Hic ubi cognatorum opibus curifque refectus,

Expulit elleboro morbum bilemque meraco,

S

Et redit ad fefe: Pol me occidiftis, amici,

Non fervaftis, ait; cui fic extorta voluptas,

* Ac non verba fequi fidibus modulanda Latinis,

Sed verae numerofque modofque edifcere vitae.

Quocirca mecum loquor haec, tacitufque recordor

Si tibi nulla fitim finiret copia lymphae,

Narrares medicis: quod quanto plura parasti,

Him, the damn'd Doctors and his Friends immur'd,

They bled, they cupp'd, they purg'd; in short, they cur'd:

Whereat the gentleman began to ftare

My Friends? he cry'd, p-x take you for your care!
That from a Patriot of distinguish'd note,

Have bled and purg'd me to a fimple Vote.
"Well, on the whole, plain Profe must be my fate
Wisdom (curse on it) will come foon or late.
There is a time when Poets will grow dull:
I'll e'en leave verses to the boys at school :
To rules of Poetry no more confin’d,

I learn to fmooth and harmonize

my Mind,

Teach ev'ry thought within its bounds to roll,
And keep the equal measure of the Soul.

200

205

s Soon as I enter at my country door, My mind resumes the thread it dropt before; Thoughts, which at Hyde-park-corner I forgot, Meet and rejoin me, in the penfive Grot. There all alone, and compliments apart,

I ask these fober questions of my heart.

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210

If, when the more you drink, the more you crave, You tell the Doctor; when the more you have,

Tanto plura cupis, nulline faterier audes?

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Si vulnus tibi monftrata radice vel herba

Non fieret levius, fugeres radice vel herba
Proficiente nihil curarier: audieras, cui

Rem Dî donarint, illi decedere pravam
Stultitiam; et, cum fis nihilo fapientior, ex quo
Plenior es, tamen uteris monitoribus îfdem?
At fi divitiae prudentem reddere poffent,

Si cupidum timidumque minus te; nempe ruberes,
Viveret in terris te fi quis avarior uno.

W

Si proprium eft, quod quis libra mercatus et aere eft,

Quaedam (fi credis confultis) mancipat usus ;

Qui te pafcit ager, tuus eft; et villicus Orbî,

Cum fegetes occat tibi mox frumenta daturas,
Te dominum fentit.

NOTES.

VER. 218. When golden Angels, etc.] This illuftration is much happier than that employed in his original; as by raifing pecuniary ideas, it prepares the mind for that morality it is brought to illuftrate.

The more you want, why not with equal ease
Confefs as well your Folly, as Disease?

The heart refolves this matter in a trice,

215

"Men only feel the Smart, but not the Vice."

V

▾ When golden Angels cease to cure the Evil,
You give all royal Witchcraft to the Devil:
When fervile Chaplains cry, that birth and place
Indue a Peer with honour, truth, and
grace, 22
Look in that breast, most dirty D—! be fair,
Say, can you find out one fuch lodger there?
Yet ftill, not heeding what your heart can teach,
You go to church to hear these Flatt'rers preach.
Indeed, could wealth beftow or wit or merit,

A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit,
The wifeft man might blush, I must agree,

If D*** lov'd fixpence, more than he.

W

If there be truth in Law, and Ufe can give

A Property, that's yours on which you live.

Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford
Their fruits to you, confeffes you its lord:

NOTES.

231

VER. 220. When fervile Chaplains cry,] Dr. Ken-t. VER. 229. lov'd fixpence,] Avarice, and the contempt of it, is well expreffed in these words.

VER. 232. delightful Abs-court] A farm over-against Hampton-Court.

* das nummos; accipis uvam,

Pullos, ova, cadum temeti: nempe modo ifto
Paulatim mercaris agrum, fortaffe trecentis,
Aut etiam fupra nummorum millibus emtum.
Quid refert, vivas numerato nuper, an olim ?

> Emtor Aricini quondam, Veientis et arvi, Emtum coenat olus, quamvis aliter putat; emtis Sub noctem gelidam lignis calefactat ahenum. Sed vocat ufque fuum, qua populus adfita certis Limitibus vicina refigit jurgia: tanquam

z Sit proprium quidquam, puncto quod mobilis horae,

Nunc prece, nunc pretio, nunc vi, nunc morte fuprema,

Permutet dominos, et cedat in altera jura.

Sic, quia perpetuus nulli datur ufus, et haeres Haeredem alterius, velut unda fupervenit undam:

NOTES.

VER. 248. hang in Fortune's pow'r, Loofe on the point of ev'ry wav'ring hour] A modern idea (the magnetic needle) here