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Refpondits referam : Quia me vestigia corrent Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrorsum. Bellua multorum est capitum. nam quid sequar,

aut quem? Pars hominum gestit "conducere publica: funt qui

Crustis et pomis viduas venentur avaras, Excipiantque senes, quos in vivaria mittant: Multis occulto crescit res fenore. .

verum Esto, aliis alios rebus ftudiisque teneri : lidem eadem poffunt horam durare probantes?

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Ver. 117. Full many a Beast goes in, but none come but.) This Expression is used for the joke's fake; but it hurts his miral; which is, that they come out brafts. He should here have stuck to the terms of his Original, veftigia omnia te adverfum spectantia.

VER. 118. Adieu to Virtue, &c.] These two lines are inrended for the Moral of a Fable which needed no explaining; fo that they impair the grace of it; at best, as here applied, inferior to his Original. For Horace speaks of the common people, Popu.us Romanus, to whom one of Æsop's Fables was properly addressed : but this is too simple a method of conveying Truth to the well-drefjed Rabble of»St. James's.

Ver.126. Their Country's Wealth our mightier Misers drain,] The undertakers for advancing Loans to the Public, on the Funds. They have been commonly accused of making it a job. But in fo corrupt times, the fault is not always to be imputed to a Mioistry: it having been found, on trial, that the wiselt and most virtuous citizen of this or any other Age, with every requisite talent in such matters, and supported by

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“ Because I fee, by all the tracks about,
“ Full many a Beast goes in, but none come out.”
Adieu to Virtue, if you're once a Slave :
Send her to Court, you send her to her grave.

Well, if a King's a Lion, at the least
The People are a many-headed Beast:
Can they direct what measures to pursue,
Who know themselves so little what to do?
Alike in nothing but one Lust of Gold,
Just half the land would buy, and half befold: 125
Their Country's Wealth our mightier Misers

drain,
Or cross, to plunder Provinces, the Main ;
The rest, fomefarm the Poor-box, some the Pews;
Some keep Assemblies, and would keep the Stews;
Some with fat Bucks on childless Dotards fawn;
Some win rich Widows by their Chine and
Brawn;

131 While with the filent growth of ten per cent, In dirt and darknefs, hundreds stink content.

Of all these ways, if each 'pursues his own,
Satire, be kind, and let the wretch alone : 135
But shew me one who has it in his pow'r
To act consistent with himself an hour.

N o T E s. all the weight an honest administration could afford him, was, they say, unable to abolish this inveterate mystery of iniquity.

Nullus in orbe finus Baiis praelucet amoenis, Si dixit dives; "lacus et mare sentit amorem

Festinantis heri : cui fi ' vitiofa libido

Fecerit auspicium ; cras ferramenta Teanum
Tolletis, fabri. * lectus genialis in aula est?
Nil ait effe prius, melius nil coelibe vita :
Si non est, jurat bene solis esse maritis.

* Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo?

Quid "pauper? ride: mutat ocoenacula, lectos, Balnea, ' tonfores; conducto navigio aeque Nauseat, ac locuples, quem ducit priva triremis,

9 Si curatus inaequali tonsore capillos

Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula

pexae

Trita subest tunicae, vel fi toga disidet impar;

N O T E s.

VER. 143. Now let som» whimsy, &c.] This is very spirited, but much inferior to the elegance of the Original,

“ Cui si vitiofa Libido

“ Fecerit auspicium;" which alluding to the religious manners of that time, no modern imitation can come up to.

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Sir Job fail'd forth, the ev’ning bright and still,
No place on earth (he cry'd) like Greenwich

“ hill !”
*Up starts a Palace, lo, th' obedient base 140
Slopes at its foot, the woods its sides embrace,
The silver Thames reflects its marble face.
Now let some whimsy, or that 'Dev'l within
Which guides all those who know not what

they mean, But give the Knight (or give his Lady) spleen;

Away, away! take all your scaffolds down, 146 " For Snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in

“ Town. At am'rous Flavio is the stocken thrown? That

very night he longs to lie alone.
'The Fool, whose Wife elopes some thrice a
quarter,

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For matrimonial solace dies a martyr.
Did ever " Proteus, Merlin, any witch,
Transform themselves so strangely as the Rich?
Well, but the "Poor--The Poor have the same

itch;

They change their oweekly Barber, weekly
News,

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Prefer a new Japanner to their shoes,
Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and run
(They know not whither) in a Chaise and one;
They ' hire their sculler, and when once aboard,
Grow fick, and damn the climate----like a
Lord.

160 You laugh, half Beau, half Sloven if I stand, My wig all powder, and all snuff my band;

Rides, quid, 'mea cum pugnat fententia fecum;

Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omisit;

Aestuat, et vitae disconvenit ordine toto;

* Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ?

" Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides,

Nec " medici credis, nec curatoris egere

A praetore dati; rerum * tutela mearum

Cum sis, et prave sectum stomacheris ob unguem,

De te pendentis, te refpicientis 'amici.

Ad fummam, sapiens uno'minor eft fove, dives,

* Liber,'honoratus, pulcher, ‘rex denique regum;

Praecipue sanus, 'nisi cum pituita molesta eft,

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VER. 182. when plunderd] i. e. By the Public; which has rarely her revenge on her plunderers; and when she has, more rarely knows how to use it.

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