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Or popularity? or stars, and strings?
If weak the pleasure that from these can spring,
Go then, and if you can, admire the state Of beaming diamonds and reflected plate ; Procure a taste to double the surprise, 30 And gaze on Parian charms with learned eyes; Be struck with bright brocade, or Tyrian dye, Our birth-day nobles' splendid livery. If not so pleas'd, at council-board rejoice To see their judgments hang upon thy voice; 35 From morn to night, at Senate, Rolls, and Hall, Plead much, read more, dine late, or not at all. But wherefore all this labor, all this strife ? For fame, for riches, for a noble wife ? Shall one whom Nature, learning, birth, conspir'd To form, not to admire, but be admir’d, 41 Sigh, while his Chloe, blind to wit and worth, Weds the rich dulness of some son of carth?
Yet time ennobles, or degrades each line;
Rack'd with sciatics, martyr'd with the stone, Will any mortal let himself alone ?
55 See Ward, by batter'd beaux invited over, And desp'rate Misery lays hold on Dover. The case is easier in the mind's disease ; There all men may be cur'd whene'er they please. Would ye be bless'd ? despise low joys, low) gains;
600 Disdain whatever Cornbury disdains ; Be virtuous; and be happy for your pains.
But art thou one whom new opinions sway, One who believes as Tindal leads the way, Who virtue, and a church alike disowns, 65 Thinks that but words, and this but brick and
stones ? Fly then on all the wings of wild desire, ' Admire whate'er the maddest can admire. Is wealth thy passion? hence! from pole to pole, Where winds can carry, or where waves can
For Indian spices, for Peruvian gold,
But if to pow'r, and place, your passion lie,
Tell at your levee, as the crowds approach, To whom to nod, whom take into your coach ; Whom honor with your hand; to make remarks, Who rules in Cornwall, or who rules in Berks : • This may be troublesome, is near the chair; 105 · That makes three members, this can chuse a
may’r.' Instructed thus, you bow, embrace, protest, · Adopt him son, or cousin, at the least, Then turn about, and laugh at your own jest.
Or if your life be one continu'd treat, If to live well, means nothing but to eat ; Up, up! cries Gluttony, 'tis break of day, Go drive the deer, and drag the finny prey; With hounds and horns go hunt an appetiteSo Russel did, but could not eat at night; 115 Callid, happy dog! the beggar at his door ; And envy'd thirst and hunger to the poor.
Or shall we every decency confound, Through taverns, stews, and bagnios, take our
round ? Go dine with Chartres, in each vice outdo 120
K-l's lewd cargo, or Ty—y's crew, From Latian Syrens, French Circæan feasts, Return'd well travell’d, and transform'd to beasts ; Or for a titled punk, or foreign flame, Renqunce our country, and degrade our name?
If, after all, we must with Wilmot own 126 The cordial drop of life is Love alone,
And Swift 'cry wisely Vive la bagatelle!
HORACE, BOOK I. EPIST. VII.
(Imitated in the manner of Dr. Swift.)
Tis true, my Lord, I gave my word
"The dog-days are no more the case,'