Bead wine, that stinks of the borrachio, sup
From a foul jack, or greasy maple-cup ?
Say, woald'st thou bear all this, to raise thy store
From six i* th* hundred, to six hundred more ?
Indulge, and to thy genius freely give;
Fop-, not to live at ease, is not to live ;
'Death stalks behind thee, and each flying hour
I>oes some loose remnant of thy life devour,
live, while thou Iiv*8t ; for death will make us all
A name, a notliing but an old wife*s tale.' "
^pak ; %ilt thou Avarice, or Pleasure, choose
To be thy lord ? take one, and one refuse.
Bat both, by turns, the rule of thee will have ;
And thou, betwixt them both, wilt be a slave.
Nor think, when once thou hast resisted one,
That all thy marks of servitude arc gone :
The struggling greyhound gnaws liis leash in vain ;
If, when 'tis broken, still he drags the chain.
Says ?bcdra to his man, ** Believe me, friend.
To this uneasy love FII put an end :
Shall I run out of all ? my friends disgrace.
And be the first lewd unthrifl of my race }
Shall I the neighbour's nightly rest inVada
At her deaf doors, .with some vile serenade?"
** Well hast thou freed thyself," his man replies,
-" Oo, thank the gods, and offer sacrifice."
** Ah," says the youth, ** if we unkindly part,
Will not the poor fond creature break her heart ?
Weak soul ! and blindly to destruction led !"
" She break her heart ! she'll sooner break your
She knows her man, and, when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her, with a single hair."
** Bat shall I not return ? Now, when fhe sues !
SJuU I my own, and her desires refuse r^'
â€¢' Sir, tak6 yomr conne : bat utf advice is pUun :
Once freed, 'tis madness to resume your chain.''
Ay; there's the man, who, loos'd from hut and
Less to the pretor owes, than to himself. [pelf,
Bot write him down a stove, who, humbly prbud^
With proBents begs preferments finom the crowd ^
That early suppliant, who salotcs the tribes.
And sets the mob to scramble for his bribes :
That some old dotard, sitting in the sun,
On holidays may tell, tfaatsQCh a feat wasdtee :
In future times this will be couatfld rare.
Thy superstition too may chiim a i^iarie i
When flowers are strew'd, and lamps, m order
And windows with iHuteioatigiis grac'd,* [plac'd^
On Herod's day ; when sparkling bowls go roun<V
And tunnies^ tails, hi savoury sauce are drown'd^
Thon mutter'st prayers obscene ; nor dost t^Uie
The fasts and sabbaths of thecurUird Jews.
Then a crack'd egg-sheU thy sick fancy frigfati^
Besides tive childish fear of walking sprites.
Of o'ergrown geldfng priests thou art afraid ;
The timbrel, and the squintifego maid
Of Isis, awe tliee: lest the gods, for sin.
Should, with a ifWelling dropsy, stuff thy ^kia s
Unless three garlic-heads the curse avert.
Eaten each morn, devoutly, acxt thy heait.
Preach this among the brawny guards, saylft thoa.
And see if they thy doctrine will allow ;
The dnR ht captain, with a hound's deep throat.
Would bellow out a laugh, in a base note;
And prize a hundred Zenos just as much
As a dipt sixpence, cf a schilling Dutdk
tas SIITB SATIIB 09
Thjs sixth sath^ treats an admirable commoa^
place of moral philosophy; of the true use of
riches. They certainly are intended, by the
power who bestows them, as instruments and
helps of livrag commodiously ourselves ; and Â«f
administering to the wants of others, who are
opprrssed by fortune. There are two extremes
in the opinions of men concerning them. One
errour, though on the right hand, yet a great
one, is, that they are no helps to a virtaoua
life ; the other places all our happiness in tha
acquisition and possession of them ; and this is,
undoubtedly, the worse extreme. The meaa
betwixt these, is the opinion of the Stoics;
which is, that riches may be useful to the lead-
ing a virtuous life ; in case we rightly under-
stand how to give according to right reason;
and how to receive what is given us by others.
