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Printed for J. and P. KNAPTON in Ludgatc-Strcct.




Contents of the Sixth Volume.


The Firft book of the Epiftles of Horace, Ep. VII.

The Second Book of the Satires of Horace, Sat. VI.


Book IV. Ode I. if Horace 26

Book IV. Ode IX. of Horace 3 1


To ROBERT Earl of Oxford and Mortimer 35
To JAMES CKAGGS EJq. Secretary of Staff 3 7
To Mr. JERVAS, Mbith Mr. DRYDEN'S Tranfla-
tioti of FRESNOY'S art of Painting 38

To Mijs BLOUNT, with the works of VOIJURE


To the fame, on her leaving the town after the CO-
The BASSET TABLE, an Eclogue 46
Verbatim from Boileau 5 2
Anfvuer to a >ueftion of Mrs. HOWE 53
Occajionfil l>y Jome verfes of his Graft the Duke of
A prologue to a play for Mr. DENNIS'S benefit in
J 733> when he was old, blind, and in great di-
firejs, a little before his death 55
MACER, a character 57
To Mr. JOHN MOORE, author tf the celebrated



SoNG, by aperfon of quality , 1/33 60

On a certain LADY at COURT 62

On his GROTTO at Twickenham^ composed of Mar-

bles, SparSy GcniSy Ores and Minerals 63

To Mrs. B. on her birth- day 65

To Mr. THOMAS SOUTHERN, on bis birth-day

1742 66


I. On CHARLES Earl of DORSET, in the

church of IVithyam in Suffix 7 1


III. On the Hon. SIMON HARCOURT, only fan

of Lord Chancellor HARCOURT; at the
church of Stanton Har court in Oxfordjbire y
1720 74

IV. On JAMES CRAGGS Efq. in Jf^efeminfter-

ablfj 76

V. Intended for Mr. RowE, inJf^eftminfttr-

abbty 76

VI. On Mrs. CORBET, who died of a cancer in

her breaft ~ 7

VII. On the monument of the Hon. ROBERT

DIGBY andof />;V^/i/r MARV, 1727, 78


minfter abbey ) 1723 79


IX. On General HENRY WITHERS, inWeft-

minfter-abbey, 1J2<) 80

X. On far. ELIJAH FENTON, at Eaftham-

fteadin Berks ^ 1730 8 1

XI. On Mr. GAY, inl^cjtminfter-abbey t i-T t 'L


XII. Intended for Sir ISAAC NEWTON, in
Weftminfter-abbey 83

ROCHESTER, wh i died in exile eit
31, a Dialogue. 84



of ROC
Pat is 1~


XIV. On EDMUND Duke of Buckingham, who
died in the nineteenth year of bis age+
1731 86

XV. For one who would not be buried in Weft-

minfter-abbey 87

Another on the fame ibid.

MEMOIRS of the Life , Works y and Difcavcries of


MARTINUS SCRIBLERUS Flip! Ba'flu? or the Art of

finking in Poetry 1 65


BLERI Summi Critici Caftigationum in nel-

dem Specimen 227

A Specimen of ^ScRiBLERUs's Reports, Stradlingver-

fus Stiles 235

MEMOIRS of P. P. clerk of this parish 241

Of the Poet Laureate^ Nov. 19, 1729 253

Guardians 259

Preface to Homer's Iliad 299

Preface to the IVsrks tf Shakffpear 29








QU I N QU E dies tibi pollicitus me rure fu-

Sextilem totum mendax defidcror. atqui,
Si me vivere vis fanum recteque valentem ;
Quam mihi das aegro, dabis aegrotare timenti,
Maecenas, vcniam : dum ficus prima calorque
Defignatorem decorat li&oribus atris :
Dum pueris omnis pater, et metercula pallet ;
Officiofaque fedulitas, et opella forenfis
Adducit febris, et teftamenta fefignat.
Quod fi bruma nives Albanis illinet agris ;
Ad mare defcendet vates tuus, et fibi parcet,
Contra&ufque leget ; te, dulcis amice, revifet
Cum Zephyris, fi concedes, et hirundine prima.

Non, quo more pyris vefci Calaber jubet hofpes,
Tu me fecifli locupletem. Vefcere fodes.
Jam fatis eft. At tu quantumvis tolle. Benigne.
Non invifa feres pueris munufcula parvis.




Imitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT.

jrTT^IS true, my Lord, I gave my word,

A I would be with you, June the third j
Chang'd it to Auguft, and (in fhort)
Have kept it as you do at Court.
You humour me when I am Tick, ^

Why not when I am fplenetick ?
In town, what Objedb could I meet ?
The (hops (hut up in ev'ry ftreet,
And Fun'rals black'ning all the Doors,
And yet more melancholy Whores : 10

And what a duft in eve/y place ?
And a thin Court that wants your Face$
And Fevers raging up and down,
And W* and H** both ia town !

" The Dog-days are no more the cafe." 15
'Tis true, but winter comei apac :
Then fouthward let your Bard retire,
Hold out fome months 'twixt Sun and Fire,
And you (hall fee the firft warm Weather,
Me and the Butterflies together. %Q

My Lord, your Favours well I know j
'Tis with dirt motion you beftow j
And not to ev'ry one that comes,
Juft as a Scotfinan does his Plumbs.
" Pray take them, Sir, Enough's a Feaft : 25
** Eat fome, and pocket up the reft -

B 2 What


Tarn teneor dono, quam fi dimittar onuftus.
Ut libet : haec porcis hodie comedenda relinques.
Prodigus et ftultus donat quae fpernit et odit :
Haec feges ingratos tulit et feret omnibus annis.
Vir bonus et fapiens, dignis ait eflc paratus ?
Nee tamen ignorat, quid diftent aera lupinis ?
Dignum praeftabo me, etiam pro laude mercntis.
Quod fi me noles ufquam difcedere ; reddes
Forte latus, nigros angufta fronte capillos :
Reddes duke loqui : reddes ridere decorum, et
Inter vina fugam Cynarae moerere protervae.
Forte per anguftam tenuis vulpecula rimam
Repferat in cumcrara frumenti ; paftaque, rurfu*
Ire foras pleno tendebat corpore fruflra.


What rob your Boys ? thofe pretty rogues !

" No, Sir, you'll leave them to the Hogs.

Thus Fools with Compliments befiege ye,

Contriving never to oblige ye. 30

Scatter your Favours on a Fop,

Ingratitude's the certain crop j

And 'tis but juft, I'll tell ye wherefore,

You give the things you never care for.

A wife man always is or fhou'd 35

Be mighty ready to do good j

But makes a difference in his thought

Betwixt a Guinea and a Groat.

Now this I'll fay, you'll find in me
A fafe Companion,' ancj a free ; 40

But if you'd have me always near
A word, pray, in your Honour's ear.
I hope it is your Refolution !
To give me back my ConftitutiorH
The fprightly Wit, the lively Eye, 45

Th' engaging Smile, the Gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a Summer Sun>
And kept you up fo oft till one :
And all that voluntary Vein,
As when Belinda rais'd my Strain. 50

A Weafel once made fliift to (link
In at a Corn -loft thro' a Chink ;


VER. 50. X ivbtn Bt/inda] A compliment he pays
bimfelf and the public on his Rape of the Look.

B 3 But


Cui muftela procul, Si vis, ait, effugere iftinc ;
Macra cavum repctes ardtum, quern macra fubifti.
Hac ego fi compellor imagine, cundla refigno i
Nee fomnum plebis laudo fatur altilium, nee
Otia divitiis Arabum liberrima muto.
Sacpe verecundum laudafti : Rexque, Paterque
Audifti coram, nee verbo parcius abfens :

Infpice., ft poflum donata reponere laetus.

* # * # * * ** ** ***

# * * * * # * *** * #


But having amply ftufFd his fldn,

Could not get out as he got in :

Which one belonging to the Houfe 55

('Twas not a Man, it was a Moufe)

Obferving, cry'd, " You fcape not fo,

" Lean as you came, Sir, you muft go."

Sir, you may fpare your Application,
I'm no fuch Bead, nor his Relation ; 60

Nor one that Temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the Throat with Ortolans :
Extremely ready to refign
All that may make me none of mine,
South-fca Subfcriptions take who pleafe, 65

Leave me but Liberty and Eafe.
'Twas what I faid to Craggs and Child,
Who prais'd my Modefty, and fmil'd,
Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me)
My Bread, and Independency ! 70

So bought an Annual Rent or two,
And liv'd juft as you fee I do j
Near fifty, and without a Wife,
I truft that finking Fund, my Life.
Can I retrench ? Yes, mighty well, 7<

Shrink back to my Paternal Cell,


VE R. 67. Craggs and Cl'ilJ,] Mr. Craggs gave him
fome South-fca lubfcriptions. He was fo indifferent
about them as to negleft making any benefit of them.
He ufed to fay it was a fatisfadion to him that he did
not grow rich (as he might have done) by the public

B 4 A littfc


Parvum parva decent, mihi jam non regia Roma,
Sed vacuum Tibur placet, aut imbelle Tarentum.

