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While with the filent growth of ten per cent,
In dirt and darkness 53 hundreds ftink content.
Of all these ways, if each 54 pursues his own,
Satire be kind, and let the wretch alone:
But fhow me one who has it in his pow'r
To act confiftent with himfelf an hour.

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Sir Job 55 fail'd forth, the evening bright and still,
"No place on earth (he cry'd) like Greenwich hill!"
56 Up ftarts a Palace, lo, th' obedient base 140
Slopes at its foot, the woods its fides embrace,
The filver Thames reflects its marble face.
Now let fome whimfy, or that 57 Dev'l within
Which guides all thofew ho know not what they mean,
But give the Knight (or give his Lady) fpleen;

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Away, away! take all your fcaffolds down,

"For Snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in Town.” At am'rous Flavio is the 58 stocking thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone.

53 Multis occulto crefcit res fænore

54 Verum

Efto, aliis alios rebus, ftudiifque teneri:

lidem eadem poffunt boram durare probantes?

55 "Nullus in orbe locus Baiis prælucet amænis :” Si dixit Dives, 56 lacus & mare fentit amorem Feftinantis beri. Cui fi 57 vitiofa Libido Fecerit aufpicium, cras," ferramenta Teanum Tolletis, fabri!

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58 Lectus genialis in aula eft? Nil ait effe prius, melius nil cælibe vita: $9 The

59 The Fool whofe Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter, For matrimonial folace dies a martyr.

Did ever 60 Proteus, Merlin, any witch,

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Transform themselves fo ftrangely as the Rich? "Well,but the 61 Poor-The Poor have the fame itch; They change their 63 weekly Barber, weekly News, Prefer a new Japanner to their shoes, 156 Difcharge their Garrets, move their beds, and run (They know not whither) in a Chaise and one; They 64 hire their fculler, and when once abroad, Grow fick, and damn the climate like a Lord. 160

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65 You laugh, half Beau half Sloven if I stand,
My wig all powder, and all fnuff my band;
You laugh, if Coat and breeches strangely vary,
White gloves, and linnen worthy Lady Mary!

But when 66 no Prelate's Lawn with hair-fhirt lin'd, .
Is half fo incoherent as my Mind,

When (each opinion with the next at strife,
One 67 ebb and flow of follies all my life)

59 Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis.

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60 Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? Quid 61 pauper? ride: mutat 62 coenacula, lectos, Balnea, 63 tonfores; conducto 64 navigio, æque Naufeat ac locuples, quem ducit priva triremis. 65 Si curtatus inæquali tonfore capillos Occurro, rides; fi forte fubucula pexa Trita fubeft tunica, vel fi toga diffidet impar, Rides: quid? 66 mea cum pugnat fententia fecum, Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omifit ; 67 Efluat, & vitæ disconvenit ordine toto,

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1 68 plant, root up, I build, and then confound,
Turn round to fquare, and fquare again to round;
69 You never change one muscle of your face,
You think this Madness but a common case,
Nor
70 once to Chanc'ry, nor to* Hales apply;
Yet hang your lip, to see a Seam awry !
Careless how ill I with my felf agree,

Kind to my dress, my figure, not to Me.

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Is this my 71 Guide, Philofopher, and Friend?
This, he who loves me, and who ought to mend ?
Who ought to make me (what he can, or none,)
That Man divine whom Wisdom calls her own;
Great without Title, without Fortune bless'd, [press'd;
Rich 73 ev'n when plunder'd, 75 honour'd while op-
Loy'd 76 without youth, and follow'd without power,
At home tho' exil'd, 74 free, tho' in the Tower :
In short, that reas'ning, high, immortal Thing, 185
Juft 72 less than Jove, and 77 much above a King,
Nay, half in heav'n-78 except (what's mighty odd)
A Fit of Vapours clouds this Demy-God.

68 Diruit, ædificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ?
69 Infanire putas folennia me; neque rides,
Nec 70 Medici credis, nec Curatoris egere
A Prætore dati? rerum 71 Tutela mearum
Cum fis, & pravè fectum ftomacheris ob unguem,
De te pendentis, te fufpicientis, Amici.

Adjummam, Sapiens uno 72 minor eft Jove! 73 Dives! 74 Liber! 75 bonoratus! 76 pulcher!

-77 Rex denique regum!

Præcipuefanus 78 Nifi cum pituita molefta eft. *Dottor of Bedlam.

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THE

THE

SIXTH EPISTLE

OF THE

FIRST BOOK

OF

HORACE.

OT to admire, is all the Art I know,

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"To make men happy, and to keep them fo." [Plain Truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flow'rs of So take it in the very words off Creech.]

2 This Vault of Air, this congregated Ball, Self-center'd Sun, and Stars that rise and fall,

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IL Admirari, prope res eft una, Numici! Solaque, qu qua poffit facere & fervare beatum. 2 Hunc Solem, & Stellas, & decedentia certis

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From whofe Tranflation of Horace the two firft

lines are taken.

EPISTLES OF HORACE. 35

There are, my Friend! whofe philofophic eyes
Look thro', and trust the Ruler with his skies,
To him commit the hour, the day, the year,
And view 3 this dreadful All without a fear.

Admire we then what 4 Earth's low entrails hold,
Arabian fhores, or Indian feas infold;

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All the mad trade of Fools and Slaves for Gold?
Or 6 Popularity? or Stars and Strings?

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The Mob's applauses, or the gifts of Kings?
Say with what 7 eyes we ought at Courts to gaze,
pay
the Great our homage of Amaze?
If weak the 8 pleasure that from these can spring,
The fear to want them is as weak a thing :
Whether we dread, or whether we desire,
In either cafe, believe me, we admire ;
Whether we 9 joy or grieve, the fame the curfe,
Surpris'd at better, or furpriz'd ́at worse.

Tempora momentis, funt qui 3 formidine nulla
Imbuti, fpetent. -

-4 Quid cenfes munera Terra?

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Quid Maris, extremos Arabas 5 ditantis, & Indos?
Ludicra, quid, 6 plaufus, & amici dona Quiritis,
Quo fpectanda modo, 7 quo fenfu credis, & ore?
8 Qui timet bis adverfa, fere miratur eodem
Quo cupiens pacto; pavor eft utrique molestus :
Improvifa fimul fpecies exterret utrumque.

9 Gaudeat, an doleat, cupiat, metuatve, quid ad rem? Si, quicquid videt melius, pejujve fua fpe,

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