The virtue of giving well, in called hberality :
and it is of this virtue that Persius writes im
this satire ; wherein he not only shows the IawÂ«
ful use of riches, but also sharply invcigbfl
against tlie vices which are opposed to it ; an^
especially of those, which consist in the defects
of giving or spending ; or in the abuse of riches.
He writes to Cxsius Bassus his friend, and a
poet also, inquires first of his health and
studies } and aflen^ards informs him of his own,
and where be is now resident. He gives an ac*
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ooaat of Iiuni4(^ thai be b eiidetirouriiijr> by
little sod little, to wear off bis vices ; and par-
ticularly, that be is combating ambitioa, and
thfi desire of wealth. He dwells upon the latter
Tice : and, being sensible that few men either
desire or use riches as they ought, be endca-
irours to convince them of their folly ; which
is the maiik design of the whole satire.
THE SIXTH SATIRE.
TO CMBlVt BASttJI, A LYRIC POfT.^
Has winter caus'd thee, friend, to change tby
And seek in Sabine air a warm retreat ? [seat.
Say, dost thou yet the Roman harp command ^
Do the strings answer to thy noble hand ?
Orelit master of the Mase, inspired to sing
The beauties of the first-created spring ;
The pedigree of nature to rehearse,
And sound the Maker's work, in equal verse.
Now sportbig on thy lyre the loveb of youth,
Kow virtuous age, and venerable truth ;
Expressing justly Sappho's wanton art
Of odes, and Pindar's more majestic part.
Â« For me, my warmer constitution wants
More cold, than ouriigurian winter grants;
And therefore, to my native shores retir'd,
I view the coast old Ennius once admir'd ;
Where clii& on either sides their points display ;
And, after, opening in an ampler way,
Afibrd the pleasing prospeet of the bay.
** Tis worth your while, O Romans, to regard
The port of Lnna," says oar learned bard ;
Who in a drunken dream beheld bis soul
The fifth within the transmigrating roll ;
Which first a peacock, then Eupborbus was,
Then Homer next, and next Pythagoras ;
And last of all the Ihie did into Enuins pass.
Secure and free from business of the 8tatc,
And more secure of what the vulgar prate.
Here I enjoy my private thoughts ; nor care
What rots for sheep the southern winds prepare .â€¢
Survey the neighbouring fields, and not repine,
When I behold a larger crop than mine :
To see a beggar's brat in riches dow.
Adds not a wrinkle to my even brow ;
Nor, envious at the sight, will I forbear
My plenteous bowl, nor bate my bounteous cbeer.
Nor yet unseal the dregs of wine that stink
Of cask ; nor in a nasty flaggon drink ;
^Let others stuff their guts with homely fare ;
For men of different inclinations are 4
Though bom perhaps beneath one common star.
In minds and manners twins oppos'd we sea
In the same sign, almost the same decrree :
One, frugal on his birth-day fears to dine.
Does at a penny's coflt in herbs repine,
And hardly dares to dip his fingers in the brine.
Prepar'd as priest of his own rites to stand.
He sprinkles pepper with a sparing hand.
His jolly brother, opposite in sense,
Laughs at his thrift ; and, lavish of expense,
Qualb, crams, and guttles, in his own defence.
For me, Ml use ray own ; and take my share ^
Yet wlH not turbots fbr my slaves prepare ;
Nor be so nifcc in taste myself to know
If what I swaJJaw be a thrush, or no
live on thy annual Ineone ; mad ^ fltort|
And freely grind, from tby full threshing-floor j
Next harvest promises as much, or more.
Thus f would live : but friendship's holy band/
And offices of kindness, bold m j hand :
My friend is shipwreck'd 00 the Brutian strand.
His riches in tb' Ionian main are lost.
And be himself stands shivering on the coast ;
^^liefe, destitute of help, foriom and bare.
He wearies the deaf gods with fruitless prayer.
Their images, tlie relics of the wreck,
Tom from the naked poop, are tided back
By the wild waves,' and, rudely thrown ashore.
Lie impotent ; nor can themselves restore.
The vessel sticks.and shows her open'd side, [ride.
And on her shatter'd masts the mews in triumph
From thy new hope, and from thy growing store.
Now lend assistance, and relieve the poor.
Come i do a noble act of charity ;
A pittance of thy land will set him free.
