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And all who told it added fomething new, 470
When thus ripe lyes are to perfection fprung,
Around, a thousand winged wonders fly,
Born by the trumpet's blaft, and scatter'd thro' the fky.
There, at one paffage, oft you might furvey
A lye and truth contending for the way;
And long 'twas doubtful, both fo closely pent,
Infeparable now, the truth and lye;
The strict companions are for ever join'd,
And this or that unmix'd, no mortal e'er shall find.
While thus I ftood, intent to fee and hear,
One came, methought, and whisper'd in
my ear: What could thus high thy rash ambition raise? Art thou, fond youth, a candidate for praise? 500
'Tis true, faid I, not void of hopes I came, For who so fond as youthful bards of Fame? But few, alas! the cafual bleffing boast,
So hard to gain, so easy to be loft.
How vain that second life in others breath,
Th'eftate which wits inherit after death!
VER. 497. While thus I food, &c.] The hint is taken from a paffage in another part of the third book, but here more naturally made the conclufion, with the addition of a Moral to the whole. In Chaucer he only anfwers" he came to fee the place;" and the book ends abruptly, with his being furprized at the fight of a Man of great Authority, and awaking in a fright. P.
A lefing and a fad footh faw
And no man, be he ever fo wrothe,
Shall have one of these two, but bothe, etc. P.
Ease, health, and life, for this they must refign,
And all fuccessful, jealous friends at best.
But if the purchase costs so dear a price,
As foothing Folly, or exalting Vice:
Oh! if the Muse must flatter lawless fway,
And follow ftill where fortune leads the way;
But the fall'n ruins of another's fame;
Then teach me, heav'n! to fcorn the guilty bays,