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Then fouthward let your bard retire,
Hold out some months 'twixt Sun and Fire,
And you shall see the first warm Weather,
Me and the Butterflies together.
My Lord, your Favours well I know;
'Tis with distinction you bestow;
And not to ev'ry one that comes,
Just as a Scotsman does his Plums.
“ Pray take them, Sir- Enough's a Feast:
“ Eat some, and pocket up the rest”-
What, rob your Boys ? those pretty rogues !
“ No, Sir, you'll leave them to the Hogs.”
Thus Fools with Compliments besiege ye,
Contriving never to oblige ye.
Scatter your favours on a Fop,
Ingratitude's the certain crop ;
And 'tis but just, I'll tell you wherefore,
You give the things you never care for.
A wise man always is or shou'd
Be mighty ready to do good;
Ad mare descendet vates tuus, et fibi parcet,
Contractusque leget; te, dulcis amice, reviset
Cum Zephyris, fi concedes, et hirundine primâ.
Non, quo more pyris vesci Calaber jubet hofpes,
Tu me fecifti locupletem. Vefcere fodes.
Jam fatis eft. At tu quantumvis tolle. Benigne.
Non invisa feres pueris munuscula parvis.
Tam teneor dono, quàm fi dimittar onuftus.
Ut libet: haec porcis hodie comedenda relinques.
Prodigus et ftultus donat quae fpernit et odit :
Haec seges ingratos tulit et feret omnibus annis.
Vir bonus et sapiens, dignis ait esse paratum! .
But makes a diff'rence in his thought
Betwixt a Guinea and a Groat.
Now this I'll say, you'll find in me
A safe Companion, and a free;
But if you'd have me always near
A word, pray, in your Honour's car.
I hope it is your Resolution
To give me back my Constitution !
The fprightly Wit, the lively Eye,
Th’ engaging Smile, the Gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a Summer Sun,
And kept you up so oft till one :
And all that voluntary Vein,
As when Belinda rais'd my Strain.
A Weazel once made fhift to flink
In at a Corn-loft through a Chink;
But having amply stuff’d his skin,
Could not get out as he got in:
Which one belonging to the House
('Twas not a Man, it was a Mouse)
Observing, cry'd, “ You 'scape not so,
“ Lean as you came, Sir, you muit go."
Nec tamen ignorat, quid distent aëra lupinis ?.
Dignum praeftabo me, etiam pro laude merentis.
Quod fi me noles usquam discedere; reddes
Forte latus, nigros angusta fronte capillos :
Reddes dulce loqui :, reddes ridere decorum, et
Inter vina fugam Cynarae moerere protervae.
Forte per angustam tenuis vulpecula rimam .
Repserat in cumeram frumenti: paitaque, rursus
Ire foras pleno tendebat corpore frustra,
Cui mustela procul, Si vis, ait, effugere istinc ;
Macra cavum repetes arctum, quem macra subifti.
Sir, you may spare your Application,
I'm no such Beast, nor his Relation ;
Nor one that Temperance advance,
Cramın'd to the Throat with Ortolans :
Extremely ready to resign
All that may make me none of mine.
South-sea Subscriptions take who please,
Leave me but Liberty and Ease.
'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child,
Who prais'd my Modesty, and smild.
Give me, I cry’d (enough for me),
My Bread, and Independency !
So bought an Annual-rent or two,
And liv'd --just as you see I do;
Near fifty, and without a Wife,
I trust that finking Fund, my Life.
Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,
Shrink back to my Paternal Cell,
A little House, with Trees a-row,
And, like its Master, very low.
There dy'd my Father, no man's Debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worse nor better.
• If I ne'er got or lost a groat, • By any Trick, or any Fault; • And if I pray by Reason's rules,
Hac ego fi compellar imagine, cuncta resigno;
Nec fomnum plebis laudo fatur altilium, nec
Otia divitiis Arabum liberrima muto.
Saepe verecundum laudâfti : Rexque, Paterque
Audîfti coram, nec verbo parcius abfens :
Inspice, fi pofsum donata reponere laetus.
Parvum parva decent. mihi jam non regia Roma, Sed vacuum Tibur placet, aut imbelle Tarentum.
To set this Matter full before ye,
Our old Friend Swift will tell his Story.
" Harley, the Nation's great Support,” – But you may read it, I stop short.
Strenuus et fortis, caufisque Philippus agendis Clarus, &c.
The first Part imitated in the Year 1714, by Dr.
Swift; the latter Part added afterwards. .
T'VE often wilh'd that I had clear
For life, fix hundred pounds a-year,
A handsome House to lodge a Friend,
A River at my Garden's end,
A Terras-walk, and half a Rood.
Of Land, set out to plant a Wood.
Well, now I have all this and more,
I ask not to increase my store;
But here a Grievance seems to lie, · All this is mine but till I die; "I can't but think 'twould sound more clever, - To me and to my Heirs for ever.”
Hoc erat in votis : modus agri non ita magnus,
Hortus ubi, et tecto vicinus jugis aquae fons, Et paulum filvae super his foret. auctius, atque Dî melius fecere. bene eft. nil amplius oro, . Maia nate, nisi ut propria haec mihi munera faxis.
:::35 • And not like Forty other Fools :
As thus : « Vouchsafe, oh Gracious Maker! * To grant me this and t'other Acre : “ Or, if it be thy Will and Pleasure, “ Direct my Plow to find a Treasure :" . But only what my Station fits,
And to be kept in my right Wits,
• Preserve, Almighty Providence !
• Just what you gave me, Competence :
• And let me in these Shades compose
• Something in Verse as true as Prose;
• Remov'd from all th' Ambitious Scene,
Nor puff'd by Pride, nor sunk by Spleen.'
In short, I'm perfectly.content,
Let me but live on this side Trent;
Nor cross the Channel twice a year, a
To spend fix Months with Statefmen here.
Si neque majorem feci ratione mala rent,
Nec sum facturus vitio culpáve minorem :
Si veneror' ftultus nihil horum, O fi angulus ille
Proximus accedat, qui nunc denormat agellum !
O fi urnam argenti fors quae mihi monstret ! ut illi, .
Thesauro invento qui mercenariús agrum •
Illum ipfum mercatus aravit, dives amico
Hercule: si, quod adeft, gratum juvat: hâc prece te oro,
Pingue pecus domino facias, et caetera praeter
Ingenium ; utque foles, custos mihi maximus adfis.
Ergo ubi me in montes et in arcem ex urbe removi,
Quid prius illustrem Satiris Musaque pedestri!
Nec mala me ambitio perdit, nec plumbeus Auster,
Autumnusque gravis, Libitinae quaeftus acerbae.