Let him not bear the badges of a wreck.
Nor beg with a blue table on bis baek :
Nor tell me that thy frowning heir will say,
" Tis mine that wealth thon squander'st thns
What is 't to thee, if he neglect thy urn, [aaay ;
Or without spices lets thy body bum ?
If odours to thy ashes he refuse.
Or bu3rs corrupted cassia from the Jews ?"
" All these," the wiser Bestius will reply,
" Are empty pomp, and dead men's luxury r
We never knew this vain expense, bdfbre
Th* effeminated Grecians brought it o'er:
Now toys and trifloi from their Athens come j
vAnd dates and pepper have unstuew'd Rome.
Our sweating hinds their sallads, now, defile.
Infecting homely herbs with fragrant oil.
But to thy fortune be not thou a slave :
For what hast thou to fear beyond the grave ?
And thou who gap'st for my estate, draw near;
For I would whisper somewhat in thy ear. [come,
Hear'st thou the neÂ«M, niy friend? th' express is
With laurel'd letters from the camp to Rome ?
Cesar salutes the queen and senate thus :
* My arms are on the Rhine victorious.
Prom mourning altars sweep the dust away :
Cease listing, and proclaim a fat thanks^ ring day.^
The goodly empress, jollity inclin'd.
Is to the welcome b^rer wondrous kind :
And setting her good housewifery aside.
Prepares for all the pageantry of pride.
The captive Germans, of gigantic size.
Are rank'd in order, and are clad in frize :
The spoils of kings and conquer'd camps we boast.
Their arms in trophies hang on the triumphal post.
" Now, for so many glorious actions done
In foreign parts, ai)d mighty battles won :
For peace at home, and for the public wealth,
I mean to crown a bowl to Cssar's health :
Besides, in gratitude for such high matters.
Know I have vow'd two hundred gladiators.
Say. wouid'st thou hinder me from this expcnie;
I disinherit thee, if thou dar'st take offence.
Yet more, a public largess I design
Of oil and pies, to make the people dine :
Control me not, for fear I change my wilU
And yet metbinks I hear thee gmmbUng ftill,
* You give as if you were the Persian king :
Your land does not so lairge revenues bring.*
Well ; 00 my terms thou wilt not be my heir?
if thou car-8t little , less shall be my cars i ^
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PERSIUS. SATIRE VI.
Were none of Â«11 my fiither's sitters left :
Nty, were I of my mother^s kin bereft :
Nooe by an uncle's or a grandame^s sMe,
Yet I coold some adopted beir proTide.
I need but take my journey half a day
From haughty Rome, and at Aricia stay,
Where fortune throws poor Manius in my way.
Him will I choose :'' " What ! him of humble birth,
Obscure, a foundling, and a son of earth ?''
*â€¢ Obscure ? Why pr'ythee what am 1 ? I know
My fother, grandsire, and great grandsire too.
If farther I derive my pedigree,
I can but guess beyond the fourth degree.
The rest of nfy forgotten ancestors
Were sons of earth, like him, or sons of whores.
** Yet, why would'st thou, old covetous wretch,
To be my heir, who might'st hare been my sire ?
In Nature's race, should'st thou demand of me
My torch, when I in course run after thee ?
Think I approach thoe, like the eod of jjain,
W^ith wings on head and heels, as poets feign :
Thy moderate fortune from my gift receive ;
Now fairly take it, or as fairly leave.
Btit take it as it is, and ask no more.
** What, when thou hast embezzU^ all thy store ?
Whcrr's all thy fether left?'* " 'Tis true, I grant,
Soiiif I have niOrt^ag'd, to supply my want:
Tlic legacies of I'adius too are flown ;
Alt !:pent, and on the self-same errand gone.
â€¢* How little then to my poor share will fall !"
Little indoed ; but yet that littla^i alL
'* Nor tell me, in a dying father*s tone,
' Be careful still of the main chance, my son;
Put out thy principal in trusty hands :
Live on the use ; and never dip thy lands :'
â€¢* But yet what's left for me ?" Â«Â« What's left, my
Ask that again, and all the rest I spend, [friend !
Is not my fortunes at my own command ?
Pour oil, and pour it with a plenteous hand.
