My Life's amusements have been just the same, My lands are fold, my father's house is gone; 155 160 165 And yours, my friends? thro' whose free opening gate None comes too early, none departs too late; (For I, who hold fage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.) ❝ Pray heaven it laft! (cries Swift!) as you go on; "I wish to God this house had been your own: "Pity! to build, without a fon or wife; "Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life." Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one, Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon? What's & Property? dear Swift! you fee it alter From you to me, from me to e Peter Walter ; Or, in a mortgage, prove a Lawyer's share; Or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir; Or in pure f equity (the cafe not clear) The Chancery takes your rents for twenty year : At best, it falls to fome g ungracious son, Who cries, "My father's damn'd, and all's my d 170 own." Shades, O pueri, nituiftis, ut huc b novus incola venit? h Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford, And Hemfley, once proud Buckingham's delight, i Let lands and houses have what lords they will, Let Us be fix'd, and our own masters still. h Nunc mihi, nunc alii. quocirca vivite fortes, 175 180 BOOK I. EPISTLE I. TO LORD BOLINGBROKE. ST. JOHN, whofe love indulg'd my labours paft, Matures my prefent, and shall bound my last! Nore fond of bleeding, ev'n in BRUNSWICK's cause. f A voice there is, that whispers in my ear, 5 ('Tis Reason's voice, which fometimes one can hear) "Friend Pope! be prudent, let your s Muse take "breath, "And never gallop Pegafus to death; EPISTOLA I. RIMA dicte mihi, fumma dicende camena, PRIM "Let b Spectatum fatis, et donatum jam rude, quaeris, Maecenas, iterum antiquo me includere ludo. Non eadem eft aetas, non mens. c Veianius, armis a Herculis ad poftem fixis, latet abditus agro; Ne populum e extrema toties exoret arena. f Eft mihi purgatam crebro qui perfonet aurem ; Solve g fenefcentem mature fanus equum, ne 15 "Left ftiff, and stately, void of fire or force, To lay this k harvest up, and hoard with haste, But ask not, to what 1 Doctors I apply? As drives the m ftorm, at any And house with Montagne now, or now with Locke, Mix with the World, and battle for the State, 20 25 30 Back Peccet ad extremum ridendus, et ilia ducat. Nunc itaque et b verfus, et caetera ludicra pono: hoc fum: k Condo, et compono, quae mox depromere poffim. m Quo me cunque rapit tempeftas, deferor hofpes. Back to my P native Moderation flide, And win my way by yielding to the tide. 4 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, 35 Long as the Night to her whofe Love's away, Long as the Year's dull circle seems to run, When the brisk Minor pants for twenty-one; That lock up all the Functions of my foul And feel fome " comfort, not to be a fool. 40 45 w Weak though I am of limb, and short of fight, Far from a Lynx, and not a Giant quite : 50 I'll Nunc in Ariftippi › furtim praecepta relabor q Ut nox longa, quibus mentitur amica; diefque u * Reftat, ut his ego me ipfe regam " folerque elementis: Non poffis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus ; |