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* Who thinks that fortune cannot change her mind, Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind.
130 And u who stands safest ? tell me, is it he That spreads and swells in puff’d Prosperity, Or blest with little, whose preventing care In peace provides fit arms against a war? Thus Bethel spoke, who always speaks his thought,
135 And always thinks the very thing he ought : His equal mind I copy what I can, And as I love, would imitate the Man. In South-sea days not happier, when surmis'd The Lord of Thousands, than if now w Excis'd; 140 In forest planted by a Father's hand, Than in five acres now of rented land. Content with little, I can piddle here On brocoli and mutton, round the year; But y ancient friends (tho' poor, or out of play) That touch my bell, I cannot turn away. 'Tis true, no 2 Turbots dignify my boards, But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords:
Notes. apology for this liberty, in the preceding line, where he pays a fine compliment to Auguftus:
uare Templa ruunt antiqua Deum? which oblique Panegyric the Imitator has very properly turned into a jult itroke of satire.
O pueri, nituistis, ut huc novus incola venit ?
Notes. Ver. 156. And, what's more rare, a Poet shall say Grace.] The pleasantry of this line consists in the supposed rarity of a Poet's having a table of his own; or a sense of gratitude for the bleflings he receives. But it contains,
To Hounslow-heath I point and Bansted-down, Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my own:
150 * From yon old walnut-tree a show'r shall fall; And grapes, long ling'ring on my only wall, And figs from standard and espalier join ; The dev'l is in you if you cannot dine: Then chearful healths (your Miftress shall have place) And, what's more rare, a Poet shall say Grace. 156
Fortune not much of humbling me can boast; Tho' double tax'd, how little have I lost? My Life's amusements have been just the fame, Before, and after © Standing Armies came. 160 My lands are sold, my father's house is gone; I'll hire another's; is not that my own, 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, 165 Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.)
Pray heav’n it last! (cries SWIFT!) as you go on; " I wish to God this house had been your own: « Pity! to build, without a son or wife: “ Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life.” 170 Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one, Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon?
Notes. too, a sober reproof of People of Condition, for their unmanly and brutal disuse of 10 natural a duty.
Nam propriae telluris herum natura neque illum,
Nec me, nec quemquam ftatuit. nos expulit ille;
Illum aut e nequities aut f vafri inscitia juris,
Poftremum expellet certe 5 vivacior heres.
* Nunc ager Umbreni fub nomine, nuper Ofelli
Dictus erat: nulli proprius; sed cedit in usum
Nunc mihi, nunc alii, i quocirca vivite fortes,
Fortiaque adverfis opponite pectora rebus.
VER. 183. proud Buckingham's etc.] Villers Duke of Buckingham. 'P.
VER. 185. Let lands and houses etc.] The turn of his
What's « Property ? dear Swift! you see it alter
Notes. imitation, in the concluding part, obliged him to diverfify the sentiment. They are equally noble: but Horace's is expressed with the greater force.