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Could Laureate Dryden * Pimp and Fry'r engage,
Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage ?
And I not strip the gilding off a knave, . 115
· Unplac'd, unpenfion'd, no man's heir or slave?
I will, or perish in the gen'rous cause:. .
Hear this and tremble ! you, who 'scape the laws.
Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave
Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave. . 120
To VIRTUE ONLY and HER FRIENDS A FRIEND.
The world beside may murmur, or commend.
Know, all the diftant din that world can keep,
Rolls o'er my grotto, and but sooths my sleep.
There, my retreat the best companions grace, : 125
Chiefs out of war and statesmen out of place.
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl
The feast of reason, and the flow of foul :
And He, whose lightning pierc'd th' Iberian lines, $
Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines, 130
Or taines the genius of the ftubborn plain,
Almoft as quickly as he conquer'd Spain.

Envy must own, I live among the great,
No pimp of pleasure, and no spy of state,
With eyes that pry not, tongue that ne'er repeats,
. Fond to spread friendships, but to cover heats;
To help who want, to forward who excel ;
This, all who know me know; who love me, tell; .
And who unknown defame me, let them be
Scriblers'or peers, alike are Mob to me.

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* It was Horace's purpose to compliment the former times, and there. fore he gives the virtuous examples of Scipio and Lælius; it was Mr. Pope's to fatirize the prefent, and therefore he gives the vicious examples of Louis, Charles and James, Either way the instances are equally pertinent; but in the latter, they have rather greater force. Only the line,

Uni æquus virtuti atque ejus amicis, loses something of its spirit in the imitation; for the amici, referred to, were Scipio and Lælius.

Charles Mordaunt, earl of Peterborow, who in the year 1705 took Barcelona, and in the winter following, with only 280 horse and goo foot, caserprized and accomplished the conquest of Valentia,

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This is my plea, on this I reft my cause
What saith my council, learned in the laws ?

F. Your plea is good; but still I say, beware!
Laws are explain’d by men-so have a care.
It stands on record, that in Richard's times, 145
A man was hang'd * for very honest rhymes;
Consult the statute, quart. I think it is,
Edwardi fext. or prim, et quint. Eliz.
See Libels, Satires here you have it-read.

P. Libels and Satires! lawless things indeed!'. 150
But grave Epistles, bringing vice to light,
Such as a king might read, a bishop write,
Such as Sir ROBERT would approve

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The case is alter'd-you may then proceed ;
In such a cause the plaintiff will be hiss’d,

155 My lords the judges laughi, and you're dismiss’d.

* A great French lawyer explains this matter very truly. “L'Aristocra. “ sie est le Gouvernement qui profcrit les plus les Ouvrages satiriques. Les “ Magistrats y font de petits souverains, qui ne sont pas assez grands pour * mepriser les injures. Si dans la Monarchie quelque trait va contre le Mo. “ narque, il est fi haut que le trait n'arrive point jusqu'à lui; un Seigneur “ Aristocratique en est percé de part en part. Aussi les Decemvirs, qui foret moient une Aristocratie punirent-ils de mort les Ecrits Satiriques.” De L'Efprit des Loix, L. xii. c. 13.

$ Hor. Solsentur risu tabulæ. Some critics tell us, it is want of taste to put this line in the mouth of Trebarius. But our poct confutes this çensure, by sewing how well the sense of it agrees to his friend's character. The lawyer is cautious and fearful; but as soon as Sir ROBERT, the patron both of law and gospel, is named as apo proving them, he changes his note, and, in the language of old Plouden, owns, ibe cafe is allered. Now was it not as natural, when Horace had given á hint that Augustus himself supported him, for Trebatius, a court advocate, who had been long a client to him and his uncle, to confess obe cafe wa: altered.

