis.

Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? Quid pauper? ride: mutato coenacula, leitos, Balnea, P tonfores ; conducto navigio aeque ; :

Nauseat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremiss

Si curatus inaequali tonsore capillos
Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula pexae
Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar ;
Rides. quid, ! mea Cum pugnat fententia secum ;
Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omifit;
: 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 ail your scaffolds down, .. « For Snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in Town.”

At am'rous Flavio is the k stocken thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. "The Fool whose Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter, For matrimonial solace dies a martyr. - 150 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 o weekly Barbor, weekly News, Prefer a new Japanner to their shoes,

156 Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and run (They know not whither) in a Chaise and one; They P hire their sculler, and when once aboard, Grow fick, and damn the climáte-like a Lord.' 160

4 You laugh, half Beau half Sloven if I stand, : My wig all powder, and all snuff my band ;

You laugh, if coat and breeches strangely vary, ...
White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary!
But when no Prelate's Lawn with hair-lhirt lin’d,
Is half so incoherent as my Mind,
When (each opinion with the next at strife,
One s ebb and flow of follies all my life)


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

** Diruit, acdificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ?

v Infanire putas solennia me, neque rides,

Nec * medici credis, nec curatoris egere

A praetore dati ; rerum * tutela mearum

· Cum fis, et prave fectum ftomacheris ob unguem,

De te pendentis, te refpicientis amici.

Ad fummam, sapiens uno y minor eft Jove, dives,

2 Liber, honoratus, 5 pulcher, rex denique regum;

Praecipue fanus, * nifi cum pituita molefta eft.

I plant, root up; 1 build, and then confound; Turn round to square, and square again to round;"

You never change one muscle of your face, 171 You think this Madness but a common case, Nor w once to Chanc'ry, nor to Hale apply; Yet hang your lip, to see a Seam awry! Careless how ill I with myself agree,

175 Kind to my dress, my figure, not to Me. Is this my * Guide, Philosopher, and Friend? This, he who loves me, and who ought to mend ? Who ought to make me (what he can, or none,)

That Man divine whom Wisdom calls her own; 180 Great without Title, without Fortune bless’d; Rich Y ev'n when plunder'd, 2 honour'd while op

press’d; Lov'd a without youth, and follow'd without pow'r; At home, tho' exil'd; free, tho' in the Tower ; In short, that reas'ning, high, immortal Thing, 185 Just less than Jove, and d much above a King, Nay, half in heav'n— except (what's mighty odd) A Fit of Vapours clouds this Demy-God.

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