Strenuus et fortis, caufifque PhUippus agcndis
Clarus, etc.



A little Houfe, with Trees a-row,

And, like its Mafter, very low.

There dy'd my Father, no man's Debtor,

And there I'll die, nor worfe nor better. So

To fet 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 ftop fliort.




HO C erat in votis : modus agri non ita magnus,
Hortus ubi, ct te<Elo vicinus jugis aquae fons,
Et paulum filvae fuper his foret. au6tius, atque
Di melius fecere. bene eft. nil ampliusoro,
Maia nate, nifi ut propria haec mi hi munera faxis.
Si neque majorem feci ratione mala rem,
Nee fum faclurus vitio culpave rninorem :
Si veneror ftultus nihil horum, O fi angulus ille
Proximus accedat, qui nunc denormat agellum !
O fi urnam argenti fors quae mihi monftret ! ut illi,
Thefauro inventoquimercenarius agrum
jllum ipfum mercatus aravit, dives amico
Ijerciile : fi> quod adeft, gratum juvat : hac prece

te oro,
Pingue pecus domino facias, et caetera praeter

Ingenium ;

Sat. VI. O F H O R A C E. n


The firft Part imitated in the Year 1714, by Dr.
SWIFT; the latter Part added afterwards.

1'V E often wifh'd that I had clear
For life, fix hundred pounds a year,
A hnndlbme Houfe to lodge a Friend,
A River at my garden's end,

A Terras-walk, and half a Rood 5

Of Land, fet out to plant a Wood.

Well, now I have all this and more,
I ask not to encreafe my ftore j

* But here a Grievance feems to lie,

All this is mine but till I die ; I O

I can't but think 'twould founjd more clever,
To me and to my Heirs for ever.
< If I ne'er got or loft a groat,

* By any Trick, or any Fault ;

* And if I pray by Reafon's rules, 15
And not like Forty other Fools :

' As thus, " Vouchfafe, oh Gracious Maker !

" To grant me this and t'other Acre :

Or, if it be thy Will and Pleafure,

' Direct my Plow, to find a Treafure :'* 20

But only what my Station fits,
And to be kept in my right Wits.
Preferve, Almighty Providence !
Juft what you gave me, Competence :
And let me in thefe (hades compofe 25

Something in Verfe as true as Profe j



Ingenium ; utque folcs, cuftos mihi maximus adfis.
Ergo ubi me in montes et in arcem ex Urbe reniovi,
Quid prius illuftrem Satiris Mufaque pedeflri ?
Nee mala me ambitto perdit, nee plumbeus Aufter,
Autumnufque gravis, Libitinae quacftus accrbae.

Matutinc pater, feu Jane libentius audis,
Unde homines operum primes vitaeque labores
Inftituunt, (fie Dis placitum) tu carrninis efto
Principium : Romae fponforem me rapis : Eia,
Ne prior officio quifquam refpondeat, urgue :
Sive Aquilo radit terras, feu bruma nivalem
Interiore diem gyro trahit, ire neceflc eft.
Poftmodo, quod mt obfit, clare certumque locuto,
L.uftandum in turba, et facicnda injuria tardis.
Quid tibi vis, infane ? et quam rem agis ? improbus

Sat. VI. OF HORACE. 13

* Remov'd from allth' Ambitious Scene,
NorpufFd by Pride, ncr funk by Spleen.'

In (hort, I'm perfectly content,
Let me but live on this fide Trent ; 30

Nor crofs the Channel twice a year,
To fpend fix Months with Statefmen here.

I muftby all means come to town,
'Tis for the fcrvice of the Crown.
" Lewis, the Dean 'vil! be of ufe, 35

" Send for him up, take no excufe."
The toil, the danger of the Seas ;
Great Minifters ne'er think of thefe j
Or let it coft five hundred pound,
No matter where the money's found, 40

It is but fo much more in debt,
And that they ne'er confider'd yet.

" Good Mr. Dean go change your gown,
" Let my Lord know you're come to town."
I hurry me in hafte away, 4.5

Not thinking it is Levee-day ;
And find his Honour in a Pound,
Hemm'd by a triple Circle round,
Chcquer'd with Ribbons blue and green :
How mould I thruft myfelf between ? 50

Some Wag obferves me thus perplext,
And fmiling, whifpers to the next,
" I thought the Dean had been too proud,
*' To juftle here among a croud."
Another in a furly fit, 5^

Tells me I have more Zeal than Wit,
" So eager toexprefs your love,
** You ne'er confider whom you fhovc,

6 ' But


Iratis precibus. tu pulfes omne quod obftat,

Ad Maeccnatcm mcmori fi niente recurras.

