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His wealth brave Timon gloriously confounds; 85
But if to power and place your passion lie, If in the pomp of life consists the joy, Then bire a slave, or (if you will) a lord, To do the honours, and to give the word; Tell at your levee, as tbe crowds approach, To whom to nod, whom take into your coach, Whom honour with your hand; to make remarks, Who rules in Cornwall, or who rules in Berks: 5. This may be troublesome, is near the chair; 105 That makes three members, this can chuse a inayor.” Instructed thus, you bow, embrace, protest, Adopt hiin son, or cousin at the least, Then turn about, and langh at your own jest. Or if your life be one continued treat,
110 If to live well means nothing but to eat; Up, up! cries Gluttony, 'tis break of day, Gu drive the deer, and drag the finny prey 3 With hounds and horns go hunt an appetite Bo Russel did, but could not eat at night; 115 Call'd happy dog the beggar at his door, And envied thirst and hunger to the poor. Or shall we every decency confound, Through taverns, stews, and bagnios take our round? Go dine with Chartres, in each vice outdo 120 K**l's lewd cargo, or Ty**y's crew, From Latian Syreus, French Circaan feasts, Return'd well travell’d, and transform’d to beasts;
Or for a titled puuk or foreign flame
If, after all, we must with Wilmot *
BOOK I. EPISTLE VII.
IN THE MANNER OF DR. SWIFT.
'Tis true, my lord, I gave my word
• The dog-days are no more the case.'
My lorú, your favours well I know;
* Harl of Rocresleri
Pray take them sir-enough's a feast :
wise man always is or shou'd
Now this I'll say, you'll find in me
Sir, you may spare your application,
South-sea subscriptions take who please,
To set this matter full before ye,
Harley, the nation's great supportBut you may read it, I stop short,
BOOK II. EPISTLE I.
ADVERTISEMENT. The reflections of Horace, and the judgments passed in his epistle
to Augustus, seemed so seasonable to the present times, that I could not help applying them to the use of my own country. The author thought them considerable enough to address them to his prince, whom he paints with all the great and good qua. lities of a monarch upon whom the Romans depended for the increase of an absolute empire: but to make the poem entirely English, I was willing to add one or two of those which con. tribute to the bappiness of a free people, and are more consistent
with the welfare of our neighbours. This epistle will shew the learned world to have fallen into two
mistakes: one, that Augustus was a patron of poets in general; whereas he not only prohibited all but the best writers to name him, but recommended that care even to the civil magistrate; Admonebat pratores, ne paterentur nomen suum obsolefieri, &c. the other, that this piece was only a general discourse of poetry; whereas it was an apology for the poets, in order to render Augustus more their patron. Horace here pleads the cause of his contemporaries; first, against the taste of the town, whose humour it was to magnify the authors of the preceding age; secondly, against the court and nobility, who encouraged only the
writers for the theatre; and lastly, against the emperor himself, who had conceived them of little use to the government. He shews (by a view of the progress of learning, and the change of taste among the Romans) that the introduction of the polite arts of Greece had given the writers of his time great advantages over their predecessors; that their morals were much improved, and the licence of those ancient poets restrained ; that satire and comedy were become more just and useful; that whatever extravagances were left on the stage were owing to the ill taste of the nobility; that poets, under due regulations, were in many respects useful to the state; and concludes, that it was upon them the emperor himself must depend for his fame with posterity. We may further learn from this epistle, that Horace made his court
to this great prince, by writing with a decent freedom toward hịm, with a just contempt of his low flatterers, and with a manly regard to his own character. P.
While you, great patron of mankind! sustain
Edward and Henry, now the boast of fame,
To thee the world its present homage pays,