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Teach every thought within its bounds to roll, And keep the equal measure of the soul. 205
$Soon as I enter at my country door, My mind resumes the thread it dropp'd before; Thoughts, which at Hyde-park-corner I forgot, Meet and rejoin me, in the pensive grot. There all alone, and compliments apart, 210 I ask these sober questions of my
heart. If, when the more you drink, the more you
215 The heart resolves this matter in a trice, “Men only feel the smart, but not the vice.”
"When golden angels cease to cure the evil, You give all royal witchcraft to the devil : When servile chaplains cry, that birth and place Indue a peer with honour, truth, and grace, Look in that breast, most dirty D-! be fair, Say, can you find out one such lodger there? Yet still, not heeding what your heart can teach,
church to hear these flatterers preach. Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit, A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit,
Survey thy soul; not what thou dost appear,
Dryden. Wakefield. Ver. 220. When seroile chaplains cry,] Dr. Kennet. Warburton.
Si cupidum timidumque minùs te ; nempe ruberes,
*das nummos; accipis uvam, Pullos, ova, cadum temeti: nempe modo isto Paulatim mercaris agrum, fortasse trecentis, Aut etiam supra, nummorum millibus emptum, Quid refert, vivas numerato nuper, an olim?
'Emptor Aricini quondam, Veientis et arvi, Emptum cænat olus, quamvis aliter putat; emptis Sub noctem gelidam lignis calefactat ahenum. Sed vocat usque suum, quâ populus adsita certis Limitibus vicina refugit jurgia: tanquam -Sit proprium quidquam, puncto quod mobilis horæ,
Ver. 229. If D loved] I have searched in vain for the name to whom this blank belongs. Of all sorts of writing, personal satire is not only the most unintelligible, but the most short-lived. How many of the characters to whom La Bruyère alludes, are unknown; Theodas, is Santeuil; Menalcas, Count de Brancas.
It was a long time before it was understood that M. de la Rochefoucault, in his 71st maxim, meant to point out the Chevalier de Rohan : in his 342d maxim, the D. d'Espernon ; and in his 393d, M. le Tellier; and in maxim 200, the narrow conversation of Boileau and Racine, who never talked on any subject but poetry and criticism. Three parts of Hudibras are become unintelligible.
The wisest man might blush, I must agree,
"If there be truth in law, and use can give 230
'Heathcote himself, and such large-acred men, Lords of fat E'sham, or of Lincoln fen, Buy every stick of wood, that lends them heat, Buy every pullet they afford to eat, Yet these are wights, who fondly call their own Half that the devil o'erlooks from Lincoln town. The laws of God, as well as of the land, Abhor, a perpetuity should stand: Estates have wings, and hang in fortune's power * Loose on the point of every wavering hour, Ready, by force, or of your own accord, By sale, at least by death, to change their lord.
Ver. 232. Delightful Abs-court) A farm over against Hampton Court.
Warburton. Ver. 248. hang in fortune's power-Loose on the point of every watering hour.] A modern idea (the magnetic needle) here supplied the imitator with expression much superior to his original.
Nunc prece, nunc pretio, nunc vi, nunc sorte su
Sic, quia perpetuus nulli datur usus, et hæres
Cur alter fratrum cessare, et ludere, et ungui Præferat Herodis palmetis pinguibus ; alter Dives et importunus, ad umbram lucis ab ortu Silvestrem flammis et ferro mitiget agrum:
Ver. 254. All vast possessions,] The next ten lines are far superior to the original, both for their poetry and philosophy; and for the artful introduction of the name of his excellent and amiable friend, Lord Bathurst.
Warton. Ver. 257. Join Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale,] Saperton. His seat is near the Cotswold hills : and his favourite passion is well alluded to in ver. 260.
Link towns to towns with avenues of oak: for the avenues of oaks at Saperton are very magnificent. Bennet.
Wakefield. Ver. 264. Gold, silver,] These four lines are fine examples of the close, energetic, comprehensive style, of which he was so perfect a master.
Ver. 273. All Townshend's turnips,] Lord Townshend, Secretary of State to George the First and Second. When this great statesman retired from business, he amused himself in husbandry; and was particularly fond of that kind of rural improvement which
Man? and for ever? wretch! what would'st thou
have? Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave. All vast possessions, (just the same the case Whether you call them villa, park, or chase,) 255 Alas, my BATHURST! what will they avail ? Join Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale, Let rising granaries and temples here, There mingled farms and pyramids appear, Link towns to towns with avenues of oak, 260 Enclose whole downs in walls, 'tis all a joke! Inexorable Death shall level all, And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall.
*Gold, silver, ivory, vases sculptured high, Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye, 265 There are who have not,—and, thank Heaven, there
are, Who, if they have not, think not worth their care. "Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll
find Two of a face, as soon as of a mind. Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one 270 Ploughs, burns, manures, and toils from sun to sun; The other slights, for women, sports, and wines, All Townshend's turnips, and all Grosvenor's
arises from turnips ; it was the favourite subject of his conversation.
Warburton. He is said to have been slow in his parts, rough in his manners, and impatient of contradiction, but generous and humane at bottom; and of strong, good judgment.