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HORACE, BOOK II. SAT. VI.
'VE often with'd that I had clear,
For life, fix hundred pounds a-year,
Well, now I have all this and inore,
• If I'ne'er got or lost a groat, • By any trick, or any fault; • And if I pray by reason's rules, • And not like forty other fools: • As thus, “ Vouchfase, oh gracious Maker! “ To grant me this and tother acre : “ Or, if it be thy will and pleasure, “ Direct my plow to find a treasure !" • But only what my station fits, 6-And to be kept in my right wits, • Preserve, Almighty Providence ! • Just what you gave me, competence : • And let me in these shades compose • Something in verse as true as prose ; • Remov'd from all th' ambitious scene,
Nor puff'd by pride, nor sunk by spleen.'
In short, I 'm perfectly content,
I must by all means come to town,
« Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown,
observes me thus perplex’d,
“ But rudely press before a duke.”
I 'm pleas’d with this rebuke, And take it kindly meant, to show What I desire the world should know.
I get a whisper, and withdraw; When twenty fools I never saw Come with petitions fairly penn'd, Desiring I would stand their friend.
This humbly offers me his case That begs my interest for a place A hundred other mens' affairs, Like bees, are humming in my ears. “ To-morrow my apppeal comes on; “ Without your help, the cause is gone The duke expects my About some great affair at two “ Put my lord Bolingbroke in mind, “ To get my warrant quickly sign'd : “ Confider, 'tis my first request.”. Be satisfy'd, I'll do my best: Then presently he falls to teaze, “ You may for certain, if you pleafe; “ I doubt not, if his lordship knew “ And, Mr. Dean, one word from you 'Tis (let me see) three years
more, (October next it will be four) Since Harley bid me first attend, And chose me for an humble friend; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that ;
ford and you,
As,“ What's o'clock” And, “How's the wind?" “ Whose chariot 's that we left behind ?”
90 Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country figns; Or, “ Have you nothing new to-day “ From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains
95 My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week. we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross..
Yet some I know with envy swell, Because they see me us’d so well : “ How think you of our friend the Dean? “ I wonder what some people mean! “ My lord and he are grown so great, 105 “ Always together, tête à tête ; “ What! they admire him for his jokes ? “ See but the fortune of some folks!”
There flies about a strange report Of some express arriv'd at court : I'm stopp'd by all the fools I meet, And catechis'd in every fireet. “ You, Mr. Dean, frequent the great ; “ Inform us, will the Emperor treat? “ Or do the prints and papers lie?"
115 Faith, Sir, you know as much as I. “ Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest ! “ 'Tis now no secret" – I protest
''Tis one to me - " Then tell us, pray,
THE AUTHOR UPON HIMSELF. 1713.
[A few of the first lines are wanting.]
By an old
* See the rest of this satire among Mr. Pope's poems.