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m Oldfield with more than Hårpy throat endu'd, 25
Cries “Send me, Gods! a whole Hog barbecu’d!”.
Oh blast it,," South-winds! till a stench exhale
Rank as the ripeness of a rabbit's tail.
By what Criterion do ye eat, d’ye think,
If this is priz'd for sweetness, that for stink? 30
When the tir'd glutton labours thro' a treat,
He finds no relish in the sweetest meat,
He calls for something bitter, something sour,
And the rich feast concludes extremely poor:
*Cheap eggs, and herbs, and olives still we see;
Thus much is left of old Simplicity!
p The Robin-red-breast till of late had rest,
And children sacred held a Martin's nest,
Till Becca-ficos fold fo dev'lish dear
To one that was, or would have been, a Peer.40
! Let me extol a Cat, on oysters fed,
I'll have a party at the Bedford-head;
Or ev'n to crack live Crawfish recommend;
I'd never doubt at Court to make a friend.

+ 'Tis yet in vain, I own, to keep a pother. 45 About one vice, and fall into the other :

NOTES. a hog roasted whole, stuffed with spice, and basted with Madera

P. VER. 27. Ob blast it, Scuth-winds ! ] This has not the force, nor gives us the pleasant allusion in the original, cuquite.

VER. 42. Bedford-head;] A famous Eating-house.
VER. 33. Or eu'n to crack live Crawfish

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Ac, nisi mutatum, parcit defundere vinum; et

Cujus odorem olei nequeas perferre (licebit
Ille repotia, natales, aliofque dierum


Festos albatus celebret) cornu ipse bilibri

Caulibus instillat, * veteris non parcus aceti.

Quali igitur victu fapiens utetur, et horum

Utrum imitabitur? hac urget lupus, hac canis, aiunt.

y Mundus erit, qua non offendat fordibus, atque


In neutram partem cultus miser. 2 Hic neque servis Albutî senis exemplo, dum munia didit,


Saevus erit; nec sic ut simplex Naevius, unetam

Convivis praebebit aquam: vitium hoc quoque


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Between Excess and Famine lies a mean;
Plain, but not fordid; tho'not splendid, clean.

* Avidien, or his Wife (no matter which,
For him you'll call a dog, and her a bitch) 50
Sell their presented partridges, and fruits,
And humbly live on rabbits and on roots :

One half-pint bottle serves them both to dine, And is at once their vinegar and wine. But on some wlucky day (as when they found 55 A loft Bank bill, or heard their Son was drown'd) At fuch a feast, *old vinegar to fpare, Ís what two souls so gen'rous cannot bear: Oyl, tho'it stink, they drop by drop impart, But fowse the cabbage with a bounteous heart. 60

" He knows to live, who keeps the middle state, And neither leans on this fide, nor on thats Nor a stops, for one bad cork, his butler's

pay, Swears, like Albutius, a good cook away; Nor lets, like Nævius, ev'ry error pass, 65 The musty wine, foul cloth, or greasy glass.





VER. 50. For him you'll call a dog, and her a bitch] Our Poet had the art of giving wit and dignity to his Billingsgate, which Horace seems not to have learnt.

'Accipe nunc, victus tenuis quae quantaque secum

Afferat. In primis valeas bene; nam variae res

Ut noceant homini, credas, memor illius escae,


Quae fimplex e olim tibi federit. at fimul assis

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NOTES. Ver. 79, 80. The Soul subfides, and wickedly inclines-To seem but mortal ev'n in found Divines.] Horace was an Epicurean, and laughed at the immortality of the soul. He therefore defcribes that languor of the mind proceeding from intemperance, on the idea, and in the Terms of Plato,

agit humo divinae particulam aurae. To this his ridicule is pointed. Our Poet, with more sobriety

*Now hear what blessingsTemperance can bring: (Thus said our Friend, and what he said I sing) First Health: The stomach (cramm’d from ev'ry

dish, A tomb of boild and roast, and flesh and fish, 70 Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar, And all the man is one intestine war) Remembers oft' the School-boy's simple fare, The temp'rate sleeps, and spirits light as air. 74

* How pale, each Worshipful and Rev'rend guest Rise from a Clergy, or a City feast! What life in all that ample body, fay? What heav'nly particle inspires the clay? The Soul subsides, and wickedly inclines To seem but mortal, ev'n in sound Divines. 80

- 3 On morning wings how active springs the Mind That leaves the load of yesterday behind ? How easy ev'ry labour it pursues? How coming to the Poet ev'ry Muse?

NOTES. and judgment, has turned the ridicule, from the Doctrine, which he believed, upon those Preachers of it, whose feasts and compotations in Taverns did not edify him: and so has added surprizing humour and spirit to the eafy elegance of the Original.

VER. 81. On morning wings etc.] Much happier and nobler than the original.

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