THE ftory of this fatire speaks itself. Umbritius, the fuppofed friend of Juvenal, and himself a poet, isleaving Rome, and retiring to Cumæ. Our author accompanies him out of town. Before they take leave of each other, Umbritius tells his friend: the reasons which oblige him to lead a private life, in an obfcure place. He complains that an Koneft man cannot get his bread at Rome: that none but Яatterers make their fortunes there: that Grecians and other foreigners raise them-felves by thofe fordid arts which he defcribes, and against which he bitterly inveighs. He reckons up the feveral inconveniencies which arife from a city-life; and the many. dangers which attend it.. Upbraids the noblemen with covetousness, for not rewarding good poets; and arraigns the government for starving them. The great art of this 04 fatire Make lanes among the people where they go, And none of all his myrmidons complain : 250. THE A R. G U ME N T. THE ftory of this fatire speaks itfelf. Umbritius, the fuppofed friend of Juvenal, and himself poet, is Our au leaving Rome, and retiring to Cume. thor accompanies him out of town. Before they take leave of each other, Umbritius tells his friend: the reafons which oblige him to lead a private life, in an obfcure place. He complains that an Koneft man cannot get his bread at Rome: that none but Яatterers make their fortunes there that Grecians and other foreigners raise them-. felves by thofe fordid arts which he defcribes, and against which he bitterly inveighs. He reckons up the feveral inconveniencies which arife from a city-life; and the many dangers which attend it.. Upbraids the noblemen with covetousness, for not rewarding good poets; and arraigns the government for starving them. The great art of this fatire fatire is particularly fhown, in common-places; and drawing in as many vices, as could naturally fall into the compass of it. GRIEV'D though I am an ancient friend to lose, I like the folitary feat he chose: In quiet Cuma fixing his repose: Where far from noisy Rome fecure he lives, The road to Baja, and that soft recess Now while my friend, just ready to depart, Yet fuch our avarice is, that every tree } Nor Nor place, nor perfons, now are facred held, I and my fullen difcontented friend: The marble caves, and aquæducts, we view; But how adulterate now, and different from the true! Where crystal streams through living turf had run, Then thus Umbritius (with an angry frown, } Cán |