Upon my sallads, boy : shall I be fed
With sodden nettles, and a sing'd sow's head ?
*Tis holiday ; provide me better cheer ;
n^s holiday, and shall be round the year.
Shall I my honsehold gods and genius cheat,
To make him rich, who grudges me my meat?
That he may loll at ease ; and, pamper'd high.
When I am laid, may feed on giblet^pie ?
And, when his throbbing hist extends the veiOp
Have whrrcwithal his whores to entertain ?
Shall I in homespun cloth be clad, that he
His paunch in triumph may before him see ?
" Go, miser, go ; for lucre sell thy soul ;
Truck wares for wares, and trudge from pole t*
That men may say, when thou art dead and gone.
See what a vast estate he left his son !
How large a family of brawny knaves.
Well fed, and fat as Cappadociaa slaves t
Increase thy wealth, and double all thy store ;
'Tis clone i now double that, and swell the score ;
To every thousand add ten thousand more.
Then say, Chrysippus, thou who would'st confine
Tiiy heap, where I shall put an end to mine."
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Tki IVoyant, after a seven years' Toymge, set sail
fnr Italy; but are overtaken by a dreadful
Btorm, which .Colus raises at Juno's request
The tempest sinks ane ship, and scatters the
rast : Neptune drives off the winds, and calms
the seas. .Sneas, with his own, and mx more
â€¢hips, arrives safe at an African port. Venus
complains to Jupiter of her son's misfortunes.
Jupiter comforts her, and sends Mercury to
^roci^ him a kind reception among the Car-
thaginians. iEneas, going out to discover the
country, meets his mother in the shape of a
bontress, who conveys him in a clond to Car-
tbage; where he sees his friends whom he
thought lost, and receives a kind entertaroment
Ikom the qlieen. Dido, by a device of Venus,
begins to have a passion (or him, and, after
ioine discourse with him desires the history dT
of his adventures since the siege of Troy ; which
if the subject of the two following boohs.
Aim* ABd the man I sing, the first who bore
His course to Latium from the Trojan shore ;
By fiite expeird, on land and ocean tost,
Sefore he reached the (air LAvinian coast :
DoomM by the ffods a length of wan to wage,
ibid urg'd by Juno's unrelenting rage ;
Ere Che brave hero rais'd, in these abodes.
His destitt'd walls, and fix'd his wandering gods.
Hence the Â£un'4 Latian line, and senates come,
ibid the proud triumphs, and the towers of Rome,
Say, Muse, what causes could so iar incense
Cele^l pow'ri, and what the dire ofiinice
That mov*d Heav'n's awful empress to impose
On such a pious prince a weight of woes,
fecpof'd to danger, and with toils opprest ?
Can rage so fierce inflame an heavenly breast I
Against th' Italian coast, of ancient fame
A city rose, and Carthage was the name ;
A Tyrian colony; from Tiber fiir ;
'Rich, rough, and brave, and exercis'd in war.
Which Juno far above all realms, above
Her own dear Samoa, honoured with her lovap
Here stood her chariot, here her armour lay.
Here she design'd, would destiny give way,
'Ev*n then the teat of universal swayÂ«
But of a race she heard, that shooM destroy
The Tyrian tow'w, a race derivM from Troy,
Who, proud in arms, triumphant by their swon^
Should rise in time, the worid's victorious lords ;
By fate design'd her Carthage to subdue.
And on^her ruin'd empire raise a new.
This fear'd the goddess | and in mind she boro
The late long war her hay rais'd before
For Greece with Troy ; nor was he^ wrath reaigu'd.
But every cause hung heavy on her mind ;
Her form disdain'd, an<f Paris' judgment, roll
Deep in her breast, and kindle all her soul ;
Th' immortal honours of the ravish'd boy.
And last, the whole detested race of iVoy.
With all these motives fir'd, from Lathim for
She drove the relics of the Grecian war : [o*ep
Fate urg'd their course : and long they wander'4 '
The spacioos ocean tost from shore to riione.*
So vast the work to build the mighty fhune.
