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Why one like Bu--- with pay and scorn content,
e Yes, Sir, how small foever be my heap, A part I will enjoy, as well as keep.
285 My heir may figh, and think it want of grace A man so
poor would live without a place: But sure no statute in his favour says, How free, or frugal, I shall pass my days: I, who at some times spend, at others spare, 290 Divided between carelessness and care. 'Tis one thing madly to disperse my store; Another, not to heed to treasure more;
NOTES. both the naturalism and the fate of Horace, which are covertly conveyed in these words,
Ścit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum,
NATURAE DEUS HUMANAE. VER. 288. But sure no flatute] Alluding to the statutes made in England and Ireland, to regulate the Succession of Papists, etc.
Exiguo gratoque fruaris tempore raptim.
*Pauperies immunda procul proculabfit: ego, utrum
Nave ferar magna an parva ; ferar unus et idem.
Non agimur tumidis velis Aquilone secundo:
Non tamen adverfis aetatem ducimus Austris.
Viribus, ingenio, fpecie, virtute, loco, re,
Extremi primorum, extremis ufque priores.
Non es avarus: abi. quid? caetera jam fimul ifto
Cum vitio fugere? caret tibi pectus inani
Ambitione ? caret mortis formidine et ira?
Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, fagas,
Nocturnos lemures, portentaque Thessala rides?
Ver. 312. Survey both worlds,] It is observable with what sobriety he has corrected the licentiousness of his Original, which made the expectation of another world a part of that
Glad, like a Boy, to snatch the first good day, And pleas'd, if sordid want be far away. 295
* What is't to me (a passenger God wot) Whether
vefsel be first-rate or not? The Ship itself may inake a better figure, But I that fail, am neither less nor bigger. I neither strut with ev'ry fav’ring breath, 300 Nor strive with all the tempest in my teeth. In pow'r, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd Behind the foremost, and before the last.
& “ But why all this of Av'rice? I have none.' I wish you joy, Sir, of a Tyrant gone; 305 But does no other lord it at this hour, As wild and mad? the Avarice of pow'r? Does neither Rage inflame, nor Fear appall ? Not the black fear of death, that saddens all ? With terrors round, can Reason hold her throne, Despise the known, nor tremble at th’unknown? Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire,
312 In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire ? Pleas’d to look forward, pleas’d to look behind, And count each birth-day with a grateful mind?
NOTES. fuperstition, he would explode; whereas his limitator is only for removing the false terrors from the world of spirits, fuch as the diablerie of witchcraft and purgatory. Vol. IV.
Has life no fourness, drawn so near its end; 316
but melted the rough parts away, As winter-fruits
mild ere they decay? Or will you think, my friend, your business done, When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one?
Learn to live well, or fairly make You've play'd, and lov’d, and eat, and drank your
fill : Walk fober off; before a sprightlier age 324 Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage: Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, Whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please.