Or tames the Genius of the stubborn plain, i Envy must own, I live among the Great, No Pimp of pleafure, and no Spy of state, With eyes that pry not, tongue that ne'er repeats, 135 Fond to fpread friendships, but to cover heats; To help who want, to forward who excel; This, all who know me, know; who love me, tell; k What faith my Council, learned in the laws? A man was hang'd for very honeft rhymes; Infra Lucili cenfum, ingeniumque; tamen me Diffentis. 140 145 See * nifi quid tu, docte Trebati, T. Equidem nihil hinc diffingere poffum. Sed tamen ut monitus caveas, ne forte negotî Incutiat tibi quid fanctarum infcitia legum : «m Si mala condiderit in quem quis carmina, jus eft diciumque." See Libels, Satires-here you have it-read. P. n Libels and Satires! lawlefs things indeed! 150 But grave Epiftles, bringing Vice to light, Such as a King might read, a Bishop write, F. Indeed? The Cafe is alter'd-you may then proceed; H. Efto, fiquis n mala, fed bona fi quis Judice condiderit laudatus Caefare? fi quis Opprobriis dignum laceraverit, integer ipfe? T. Solventur rifu tabulæ: tu miffus abibis. 155 BOOK II. SATIRE II. To Mr. BETHEL. HAT, and how great, the Virtue and the Art To live on little with a cheerful heart; b(A doctrine fage, but truly none of mine) Let's talk, my friends, but talk before we dine. ← Not when a gilt Buffet's reflected pride Turns you from found Philosophy aside; Not when from plate to plate your eye-balls roll, And the brain dances to the mantling bowl. Hear Bethel's Sermon, one not vers'd in schools, d But ftrong in sense, and wife without the rules. h Go work, hunt, exercife! (he thus began) Then fcorn a homely dinner, if you can. 10 Your Q SATIRA 11. UAE virtus & quanta, boni, fit vivere parvo, < Verum hic impranfi mecum difquirite. Cur hoc? i Your wine lock'd up, your Butler ftroll'd abroad, Militia affuetum graecari) feu pila velox, Rara avis, et picta pandat fpectacula cauda 15 20 Of Tamquam ad rem attineat quidquam. Num vefceris ifta, Quam laudas, pluma? coctave num adeft honor idem ? Carne tamen quamvis diftat nihil hac, magis illa; Imparibus formis deceptum te patet, efto. Unde datum fentis, lupus hic, Tiberinus an alto 1 Of carps and mullets why prefer the great, (Though cut in pieces ere my Lord can eat) Yet for fmall Turbots fuch esteem profefs? Because God made thefe large, the other lefs. Oldfield, with more than Harpy throat endued, Cries, "Send me, Gods! a whole Hog barbecued!" Oh blaft it, n South-winds! till a ftench exhale Rank as the ripeness of a rabbit's tail. By what Criterion do you eat, d'ye think, If this is priz'd for sweetness, that for stink? When the tir'd glutton labours through a treat, He finds no relish in the sweetest meat, He calls for fomething bitter, fomething four, And the rich feaft concludes extremely poor: 25 30 • Cheap eggs, and herbs, and olives, still we fee; Thus much is left of old Simplicity! 35 The Captus hiet? pontefne inter jactatus, an amnis Mullum; in fingula quem minuas pulmenta neceffe eft, Proceros odiffe lupos ? quia fcilicet illis Majorem natura modum dedit, his breve pondus. m Porrectum magno magnum fpectare catino Vellem, ait Harpyiis gula digna rapacibus. At vos, n Praefentes Auftri, coquite horum opfonia; quamquam Putet aper rhombufque recens, mala copia quando Aegrum follicitat ftomachum; cum rapula plenus Atque acidas mavult inulas necdum omnis abacta |