Hoc juvat, et melli eft ; rie mentiar. at fimul atras

Ventum eft Efquilias ; aliena negotia centum

Per caput, et circa faliunt latus. Ante fecundam

Rofcius orabat fibi adefles ad Puteal eras.

De re communi fcribae magna atquenova te

Orabant hodie meminiftes, Quinte, reverti.

Imprimat his cura Maecenas figna tabellis.

Dixeris, Experiar : Si vis, potes, addit ; et inftat,

Septimus oclavo propior jam rugerit annus,

Ex quo Maecenas me coepit habere fuorum

Li numero: duntaxat ad hoc, quern tollere rheda

VelJer, iter faciens, et cui concredere nugas


Sat. VI. O- F H O R A C E. 15

*< But rudely prefs before a Duke."

I own, I'm pleas'd with this rebuke, 60

And take it kindly meant to (how

What I defire the World mould know.

I get a whifper, and withdraw ;
When twenty Fools 1 never faw
Come with Petitions fairly penn'd, 6$

Defiring I would (land their friend.

This, humbly offers me his Cafe-
That, begs my int'reft for a Place
A hundred other Men's affairs,
Like bees, are humming in my ears. JO

" To-morrow my Appeal comes on,
<c Without your help the Caufe is gone
The Duke expecls my Lord and you,
About fome great Affair, at Two
" Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind, 75

*' To get my Warrant quickly fign'd :
" Confider 'tis my firft requeft.

Be fatisfy'd, I'll do my beft :

Then prefently he falls to teize,

** You may for certain, if youpleafe; So

" I doubt not, if his LorVlfhip knew

" And, Mr. Dean, one word from you

'Tis (let me fee) three years and more,
(October next it will be four)
Since HARLE v bid me firft attend, 85

And chofe me for an humble friend ;
Would take me in his Coach to chat.
And queftion me of this and that j
As, " What's o'clock?" And, How'sthe Wind?''
* Who's "Chariot's that we left behind ? qo


Hoc genus, Hora quota eft ? Threx eft Gallina

Syro par.

Matutina parum cautos jam frigora mordent :
Et quae rimofa bcnc dcponuntur in aure.
Pertotum hoc tempus, fubjeclior in diem et horam
Invidiae nofter. ludos fpe&averit una :
Luferit in campo : Fortunae filius, omnes.
Frigidus aRoftris manat per compita rumor :
Quicunqueobviuseft, me confulit ; O bone (nam te
Scire, Decs quoniam propius contingis, oportet)
Num quid de Dacis audifti ? Nil equidem. Ut tu
Semper eris derifor ! At omnes Di exagitent me,
Si quicquam. Quid ? militibus promifla Triquetra
PraediaCaefar, an eft Itala tellure daturus.?


Sat. VI. O F H O R A C E. 17

Or gravely try to read the lines

Writ underneath the Country Signs ;

Or, " Have you nothing new to-day

" From Pope, from Parnel, or from Gay ?"

Such tattle often entertains 95

My Lord and me as far as Stains,

As once a week we travel down

To Wind for, and again to Town,

Where all that pafTes, inter nos,

Might be proclaim'd at Charing-Crofs. 100

Yet fome I know with envy fwell,
Becaufe they fee me us'd fo well :
c How think you of our Friend the Deao ?
" I wonder what fome people mean ;
" My Lord and he are grown fo great, 105

" Always together, ttte a tcte y
" What, they admire him for his jokes-r-
" See but the fortune of fome Folks !
There flies about a ftrange report
Of fome exprefs arriv'd at Court ; Ifo

I'm ftopp'd by all the fools I meet,
And catechis'd in ev'ry ftreet. ;

" You, Mr. Dean, frequent the Great ;
" Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat ?
" Or do the Prints and Papers lie ? 115

Faith, Sir, you know as much as I.
" Ah Doctor, how you love to jeft ?
* c 'Tis now no fccrct I proteft
'Tis one to me '* Then tell us, pray,
" When are the Troops to have their pay ? 120
And, tho' I folemnly declare
I know no more than my Lord Mayor,

VOL. VI. 'C They


Jurantcm me fcirc nihil miratur, ut unum
Scilicet egregii mortalcm altique filenti.

