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Did ever (0) Proteus, Merlin, any witch,
Transform themselves fo ftrangely as the rich!
Well but the (p) poor---The poor have the fame

itch;

They change their (9) weekly Barber, weekly News,
Prefer a new japanner, to their shoes, 156
Discharge their garrets, move their beds, and run
(They know not whether) in a chaise and one;
They (r) hire their fculler, and when once aboard,
Grow fick, and damn the climate---like a lord. 160
(s) You laugh, half beau, half floven if I stand,
My wig all powder, and all fnuff my band;
You laugh, if coat and breeches ftrangely vary,
White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary!
But when (t) no prelate's lawn with hair-shirt lin'd,
Is half fo incoherent as my mind,

When (each opinion with the next at ftrife,
One (u) ebb and flow of follies all my life)

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I (x) plant, root up; I build, and then confound; Turn round to fquare, and fquare again to round;

(0) Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? Quid (p) pauper? ride: mutat (q) cœnacula, lectos, Balnea, (r) tonfores; conducto navigio æque Naufeat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis. (s) Si curatus inæquali tonfore capillos Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula pexæ Trita fubeft tunicæ, vel fi toga diffidet impar; Rides. quid, (t) mea cum pugnat fententia fecum; Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omifit; (u) ftuat, et vitæ difconvenit ordine toto; (x) Diruit, ædificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ?

You

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(y) You never change one muscle of your face, 171
You think this madness but a common cafe,
Nor (2) once to Chanc'ry, nor to Hale apply;
Yet hang your lip to see a seam awry !
Careless how ill I with myself agree,
Kind to my drefs, my figure, not to me.
Is this my (a) guide, philofopher, and friend?
This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend;
Who ought to make me (what he can, or none)
That man divine whom Wisdom calls her own; 180
Great without title, without fortune bless'd;

Rich (b) ev'n when plunder'd, (c) honour'd while opprefs'd;

Lov'd (d) without youth, and follow'd without

pow'r;

At home, tho' exil'd; (e) free, tho' in the Tower; In fhort, that reas'ning, high, immortal thing, 185 Juft (f) lefs than Jove, and (g) much above a king, Nay, half in heav'n---(b) except (what's mighty odd)

A fit of vapours clouds this demigod ?

(y) Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides,
Nec (x) medici credis, nec curatoris egere
A prætore dati; rerum (a) tutela mearum
Cum fis, et prave fectum ftomacheris ob unguem,
De te pendentis, te refpicientis amici.

Ad fummam, Japens uno (b) minor eft Jove, (c) dives,

(d) Liber, (e) honoratus, (f) pulcher, (g) rex denique regum;

Præcipue fanus, (b) nifi cum pituita molesta est.

THE

THE SIXTH

EPISTLE

Of the FIRST BOOK of

HORA CE

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EPISTLE VI.

NOT

To Mr MURRAY.

TOT to admire, is all the art I know, Tomake men happy, and to keep them fo." (Plain truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flow'rs of fpeech,

So take it in the very words of Creech.)

(b) This vault of air, this congregated ball, Self-center'd Sun, and Stars that rife and fall,

EPISTOLA VI.

TIL admirari, prope res eft una, Numici, Solaque quæ poffit facere et fervare beatum. (b) Hunc folem, et ftellas, et decedentia certis

NOTES.

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Ver. 4. Creech.] From whofe tranflation of Horace the

two first lines are taken.

There

There are, my friend! whose philofophic eyes
Look thro', and truft the Ruler with his skies,
To him commit the hour, the day, the year,
And view (c) this dreadful all without a fear.
Admire we then what (d) earth's low entrails
hold,

Arabian hores, or Indian feas infold;

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All the mad trade of (e) fools and flaves for gold?,
Or (f) popularity? or ftars and ftrings?
The mob's applauses, or the gifts of kings?
Say with what (g) eyes we ought at courts to gaze,
And pay the great our homage of amaze?

If weak the (b) pleasure that from these can fpring,

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The fear to want them is as weak a thing:
Whether we dread, or whether we defire,
In either cafe, believe me, we admire ;
Whether we (i) joy or grieve, the fame the curfe,
Surpris'd at better, or furpris'd at worse.
Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray
Th' unbalanc'd mind, and snatch the man away; 25

Tempora momentis, funt qui (c) formidine nulla Imbuti fpectent. (d) quid cenfes, munera terræ ? Quid, maris extremos Arabas (e) ditantis et Indos? Ludicra, quid, (f) plaufus, et amici dona Quiritis? Quo fpectanda modo, (g) quo fenfu credis et ore?

(b) Qui timet his adverfa, fere miratur eodem Quo cupiens pacto: pavor eft utrobique moleftus: Improvifa fimul fpecies exterret utrumque : G) Gaudeat, an doleat; cupiat, metuatne; quid

ad rem,

Si, quidquid vidit melius pejufve fua fpe,

For

For (k) Virtue's felf may too much zeal be had; The worst of madmen is a faint run mad.

Go then, and if you can, admire the state Of beaming diamonds, and reflected plate; Procure a taste to double the surprise,

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And gaze on (m) Parian charms with learned eyes:
Be ftruck with bright (a) brocade, or Tyrian dye,
Our birth-day nobles' fplendid livery.

If not fo pleas'd, at (0) council-board rejoice,
To fee their judgments hang upon thy voice; 35
From (p) morn to night, at Senate, Rolls, and Hall,
Plead much, read more, dine late, or not at all.
But wherefore all this labour, all this ftrife?
For (q) fame, for riches, for a noble wife?
Shall (r) one whom nature, learning, birth conspir'd
To form, not to admire but he admir'd,
Sigh, while bis Chloe, blind to wit and worth,
Weds the rich dulnefs of fome fon of earth ?
Yet (s) time ennobles, or degrades each line;
It brighten'd CRAGGS', and may darken thine: 45

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Defixis oculis, animoque et corpore torpet? (k) Infani fapiens nomen ferat, æquus iniqui Ultra quam fatis eit, virtutem fi petit ipfam. (1) I nunc, argentum et marmor (m) vetus, æraq

et artes

Sufpice: cum gemmis (n) Tyrios mirare colores Gaude, quod fpectant oculi te (0) mille loquentem Gnavus (p) mane forum, et vefpertinus pete tectum; (9) Ne plus frumenti dotalibus emetat agris Mutus et (indignum; quod fit pejoribus ortus) (r) Hic tibi fit potius, quam tu mirabilis illi. (s) Quicquid fub terra eft, in apricum proferet ætas:

And

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