But grave Epiftles, bringing Vice to light,

Such as a King might read, a Bishop write,
Such as Sir ROBERT would approve

F. Indeed?

The Cafe is alter'd-you may then proceed;

151

In fuch a cause the Plaintiff will be hifs'd, 155 My Lords the Judges laugh, and you're dismiss'd.

NOTES.

as approving them, he changes his note, and, in the language of old Plouden, owns, the Cafe is 'altered. Now was it not as natural, when Horace had given a hint that Augustus himself supported him, for Trebatius, a Court Advocate, who had been long a Client to him and his Uncle, to confefs the Cafe was altered?

THE

SECOND SATIRE

OF THE

SECOND BOOK

O F

HORACE.

SATIRA

II.

a

UAE virtus et quanta, boni, fit vivere

parvo,

(Nec meus hic fermo; fed quae praecepit Ofellus,

Rufticus, abnormis Sapiens, craffaque Minerva) Difcite, * non inter lances menfafque nitentes ;

e

Cum ftupet infanis acies fulgoribus, et cum
Acclinis falfis animus meliora recufat:

• Verum hic impranfi mecum difquirite. Cur hoc? Dicam, fi potero. male verum examinat omnis

Corruptus judex. Leporem fectatus, equove
Laffus ab indomito; vel (fi Romana fatigat
Militia affuetum graecari) seu pila velox,
Molliter aufterum ftudio fallente laborem;
Seu te difcus agit, pete cedentem aera disco :
Cum labor extulerit faftidia; ficcus, inanis,
Sperne cibum vilem: nifi Hymettia mella Falerno,
Ne biberis, diluta. i foris eft
promus, et atrum

NOTES.

VER. 5. a gilt Buffet's reflected pride Turns you from found Philofophy afide;] More forcibly and happily expreffed than the original, acclinis falfis; tho' that be very elegant.

SATIRE II.

To Mr. BETHEL.

WHAT, and how great, the Virtue and the Art

To live on little with a chearful heart;

(A doctrine fage, but truly none of mine)

C

Let's talk, my friends, but talk before we dine.

* Not when a gilt Buffet's reflected pride
Turns you from found Philosophy afide;
Not when from plate to plate your eyeballs roll,
And the brain dances to the mantling bowl.

Hear BETHEL's Sermon, one not vers'd in schools, But strong in sense, and wife without the rules. 10 h Go work, hunt, exercife! (he thus began) Then scorn a homely dinner, if you can.

i Your wine lock'd up, your Butler ftroll'd abroad, Or fish deny'd (the river yet unthaw'd)

NOTES.

VER. 9. BETHEL.] The fame to whom several of Mr. Pope's Letters are addreffed.