Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat Se? Juv. HOUGH grief and fondness in THOUGH When injur'd THALES bids the town farewel, Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend, I praise the hermit, but regret the friend; JUV. SAT. III. a Quamvis digreffu veteris confufus amici; Who Who now refolves, from vice and LONDON far, Give to St. David one true Briton more. b For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand? There none are swept by sudden fate away, But all whom hunger spares, with age decay; Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks с you dead. While THALES waits the wherry that contains On Thames's bank in filent thought we stood, Ego vel Prochytam præpono Suburræ. Nam quid tam miferum, tam folum vidimus, ut non Sed, dum tota domus rhedâ componitur unâ, Struck Struck with the feat that gave *Eliza birth, We kneel, and kifs the confecrated earth; And call Britannia's glories back to view; Or English honour grew a ftanding jeft. A tranfient calm the happy fcenes beftow, At length awaking with contemptuous frown, d a Since worth, he cries, in these degen❜rate days Wants ev❜n the cheap reward of empty praise; In those curs❜d walls, devote to vice and gain, Since unrewarded fcience toils in vain; Since hope but fooths to double my distress, And every moment leaves my little less; d Hic tunc Umbricius: Quando artibus, inquit, honeftis Res hodie minor eft, heri quam fuit, atque eadem cras Ire, fatigatas ubi Dedalus exuit alas; Dum nova canities Queen Elizabeth born at Greenwich. While yet my steady steps no staff sustains, Grant me, kind heaven, to find some happier place, live here, for Some pleasing bank where verdant ofiers play, Let fuch raise palaces, and manors buy, et pedibus me Porto meis, nullo dextram fubeunte bacillo. Et Catulus: maneant qui nigra in candida vertunt. Heroes, Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride shall hold ? What check restrain your thirst of pow'r and gold? Behold rebellious virtue quite o'erthrown, Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives your own. 'i Others with fofter fmiles, and fubtler art, Well may they rife, while I, whose ruftic tongue Quid Romæ faciam ? mentiri nescio: librum, -Ferre ad nuptas, quæ mittit adulter, Spurn'd |