Perditur haec inter mifero lux ; non fine votis,
O rus, quando ego te afpiciam ? quandoque licebit,
Nunc vetcrum libris, nunc fomno et inertibus horis,
Ducere folicitae jucunda oblivia vitae ?
O quando faba Pythagorae cognata, fimulque
Undla fatis pingui ponenturolufcula lardo ?
O no&es coenaeque Deum ! quibus ipfe meique,
Ante Larem proprium vefcor, vernafque procaces
Pafco libatis dapibus : cum, utcuique libido eft,
Siccat inaequales calices conviva, folutus
Legibus infanis : feu quis capit acria fortis
Pocula ; feu modicis uvefcit laetius. ergo
Sermo oritur, non de villis domibufve alienis,
Nee male riecne Lepos faltet : fed quod magis ad


Pertinet, et cefcire malum eft, agitamus ; utrumn e


Sat. VI. O F H O R A C E. 19

They frand amaz'd, and think me grown
The clofefl mortal ever known.

THUS in a fea of folly tofs'd, 125

My choiceft Hours of life are loft ;
Yet always wifhing to retreat,
Oh, could I fee my Country Seat !
There leaning near a gentle Brook,
Sleep, or perufe fome ancient Book, 130

And there in fweet oblivion drown
Thofe Cares that haunt the Court and Town.
O charming Noons ! and Nights divine !
Or when I fup, or when I dine,
My Friends above, my Folks below, 135

Chatting and laughing all-a-row,
The Beans and Bacon fet before 'cm,
The Grace-cup ferv'd with all decorum :
Each willing to be pleas'd, and pleafe,
And ev'n the very Dogs at eafe ! 140

Here no man prates of idle things,
How this or that Italian fings,
A Neighbour's Madnefs, or his Spoufe's,
Or what's in either of the Houfes :
But fomething much more our concern, 145

And quite a fcandal not to learn :


VER. 125. Thus in a fea, etc.'} Our poet excdls hit
friend in his own way of modernizing Horace. But this
way is infinitely inferior to his ewn. For tho' Horace be
eafy, he is not familiar ; or, if ne be, it is the familia-
rity of Courts, which isnever without its dignity. Thefe
things buriefque verfe cannot reconcile, nor indeed any
other, that I know of, but that in the fore going imita*

C 2 Which


Divitiis homines, an fmt virtute beati :
Quidve ad amicitias, ufus reclumne, trahat noa :
Et quae fit natura boni, fummumque quid ejus.
Ccrvius haec inter vicinus garrit aniles
Ex re fabellas. fi quis nam laudat Arelli
Solicitas ignarus opes ; fie incipit : Olim
Rufticus urbanum murem mus paupere fertur
Accepifle cavo, veterem vetus hofpes amicum ;
Afper, et attentus quaefitis ; ut tarnen ardhim
Solveret hofpitiis animum. quid multa ? neque ille
Sepofiti ciceris, nee Jongae invidit avenae :
Aridum et ore ferens acinum, femefaque lardi
Frufta dedit, cupiens varia faftidia coena
Vincere tangentis male fingula dente fuperbo :
Cum pater ipfe domus palea porre&us in horna
Eflet ador loliumque, dopis meliora relinquens.
Tandem urbanus ad hunc, Quid tejuvat, inquit>


Praerupti nemoris patientem vivere dorfo?
Yin' tu homines urberaque feris praeponere fylvis ?
Carpe viam (mihi crede) comes ; terreftria quando


Sat. VI. OF HORACE. 2 f

Which is the happier, or the wifer,

A man of Merit, or a Mifer ?

Whether we ought to chufe our Friends,

For their own Worth, or our own Ends ? 150

What good, or better, we may call,

And what, the very beft of all ?

Our Friend Dan Prior, told (you know)
A Tale extremely a prnpos :

Name a Town Life, and in a trice, I ee

He had a Story of two Mice.
Once on a time (fo runs the Fable)
A Country Moufe, right hofpitable,
Receiv'd a Town Moufe at his Board,
Juft as a Farmer might a Lord. j6o

A frugal Moufe upon the whole,
Yet lov'd his Friend, and had a SQU!,
Knew what was handfome, and would do't,
On juft occafion, coute qui coute,
He brought him Bacon (nothing lean) 165

Pudding, that might have pleas'd a Dean ;
Cheefe, fuch as men in Suffolk make,
But wifh'd it Stilton /or his fake j
Yet, to his Gueft tho' no way fparing,
He eat himfelf the rind and paring. 170

