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m Oldfield with more than Harpy throat endu’d, 25
yet in vain, I own, to keep a pother 45 About one vice, and fall into the other :
NOTES. a hog roasted whole, stuffed with spice, and basted with Madera wine.
P. VER. 27. Oh blast it, South-winds ! ] This has not the force, nor gives us the pleasant allusion in the original, coquite.
VER.42. Bedford-head;] A famous Eating-house. P.
Si te alio pravus
* Cui Canis ex vero ductum cognomen adhaeret,
Quinquennes oleas est, et, sylvestria corna ;
Feftos albatus celebret) cornu ipse bilibri Caulibus instillat, * veteris non parcus aceti.
Quali igitur victu fapiens utetur, et horum
Utrum imitabitur? hac urget lupus, hac canis, aiunt.
y Mundus erit, qua non offendat fordibus, atque
In neutram partem cultus miser. a Hic neque servis
Convivis praebebit aquam: vitium hoc quoque
NOTES. and humour in dixerit and parebit, which the imitation does
Between Excess and Famine lies a mean;
* Avidien, or his Wife (no matter which,
He knows to live, who keeps the middle state, And neither leans on this fide, nor on that; Nor ^ stops, for one bad cork, his butler's pay, Swears, like Albutius, a good cook away; Nor lets, like Nævius, ev'ry error pass, 65 The musty wine, foul cloth, or greasy glass.
NOTES. VER. 50. For him you'll call a dog, and her a bitch] Our Poet had the art of giving wit and dignity to his Billingsgate, which Horace seems not to have learnt.
'Accipe nunc, victus tenuis quae quantaque fecum
Afferat. "In primis valeas bene; nam variae res
Ut noceant homini, credas, memor illius efcae,
Quae simplex e olim tibi federit. at fimul assis
Miscueris elixa, fimul conchylia turdis;
Dulcia se in bilem vertent, stomachoque tumultum
Lenta feret pituita. Vides, ut pallidus omnis
Coena desurgat dubia? quin corpus onuftum
Hesternis vitiis animum quoque praegravat una,
Atque affigit humo divinae particulam aurae.
& Alter, ubi dicto citius curata sopori
Membra dedit, vegetus praefcripta ad munia furgit.
NOTES VER. 79, 80. The Soul subsides, and wickedly inclines—To seem but mortal ev’n in found Divines.] Horace was an Epicurean, and laughed at the immortality of the soul. He therefore describes that languor of the mind proceeding from intemperance, on the idea, and in the Terms of Plato,
** affigit humo divinae particulam aurae. To this his ridicule is pointed. Our Poet, with more fobriety
*Now hear what blessingsTemperance can bring: (Thus faid our Friend, and what he said I sing) First Health: The stomach (cramm'd from ev'ry
dish, A tomb of boild and roast, and flesh and fish, 70 Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar, And all the man is one intestine war) Remembers oft® the School-boy's simple fare, The temp’rate sleeps, and spirits light as air. 74
How pale, each Worshipful and Rev'rend guest Rise from a Clergy, or a City feast! What life in all that ample body, fay? What heav'nly particle inspires the clay? The Soul subsides, and wickedly inclines To seem but mortal, ev’n in found Divines. 8.
8 On morning wings how active springs the Mind That leaves the load of yesterday behind? How easy ev'ry labour it pursues? How coming to the Poet ev'ry Muse?
NOTES. and judgment, has turned the ridicule, from the Doctrine, which he believed, upon those Preachers of it, whose feasts and compotations in Taverns did not edify him: and so has added surprizing humour and spirit to the easy elegance of the Original.
VER. 81. On morning wings etc.] Much happier and nobler than the original.