And raise the glories of the Roman name 1
Scarce from Sicilian shores the shooting train
Spread their broad sails, and plough'd the foamy
When haughty Juno thus her rage express'd ; [main j
Th' eternal wound still rankling in her breast
" Then must I ^op ? are all my labours vain i
And must thb Trcgan prince in Latium reign I
Belike, the fittes may baflCle Jttno's aims ;
And why could Pallas, with avenging flames.
Bum a whole navy of the Grecian ships.
And whelm the scatter'd Ar^ves in the deeps ?
She, for the crime of Ajax, from above
Lauch'd through the clouds the fiery bolts of Jofa|
Dash'd wide his fleet, and, as her tempest flew,
Expos'd the ocean's inmost depths to view.
Then, while transfixed the blasted wretch expires.
Flames from his breast, and fires succeeding firesÂ»
Snatch'd in a whirlwind, with a sudden shock.
She huri'd him headlong on a pointed rock.
But I, who move supreme in Heaven's abodes,
Jove's sister-wife,, and empress of tlie gods.
With this one nation must a war maintain
For years on years ; and wage that war in vain
And now what suppliants will invoke my nama^
Adore my pow'r, or bid my altars flame ?"
Thus firM with rage and vengeanoe, now she flk^
To dark .Â£olia, from the distant skies.
Impregnated with storms ; whose tyrant binds
The blust'ring temnests, and reluctant winds.
Their rage imperial .Solus restrains
With rocky dungeons, and enormous chains.
The bellowing brethren, in the mountain pent.
Roar round the cave, and struggle for a vent.
From his hi^^h throne, their fury to assuage.
He shakes hu soeptre, and controb their rage ;
Or down the void their rapid whiris are driv'n
Earth, air, and ocean, and the tow'n of Hcaveii.
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But Jove, the mighty ruin to prerent,
Id gloomy cares the aerial captives pent ;
O'er their wild rage the pond'rous ranks be spread,
And hurlM huge heaps of mountains on their head ;
And gave a king, commissioaM to restrain
And curb the tempest, or to loose the reia.
Whom thus the queen addressed : '* Since mighty
The king of men, and sire of |odi aboire, [Jot?,
Gives thee, great iEolus, the pow'r to raise
Storms at thy sovereign will, or smooth the teas :
A race, I long have laboured to destroy.
Waft to Uesperia the remains of Troy.
Â£v'n now their navy cuts the Tuscan floods,
Charg'd with their exiles, and their vanquished gods.
Wrag all thy furious winds j o'erwhclm the train.
Disperse, or plunge their vessels in the main.
Twi<*e seven bright nymphs, of beauteous shape, are
For thy reward the fairest I'tt resign, [mine ;
The charming Detopea shall be tbine ;
She, on thy bed, long blessings shall confer.
And make thee father of a race like her."
" Tisyour's, great queen," replies the pow*r, "to
The ta^k, aud mine to listen and obey. [lay
By you, I sit a guest with gods above,
And share the graces and the smiles of Jove :
By you, these realms, this sceptre I maintain.
And wear these honours of the stormy reign."
So spoke th* obsequious god ; and, while he spoke,
Whirl'd his vast spear, and pierced the hollow rock.
The winds, embattled, as the mountain rent, ' "
Flew all at once impetuous thro' the vent ;
Earth, in their course, with giddy whirls they sweep,
Rush to the seas, and bare the bosom of the deep :
East, West, and South, all black with tempests.
And roil vast billows to the trembling shore, [roar.
The cordage cracks j with unavailing cries ,'
The Trojans mourn ; while sudden clouds arise.
And rivish from their sight the splendours of the
Kight hoven o'er the floods ; the day retires ; ,
The heav'ns flash thick with momentary fires ;
Loud thunders shake the pdles; from evÂ»ry place
Grim death appear'd, and glarM m evÂ»iy face.
In horronr fix'd the Trojan hero stands,
He groans, and spreads to Heav'n his lifted hands.
â€¢* Thrice happy those ! whose fate it was to fall,"
(Exclaims the chief) " beneath the Trojan wall.
â‚¬>h ! 'twas a glorious fate to die in fight.
To die, so bravely, in their parents' sijfht !
Ch I had I there, beneath Tydides' hand.
