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And you shall see, the first warm weather, Me and the butterflies together.
My Lord, your favors well I know;
Now this I'll say, You'll find in me
And all that voluntary vein,
A Weasel once made shift to slink
Sir, you may spare your application, I'm no such beast, nor his relation; Nor one that temperance advance, Cramm'd to the throat with ortolans ; Extremely ready to resign All that may make me none of mine. South-sea subscriptions take who please, Leave me but liberty and ease. 'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child, Who prais'd my modesty and smild. Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me) My bread and independency ! So bought an annual rent or two, And liv'd—just as you see I do ; Near fifty, and without a wife, I trust that sinking fund my life. Can I retrench ? Yes, mighty well, Shrink back to my paternal cell; A little house with trees a-sow, And, like its master, very low;
There dy'd my father, no man's debtor, And there I'll die, nor worse nor better.
To set this matter full before ye, Our old friend Swift will tell his story.
• Harley, the nation's great support But you may read it, I stop short.
HORACE, BOOK II. EPISTLE I.
Advertisement. THE reflections of Horace, and the judgments
passed in his Epistle to Augustus, seemed so seasonable to the present times, that I could not belp applying them to the use of my own coun. try. The author thought them considerable enough to address them to his prince ; whom he paints with all the great and good qualities of a monarch upon whom the Romans depended for the increase of an absolute empire ; but to make the Poem entirely English, I was willing to add one or two of those which contribute to the happiness of a free people, and are more
consistent with the welfare of our neighbors. This Epistle will shew the learned world to have
fallen into two mistakes: one, that Augustus was a patron of poets in general ; whereas he not only prohibited all but the best writers to name him, but recommended that care even to the civil magistrate ; Admonebat prætores, ne paterentur nomen suum obsolefieri, &c.; the other, that this piece was only a general discourse of poetry; whereas it was an apology for the poets, in order to render Augustus more their patron. Horace here pleads the cause of his contemporaries ; first, against the taste of the Town, whose humor it was to magnify the authors of the preceding age; secondly, against the court and nobility, who encouraged only the writers for the Theatre ; and, lastly, against the Emperor himself, who had conceived them of little use to the government. He shews (by a view of the progress of learning, and the change of taste, among the Romans) that the introduction of the polite arts of Greece had given the writers of his time great advantages over their predecessors ; that their morals were much im. proved, and the license of those ancient poets restrained ; that Satire and Comedy were become more just and useful ; that whatever extravagancies were left on the stage, were owing to the ill taste of the nobility; that poets, under due regulations, were in many respects useful to the state ; and concludes, that it was upon them the