When fervile Chaplains cry, that birth and place
Indue a Peer with honour, truth, and grace, 221
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, 226
A grain of courage, or a spark of fpirit,
The wifest 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 230 A Property, that's yours on which you live. Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford Their fruits to you, confeffes you its lord:

All Worldly's hens, nay partridge, fold to town,
His ven'fon too, a guinea makes your own: 235
He bought at thousands, what with better wit
You purchase as you want, and bit by bit;
Now, or long fince, what diff'rence will be found?
You pay a penny, and he paid a pound.

' Heathcote himself, and fuch large-acred men, Lords of fat E'fham, or of Lincoln fen,

241 Buy ev'ry stick of wood that lends them heat, Buy ev'ry Pullet they afford to eat.

NOTES.

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

Sed vocat ufque fuum, qua populus adfita certis Limitibus vicina refigit jurgia: tanquam

* 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, at haeres Haeredem alterius, velut unda fupervenit undam: Quid vici profunt, aut horrea? quidve Calabris.

Saltibus adjecti Lucani; fi metit Orcus

Grandia cum parvis, non exorabilis auro?

ว

Gemmas, marmor, ebur, Tyrrhena figilla,

tabellas,

Argentum, veftes Gaetulo murice tinctas,

Sunt qui non habeant; eft qui non curat habere.

NOTES.

VER. 248. hang in Fortune's pow'r-Lofe on the point of ev'ry wav'ring hour.] A modern idea (the magnetic needle) here fupplied the Imitator with expreffion much fuperior to his Original.

Yet these are Wights, who fondly call their own Half that the Dev'l o'erlooks from Lincoln town. The Laws of God, as well as of the land, 246 Abhor, a Perpetuity should stand:

Estates have wings, and hang in Fortune's pow'r "Loose on the point of ev'ry wav'ring hour, Ready, by force, or of your own accord, 250 By fale, at least by death, to change their lord. Man? and for ever? wretch! what wou'dst thou have?

Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave.
All vaft poffeffions (just the fame the cafe
Whether you
call them Villa, Park, or Chace) 255
Alas, my BATHURST! what will they avail?
Joint Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale,
Let rifing Granaries and Temples here,
There mingled farms and pyramids appear, .
Link towns to towns with avenues of oak, 260
Enclose whole downs in walls, 'tis all a joke!
Inexorable Death fhall levél all,

And trees, and ftones, and farms, and farmer fall.
*Gold, Silver, Iv'ry, Vafes fculptur'd high,
Paint, Marble, Gems, and robes of Persian dye, 265
There are who have not-and thank heav'n there

are,

Who, if they have not, think not worth their

care.

'Cur alter fratrum ceffare, et ludere, et ungi Pracferat Herodis palmetis pinguibus; alter Dives et importunus, ad umbram lucis ab ortu Silveftrem flammis et ferro mitiget agrum:

Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum: mortalis in

NATURAE DEUS HUMANAE,

unum

Quodque caput, vultu mutabilis, albus, et ater,

"Utar, et ex modico, quantum res pofcet, acervo Tollam: nec metuam, quid de me judicet haeres, Quod non plura datis invenerit. et tamen idem Scire volam, quantum fimplex hilarifque nepoti Difcrepet, et quantum difcordet parcus avaro.

NOTES.

VER. 273. All Townshend's Turnips,] Lord Townshend, Secretary of State to George the First and Second. When this great Statefman retired from bufinefs, he amufed himself in Husbandry; and was particularly fond of that kind of rural improvement which arifes from Turnips; it was the favourite fubject of his converfation.

VER. 277. fly, like Oglethorpe,] Employed in fettling the Colony of Georgia. P.

VER. 280 That God of Nature, &c.] Here our Poet had an opportunity of illuftrating his own Philosophy; and to giving a much better fenfe to his Original; and cor

'Talk what you will of Tafte, my friend,

you'll find

Two of a face, as foon as of a mind.

Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one 270 Plows, burns, manures, and toils from fun to fun; The other flights, for women, sports, and wines, All Townshend's Turnips, and all Grosvenor's

mines :

Why one like Bu- with pay and fcorn content,
Bows and votes on, in Court and Parliament;275
One, driv'n by ftrong Benevolence of foul,
Shall fly, like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole:
Is known alone to that Directing Pow'r,
Who forms the Genius in the natal hour;
That God of Nature, who, within us ftill, 280
Inclines our action, not constrains our will;
Various of temper, as of face or frame,
Each individual: His great End the fame.

с

Yes, Sir, how small foever be my heap,

A part I will enjoy, as well as keep.
My heir may figh, and think it want of

285

grace

A man fo poor would live without a place :

NOTES.

recting both the Naturalism and the Fate of Horace, which are covertly conveyed in thefe words,

"Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum,
"NATURAE DEUS HUMANAE."