That bravest hero of the Grecian band,
Pour'd out this soul, with martial glory fir*fl.
And in that field triumphantly expired,
Where Hector fell by fierce Achilles' spear.
And great Sarpedon, the renowuM in war ;
Where Simois' streams, encumbered with the slain,
ItoIlM shields, and helms, and heroes to the main."
Thus while he mourns, the nort4iern blast pre-
lireaks all hifi oars, and rends hi? flying sails ;
The prow turns round ; the galley leaves her side
Bare to the working waves, and roaring tide ;
While in huge heaps the gathering surges spread.
And hang in wat'ry oioumtains o'er his head.
These ride on waves sublime ; those see the ground,
Ipw in the boiling deeps, and dark profound.
Three shattcr'd gallies the strong southern blast
â‚¬>n hidden rocks, with dreadful fury, cast;
Th' Italians call them altars, as they stood ,
Sublime, and hcav'd their backs above the floods J
Three more, fierce Eoras on Che Syrtes threw
From the main sea, and (terrible to view)
He dasb'd, and left the vessels, on the land.
Intrenched with mountains of sorrounding sand.
Struck by a billow, in the bevD*s view.
From prow to stem the shattered galley flew
Which bore Orontes, and the Lycian Â£rew :
Swept oflT the doek, the pilot' from the ship,
Stunn*d by the stroke, shot headlong down thedeep \
The vessel, by the surge tost round and round,
Sunk, m the whirling gulph devour'd and dronn'd.
Some from the dark abyss emerge again :
Arms, planks, and treasures, fl^ ^^o^ the main*
And now thy sliip, Ilioueus, gives way.
Nor thine. Achates, can resist the sea';
Nor old Alethes his strong galley saves ;
Then Abas yields to the victoriobs waves :
The storm dissolves their well-coropacted side^
Which drink at many a leak the hostile tides.'*
Meantime th' imperial cponarch of the mak
Heard the loud tumults in his wat'ry reign.
And saw the Airious tempest wide around
Work up the waters, from the vast profound.
Then for hif liquid realms alarm'd, the god
Lifts his high head above Uie stprmy flo^.
Majestic and serene : be rolls his eyes.
And scatter'd wide the Trojan navy spies, [skies,
Opprest by waves below, by thunders from tie
Full well he knew bis sister's endless hAte,
Her wiles and arta to sink tbe TwQJtM state.
To Eurus, and the Western blast, he cry*d,
" Does your high birth inspire this boundless pride^
Audacious winds ! without a powV from me,
To raise, at will, such noountains oil the sea ?
Thustoconibund Heav'n, earth, tK^air, andmaiD?
Whom I-^^ut first I'll calm the waves again.
But If you tampt my rage a second time,
Know, th'atsome heavier vengeance waHs the crime.
Hence ; fiy with speed ; from me, your tyrant lell,
That to my lot this wat'ry empire ftlL
Bid him his rocks, your darksome dungeons keep.
Nor dare dsurp the trident' of the deep.
There, in that gloomy court, display his pow'r.
And hear his tempests round their caveriks roar."
He spoke, and speaking chas'd the ctoods away,
Hush'd the loud billows, and rcstorÂ»d tbe day.
Cymothog guards the vessels in the shock.
And Triton heaves them from the pointed rock.
With his huge trident the majestic god
Clear'd the wild Syrtes, and compos'd the flood;
Then mounted on his radiant (far he rides.
And wheels along the level of the tides.
As when sedition fires th' ignoble crowd.
And the wild rabble storms and thirsta for Mood ;,
Of stones and brands, a mingled tempest flies.
With all the sudden arms that rage supplies :
If some grave sire appears, amid the strife^
In morals strict, and innocence of lifis.
All stand attentive ; while the sage contronls
Their wrath, and calms the tumult of their ^ook.
So did the roaring deeps their rage compose.
When the great father of the floods arose.
Rapt by his steeds he flics in open day.
Throws up the reins, and skims the wat'ry way.
The Trojafis, weary'd with the storm, explore
The nearest land, and reach the Ubjrm shore.
Far in a deep recess, her jutting sides
An isle projects, to break the rolling tides,
And forms a port, where, curiing fnm the sea.