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Refpondit, referam: Quia me veftigia terrent Omnia te adverfum fpectantia, nulla retrorfum. Bellua multorum eft capitum. nam quid fequar, aut quem?

Pars hominum geftit 'conducere publica: funt qui

Cruftis et pomis viduas venentur avaras, Excipiantque fenes, quos in vivaria mittant:

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Efto, aliis alios rebus ftudiifque teneri:

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VER. 117. Full many a Beast goes in, but none come out.] This Expreffion is ufed for the joke's fake; but it hurts his moral; which is, that they come out brafts. He should here have ftuck to the terms of his Original, veftigia omnia te adverfum fpectantia.

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

VER. 126. Their Country's Wealth our mightier Mifers 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 Miniftry it having been found, on trial, that the wisest and most virtuous citizen of this or any other Age, with every requisite talent in fuch matters, and fupported by


"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 fend 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 fo little what to do? Alike in nothing but one Luft of Gold, Just half the land would buy, and half be fold: 125 Their Country's Wealth our mightier Mifers



Or cross, to plunder Provinces, the Main;
The reft, fome farm the Poor-box, fome the Pews;
Some keep Affemblies, and would keep the Stews;
Some with fat Bucks on childlefs Dotards fawn;
Some win rich Widows by their Chine and
Brawn ;
While with the filent growth of ten per cent,
In dirt and darknefs, hundreds stink content.

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


all the weight an honest administration could afford him, was, they fay, unable to abolish this inveterate mystery of iniquity.

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Nullus in orbe finus Baiis praelucet amoenis,

Si dixit dives; lacus et mare fentit amorem
Feftinantis heri: cui fi 'vitiofa libido
Fecerit aufpicium; cras ferramenta Teanum
Tolletis, fabri. *lectus genialis in aula est?
Nil ait effe prius, melius nil coelibe vita:
'Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis.

"Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? Quid "pauper? ride: mutat coenacula, lectos, Balnea, tonfores; conducto navigio aeque

Naufeat, ac locuples, quem ducit priva triremis,
Si curatus inaequali tonfore capillos
Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula pexae
Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar;




VER. 143. Now let fom' whimfy, &c.] This is very fpirited, but much inferior to the elegance of the Original,

“Cui fi vitiofa Libido "Fecerit aufpicium;"

which alluding to the religious manners of that time, no modern imitation can come up to.

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


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 'Dev'l within Which guides all those who know not what they mean,


But give the Knight (or give his Lady) fpleen; 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, whofe Wife elopes fome thrice a 150



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


They change their weekly Barber, weekly News, 155 Prefer a new Japanner to their fhoes, Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and run (They know not whither) in a Chaise and one; They hire their fculler, and when once aboard, Grow fick, and damn the climate----like a Lord. 160

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

Rides, quid, 'mea cum pugnat fententia fecum;

Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper


Aeftuat, et vitae difconvenit 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

Cùm fis, et prave fectum ftomacheris ob unguem,

De te pendentis, te refpicientis amici.


Ad fummam, fapiens uno minor eft Jove, dives, *Liber, honoratus," pulcher, 'rex denique regum,

Praecipue fanus, nifi cum pituita molesta est,


VER. 182. when plunder'd] 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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