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W HAT, and how great the virtue and the art

To live on little with a chearful heart;
(A doctrine fage, but truly none of mine)
Let's talk, my friends, but talk before we dine.
Not when a guilt buffet's reflected pride
Turns you from sound philosophy aside;
Not when from plate to plate your eye-balls roll,
And the brain dances to the mantling bowl.

Hear BETHEL's * sermon, one not vers'd in schools, But strong in sense, and wise without the rules.

Go work, hunt, exercise ! (he thus began)
Then scorn a homely dinner, if you can.
Your wine lock'd up, your butler ftrollid abroad,
Or fish deny'd (the river yet unthaw'd)
If then plain bread and milk will do the feat,
The pleasure lies in you, and not the meat.

Preach as I please, I doubt our curious men
Will chuse a pheasant still before a hen;

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* The same to whom several of Mr. Pope's Letters are addressed. VOL. II.

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Yet hens of Guinea full as good I hold,
Except you eat the feathers green and gold. 20
Of carps and mullets why prefer the great,
(Tho'cut in pieces ere my lord can eat)
Yet for small turbots such esteem profess?
Because God made these large, the other less.
Oldfield with more than Harpy throat endu’d, 25
Cries, “ Send me, gods! a whole hog barbecu'd !!!
Oh blast it, South-winds ! till a stench exhale'
Rank as the ripeneis of a rabbit's tail.
By what criterion do you eat, d'ýe think,
If this is priz'd for sweetness, that for stink?
When the tir'd glutton labours thro' a treat,
He finds no relish in the sweetest meat,
He calls for something bitter, something four,
And the rich feast concludes extremely poor :
Cheap eggs, and herbs, and olives still we see;
Thus much is left of old. fimplicity!
The robin-redbreast till of late had reft,
And children facred held a martin's nest,
Till beccaficos sold so dey’lish dear
To one that was, or would have been, a peer.
Let me extol a cat, on oifters fed,
I'll have a party at the Bedford-head ; *
Or evin to crack live crawfiih recommend ;
I'd never doubt at court to make a friend.

'Tis yet in vain, I own, to keep a pother 45
About one vice, and fall into the other:
Between excess and famine lies a mean;
Plain, but not fordid; tho? not splendid, clean.

Avidien, or his wife (no matter which,
For him you'll call a dog, and her a bitch)
Sell their presented partridges, and fruits,
And humbly live on rabbits and on roots :
One half-pint bottle serves them both to dine,
And is at once their vinegar and wine.

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But on some lucky day (as when they found

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A loft bank-bill, or heard their son was drown'd)
At such à feaft, old vinegar to spare,
Is what two souls fò gen'rous cannot bear :
Oil, tho'it stink, they drop by drop impart,
But sowse the cabbage with a bounteous heart.

He knows to live, who keeps the middle state,
And neither leans on this fide, nor on that;
Nor stops, for one bad cork, his butler's pay,
Swears, liké Albutius, à good cook away;
Nor lets, like Nævius, ev'ry error pass,
The musty wine, foul cloth, or greasy glass.

Now hear what blessings temperance can bring :
(Thus said our friend, and what he said I fing)
First health : the ftomach (cramm’d from ev'ry dish,
A tomb of boild and roast, and flesh and fish, 70
Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar,
And all the man is one intestine war)
Remembers oft the school-boy's fimple fare,
The temp’rate sleeps, and spirits light as air.

How pale, each worshipful and rev'rend guest 25 Rise from a clergy, or a city feaft! : What life in all that ample body, fay? What heav'nly particle inspires the clay? The soul subsides, and wickedly inclines To seem but mortal, ey’n in found divines.

80 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? Not but we may exceed, fomë holy time,

85 Or tir'd in search of truth, or search of rhyme; . Ill health some just indulgence may engage; And more the fickness of long life, old age; For fainting age what cordial drop remains, If our intemp'rate youth the vessel drains ?

90 Our fathers prais'd rank ven’son. You suppose, Perhaps, young men ! our fathers had no nose. E 2

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