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But on fome lucky day, (as when they found

A loft bank-bill, or heard their fon was drown'd,)
At fuch a feaft, 2 old vinegar to fpare,

Is what two fouls fo gen'rous cannot bear:
Oil, tho' it ftink, they drop by drop impart,
But foufe the cabbage with a bounteous heart.

3 He knows to live who keeps the middle state,
And neither leans on this fide nor on that;
Nor 4 ftops for one bad cork his butler's pay,
Swears, like Albutius, a good cook away;
Nor lets, like 5 Nævius, ev'ry error pass,
The mufty wine, foul cloth, or greasy glass.

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6 Now hear what bleffings temperance can bring: (Thus faid our friend, and what he faid I fing.) 7 First health: the ftomach (cramm'd from ev'ry dish, A tomb of boil'd and roaft, and flesh and fish, Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid, jar, And all the man is one inteftine war,) Remembers oft' the fchoolboy's fimple fare, The temp'rate fleeps, and fpirits light as air. 9 How pale each worshipful and rev'rend guest Rife from a clergy or a city feast!

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Ille repotia, natales, aleofve dierum

1 Feitos albatus celebret) cornu iple bilibri Caulibus inftillat, 2 veteris non parcus aceti.

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Quali igitur vietu fapiens utetur, et hòrum
Utrum imitabitur? hac urget lupus, hac canis, aiunt.
3 Mundus erit, qui non offendet fordibus, atque
In neutram partem cultus mifer. 4 Hic neque fervis.
Albutî fenis exemplo, dum munia didit,

Sævus erit; nec fit ut fimplex 5 Nævius, unctam
Convivis præbebit aquam : vitium hoc quoque magnum.
6 Accipe nunc, victus tenuis quæ quantaque fecum
Afferat. 7 in primis valeas bene: nam variæ res
Ut noceant homini, credas, memor illius efcæ
Que fimplex & clim tibi federit. at fimul affis
Mifcueris elixa, fimul conchylia turdis;

Dulcia fe in bilem vertent, ftomachoque tumultum
Lenta feret pituita. 9 vides, ut pallidus omnis
Cœna defurgat dubia? quin corpus onuftum

What life in all that ample body say?
What heav'nly particle infpires the clay?
The foul fubfides, and wickedly inclines
To feem but mortal e'en in found divines.

I On morning wings how active springs the mind
That leaves the load of yesterday behind!
How eafy every labour it purfues!
How coming to the poet ev'ry Muse!
2 Not but we may exceed fome holy time,
Or tir'd in fearch of truth or fearch of rhyme :
Ill health fome juft indulgence may engage,
And more the fickness of long life, old age:
3 For fainting age what cordial drop remains,
If our intemp'rate youth the veffel drains?
4 Our fathers prais'd rank ven'fon.
You fuppofe,
Perhaps, young men! our fathers had no nose.
Not fo: a buck was then a week's repast,
And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last;
More pleas'd to keep it till their friends could come,
Than eat the fweeteft by themselves at home.
5 Why had not I in thofe good times my birth,
Ere coxcomb pies or coxcombs were on earth?

Heiternes vitiis animum quoque prægravat una,
Atque affigit humo divinæ particulum auræ.
Alter, ubi dicto citius curata fopori

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Membra dedit, vegetus præfcripta ad munia furgit. 2 Hic tamen ad melius poterit tranfcurrere quandam ; Sive diem feftum rediens advexerit annus,

Seu recreare volet tenuatum corpus; ubique

Accedent anni, et tractari mollius ætas

Imbecilla volet. 3 tibi quidnam accedet ad iftam,
Quam puer et validus præfumis. mollitiem; feu
Dura valetudo inciderit, feu tarda fenectus?

[nafus 4 Rancidum aprum antiqui laudabant: non quia Illis nullus erat; fed, credo, hac mente quod hofpes Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam Integrum edax dominus confumerat. 5 hos utinam Heroas natum tellus me prima tuliffet.

Unworthy he the voice of Fame to hear,
That sweetett mufic to an honeft ear,

(For faith, Lord Fanny! you are in the wrong,
The world's good word is better than a fong,)
Who has not learn'd 2 fresh turgeon and ham pie
Are no rewards for want and infamy!
When luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf,
Curs'd by thy 3 neighbours, thy trustees, thyseif;
To friends, to fortune, to mankind, a thame,
Think how poterity will treat thy name;
And 4 buy a rope, that future times may tell
Thou haft at least beftow'd one penny well.

5 Right," cries his Lordship;
"To have a tafte is infolence indeed:

for a rogue in

"In me 'tis noble, fuits my birth and flate,

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"My wealth unwieldy, and my heap too great." Then, like the fun, let 6 Bounty ipread her ray, 115 And fhine that fuperfluity away.

