BOOK II. SATIRE I. P. To Mr. FORTESCUE. HERE are (I scarce can think it, but am told) THE 5 a There are, to whom my Satire seems too bold: Scarce to wife Peter complaisant enough, And fomething faid of Chartres much too rough. b The lines are weak, another's pleas'd to fay, Lord Fanny fpins a thousand such a day. Timorous by nature, of the Rich in awe, c I come to Council learned in the Law: You'll give me, like a friend both sage and free, Advice; and (as you use) without a Fee. F. I'd write no more. 10 HORATIUS. P. Not TREBATIUS. HORATIUS. * SUNT quibus in Satira videar nimis acer, et ultra Quid faciam? praefcribe. C H. Ne faciam, inquis, Omnino versus ? T. Aio. P. Not write? but then I think, • And for my foul I cannot fleep a wink. F. You could not do a worse thing for your life. 15 Hartshorn, or fomething that shall clofe your eyes. 20 g Or, if you needs must write, write Cæfar's Praise, h You'll gain at least a Knighthood, or the Bays. P. What? like Sir i Richard, rumbling, rough, and fierce, With Arms and George and Brunfwick crowd the verfe, Rend with tremendous found your ears afunder, 25 With Gun, Drum, Trumpet, Blunderbufs, and Thun der? Or H. Peream male, fi non Optimum erat: * verum nequeo dormire. T. f Ter uncti Tranfnanto Tiberim, fomno quibus eft opus alto; H. Cupidum, Pater optime, vires Or nobly wild, with Budgell's fire and force, F. k Then all your Muse's fofter art display, And sweetly flow through all the Royal Line. F. m Better be Cibber, I'll maintain it still, P. What fhould ail them? F. A hundred smart in Timon and in Balaam : 30 55 40 The Agmina, nec fracta pereuntes cufpide Gallos, T. k Attamen et juftum poteras et fcribere fortem, Scipiadam ut fapiens Lucilius. H. Haud mihi deero, Cum res ipfa feret: nifi dextro tempore, Flacci The fewer still you name, you wound the more; P. Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny Scarfdale his Bottle, Darty his Ham-pye; 45 Ridotta fips and dances, till fhe fee The doubling Luftres dance as fast as she; PF- loves the Senate, Hockleyhole his brother, The Soul stood forth, nor kept a thought within; Fair to expofe myself, my foes, my friends i. H. Quid faciam? faltat Milonius, ut femel icto Ille velut fidis arcana fodalibus olim Credebat libris; neque, fi male gefferat, usquam, Decurrens alio, neque fi bene; quo fit, ut omnis 50 55 60 My My head and heart thus flowing through my quill, r Verseman or Proseman, term me which you will, Papift or Proteftant, or both between, Like good Erafmus in an honest mean, In moderation placing all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory. x Slides into verfe, and hitches-in a rhyme, Votiva pateat veluti descripta tabella r 65 70 75 Sacred Vita fenis. fequor hunc, Lucanus an Appulus, anceps: S Tutus ab infeftis latronibus?" O pater et rex |