Our Courtier fcarce would touch a bit,
But fhow'd his Breeding and his Wit j
He did his bed tofeem to eat,
And cry'd, " I vow you're mighty neat.
" But Lord, my Friend, this favage Scene ! 175
** For God's fake, come, and live with Men :

C 3 " Confider,


Mortales animas vivunt fortita, neque ulla eft,
Aut magno aut parvo, leti fuga. quo, bone, circa,
Dum licet, in rebus jucundis vive beatus :
Vive memor quam fis aevi brevis. Haec ubi dicta
Agrcftem pepulere, domo levis exfilit : inde
Ambo propofitum peragunt iter, urbis aventes
Moenia nocturni fubrepere. jamque tenebat
Nox medium coeli fpatiurn, cum ponit uterque
In locuplete domo veftigia : rubro ubi cocco
Tincta fuper le&os canderet veftis eburnos ;
Multaque de magna fupereflent fercula coena,
Quae procul exftruclis inerant heflerna caniftris.
Ergo ubi purpurea porreclum in vefte locavit
Agreftem j veluti fuccinclus curfitat hofpes,
Continuatque dapes : nee non verniliter ipfis
Fungitur officiis, praelibans omne quod afFert.

2 Ille

Sat. VI. O F H O R A C E. 23

" Confider, Mice, like Men, muft die,

tc Both fmall and great, both you and I :

*' Then fpend your life in Joy and Sport,

" (This doctrine, Friend, I learnt at Court.) 180

The vericft Hermit in the Nation
May yield, God knows, to ftrong temptation.
Away they come, thro' thick and thin,
To a tall ho nfe near Lincoln's-Inn i
('Twason the night of a Debate, 185

When all their Lordfhips had fat late.)

Behold the place, where if a Poet
Shin'd in Defcription, he might (how it ;
Tell how the Moon-beam trembling falls,
And tips with Silver all the walls , 190

Palladian walls, Venetian doors,
Grotefco roofs, and Stucco floors :
But let it (in a word) be faid,
The Moon was up and Men a bed, /

The Napkins white, the Carpet red : *95 S

The Guefts withdrawn had left the Treat,
And down the Mice fat, tete a tete.

Our Courtier walks from dim to dim,
Taftes for his friend of Fowl and Fifh j
Tells all their names, lays down the law, 200

" *& e f a e ft bon ! Ah gout ez fa f
" That Jelly's rich, this Malmfey healing,
* Pray, dip your Whifkers and your Tail in."
Was ever fuch a happy Swain ?
He fluffs and fwills, and fluffs again. 205

" I'm quite afham'd 'tis mighty rude
" To eat fo much but all's fo good.

C 4 I have


Ille Cubans gaudct mutata forte, bonifque
Rebus agit laetum convivam : cum fubito ingens
Valvarum ftrepitus lecYts excuflit utrumque.
Currere per totum pavidi conclave ; magifque
Exanimes trcpidare, fimul domus alta Moloffis
Perfonuit cauibus. turn ru/Kcus, Haud niihi vita
Eft opus hac, ait, et valeas : me fylva, cavufque
Tutus ab inlidiis tenui folabitur ervo.



Sat. VI. OF HORACE. 35

" I have a thoufand thanks to give

" My Lord alone knows how to live."

No fooner faid, but from the Hall 210

Rufh Chaplain, Butler, Dogs and all :

" A Rat, a Rat f clap to the door

The Cat comes bouncing on the floor.

O for the heart of Homer's Mice,

Or Gods to fave them in a trice ! 215

(It was by Providence they think,

For your damn'd Stucco has no chink.)

" An't pi cafe your Honour, quoth the Peafanf,

' This fame Deficit is not fo pleafant :

" Give me again my hollow Tree, 220

A Cruft of Bread, and Liberty !




O D E I.


Rurfus bell a moves ? parce precor, precor.
Non fum qualis eram bonae

Sub regno Cynarae. define, dulcium
Mater faeva Cupidinum,

Circa luftra decem fledlere mollibus
Jam durum imperils : abi

Quoblandaejuventum te revocant preces.
Tempeftivius in domum

Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus,
Comiflabere Maximi ;

Sitorrerejecur quaeris idoneum.
Namque et nobili?, et decens,

Et pro folicitis nontacitus reis,
Et centum puer artium,

Late figna feret militiae tuae.
Et, quandoque potentior

Largis muneribus riferit aemuli,


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