Tolletis, fabri. * lectus genialis in aula eft?

Nil ait esse prius, melius nil coelibe vita :

Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis.

Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo?

Quid * pauper? ride: mutat coenacula, leitos,

Balnea, P tonfores; conducto navigio aeque

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Nauseat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis.

Si curatus inaequali tonsore capillos

Occurro; rides. fi forte subucula pexae

Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar;'

Rides. quid, ' mea Cum pugnat fententia secum ;

Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omifit;

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 Sari

“ 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 k ftocken thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. I The Fool whose Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter, For matrimonial solace 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 run (They know not whither) in a Chaise and one; They hire their sculler, and when once aboard, Grow fick, and damn the climate-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-thirt lin'd,
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)

Nores.

rized only in a fimple expofure of the case. Here che ti dicule on the folly is heightened by a ridiculous representation of each circumstance that is the object of it.

* Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ?

Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides,

Nec medici credis, nec curatoris egere

A praetore dati; rerum * tutela mearum

Cum fis, et prave sectum ftomacheris ob unguem,

De te pendentis, te respicientis amici.

Ad fummam, sapiens uno Y minor est jove, dives,

Liber, honoratus, pulcher, rex denique regum;

Praecipue fanus, . nisi cum pituita molesta eft.

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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 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, a 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 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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