Oh impudence of wealth! with all thy ftore,

How dar't thou let one worthy man be poor?

Shall half the 7 new-built churches round thee fall?

Make quays, build bridges, or repair Whitehall; 120 Or to thy country let that heap be lent,

As M**'s was, but not at five per cent.

Das aliquid famæ, quæ carmine gratior aurem inter Occupat humanem? grandes rhombi, patinæque Grande ferunt una 2 cum damno dedecus. adde 3 Iratum patruum, vicinos te tibi iniquum, Et fruitra mortis cupidum, cum deerit egenti 4 As, laquei pretium.

5 Jure, inquis, Trafius iftis

Jurgatur verbis: ego vectigatia magna,
Divitiafque habeo tribus amplas regibus.

Ergo,

Quod fuperat, non eft melius quo intumere poffis?

Cur eget indignus quifquam, te divite? quare

7 Templa ruunt antiqua Deûm? cur, improbe, caræ Non aliquid patriæ tanto emetiris acervo ?

Uni nimirum recte tibi femper erunt res?

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Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind, Prepares a dreadful jeft for all mankind. And 2 who stands fafeft? Tell me, is it he That fpreads and fwells in puff'd profperity; Or, blefs'd with little, whofe preventing care In peace provides fit arms against a war?"

3 Thus Bethel fpoke, who always fpeaks his thought, And always thinks the very thing he ought:

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His equal mind I copy what I can,

And as I love would imitate the man.

In South-fea days, not happier, when furmis'd

The lord of thoufands, than if now 4 excis'd;
In foreft planted by a father's hand,

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Than in five acres now of rented land.
Content with little, I can piddle here
On 5 brocoli and mutton round the year;

But 6 ancient friends, (tho' poor, or out of play,)
That touch my bell, I cannot turn away.
'Tis true, no 7 turbots dignify my boards,

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But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords:
To Hounslow-heath I point, and Banfted-down,
Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my own:
8 From yon' old walnut-tree a fhow'r fhall fall,
And grapes, long ling ring on my only wall,

1 O magnus pofthac inimicis rifus! uterne
2 Ad cafus dubios fidet fibi certius? hic, qui
Pluribus affuerit mentem corpufque fuperbum ;
An qui contentus parvo metuenique futuri,
In pace, ut fapiens, aptârit idonea bello?

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3 Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvis Ofellum Integris opibus novi non latius ufum,

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Quam nune 4 accifis. videas metato in agello,
Cum pecore et gnatis, fortem mercede colonum,
Non ego, narrantem, temere edi luce profetta
Quidquam, præter 5 olus, fumolæ cum pede pernæ.
At mihi, cum longum poft tempus vererat hofpes,
Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem
Vicinus, bene erat, non pifcibus urbe petitis,
Sed pullo, atque haedo: tum 7 penfilis uva fecundas
Et nux orabat inenfas, cum duplice ficu.

And figs from ftandard and espalier join,

The devil is in you if you cannot dine:

Then cheerful healths, (your mistress fhall have place,)

And, what's more rare, a poet shall say grace.

2 Fortune not much of humbling me can boaft; Tho' double tax'd, how little have I loft!

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My life's amusements have been just the same
Before and after 3 ftanding armies came.

My lands are fold, my father's houfe is gone;
I'll hire another's; is not that my own,

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And yours, my friends? thro' whofe free-op'ning gate None comes too early, none departs too late; (For I, who hold fage Homer's rule the beft, Welcome the coming, fpeed the going, guest.) "Pray Heav'n it laft! (cries Swift) as you go on; "I wish to God this houfe had been your own! "Pity to build without a fon or wife: "Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life." Well, if the ufe be mine, can it concern one Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon? What's 4 property? dear Swift! you fee it alter From you to me, from me to 5 Peter Walter; Or in a mortgage prove a lawyer's fhare, Or in a jointure vanish from the heir; Or in pure 6 equity (the cafe not clear) The chanc'ry takes your rents for twenty year: At beft it falls to fome 7 ungracious fon,

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Who cries" My father's damn'd, and all's my own.”

Poft hoc ludus erat I cuppa potare magiftra:

Ac venerata Ceres, ut culmo furgeret alto,
Explicuit vino contractæ feria frontis.

2 Sæviat, atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus!
Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius, aut
O pueri, nituiftis, ut huc 3 novus incola venit? [vos,
Nam 4 propriæ telluris herum natura, neque illum,
Nec me, nec quemquam ftatuit, nos expulit ille:
Illum aut 5 nequities, aut vafri infcitia juris,
Poftremo expellet certe 7 vivacior heres.