Sir Job fail'd forth, the evening bright and still,
"No place on earth (he cry'd) like Greenwich hill!"
hUp ftarts a Palace, lo, th' obedient bafe

Slopes at its foot, the woods its fides embrace,
The filver Thames reflects its marble face.
Now let fome whimsey, or that Devil within

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Which guides all those who know not what they mean,
But give the Knight (or give his Lady) fpleen; 145
"Away, away! take all your scaffolds down,
"For Snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in Town."
At amorous Flavio is the k stocking thrown?

That very night he longs to lie alone.

I The Fool, whofe Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter,
For matrimonial folace dies a martyr.

Did ever m Proteus, Merlin, any witch,

Transform themselves fo ftrangely as the Rich?
Well, but the Poor-The Poor have the fame itch;
They change their weekly Barber, weekly News, 155
Prefer a new Japanner, to their shoes.

Discharge

g Nullus in orbe finus Baiis praelucet amoenis,
Si dixit dives; h lacus et mare fentit amorem
Feftinantis heri: cui fi i vitiofa libido
Fecerit aufpicium; cras ferramenta Teanum
Tolletis, fabri. k lectus genialis in aula est ?
Nil ait esse prius, melius nil coelibe vita :
1 Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis.

m Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo?
Quid pauper? ride; mutat coenacula, lectos,

CABO

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Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and run
(They know not whither) in a Chaife and one;
They p hire their fculler, and when once aboard,
Grow fick, and damn the climate-like a Lord.

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q You laugh, half Beau, half Sloven if I stand, My wig all powder, and all snuff my band; You laugh, if coat and breeches ftrangely vary, White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary! But when no Prelate's Lawn with hair-fhirt lin'd, 165 Is half fo incoherent as my Mind,

When (each opinion with the next at strife,

One s ebb and flow of Follies all my life)

It plant, root up; I build, and then confound;
Turn round to fquare, and square again to round; 170
"You never change one muscle of your face,
You think this Madness but a common case,
Nor w once to Chancery, nor to Hale apply;
Yet hang your lip, to fee a Seam awry !

Balnea, P tonfores; conducto navigio aeque Naufeat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis. q Si curatus inaequali tonfore capillos

Occurro ;

rides. fi forte fubucula pexae

Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar;
Rides. quid, mea cum pugnat fententia fecum;
Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omifit;
s Aeftuat, et vitae difconvenit ordine toto;
Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ?
u Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides,
Nec w medici credis, nec curatoris egere

Careless

Carelefs how ill I with myself agree,

Kind to my dress, my figure, not to Me.

X

Is this my x Guide, Philosopher, and Friend?

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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;
Great without Title, without Fortune blefs'd;
Richy ev'n when plunder'd, honour'd while opprefs'd;
Lov'd without youth, and follow'd without power;
At home, though exil'd, b free, though in the Tower;
In short, that reasoning, high, immortal Thing, 185
Juft less than Jove, and d much above a King,
Nay, half in heaven-e except (what's mighty odd)
A fit of Vapours clouds this Demy-god!

A praetore dati; rerum x tutela mearum
Cum fis, et prave fectum ftomacheris ob unguem,
De te pendentis, te refpicientis amici.

Ad fummam, fapiens uno minor eft Jove, dives, b Liber, z honoratus, a pulcher, d rex denique regum; Praecipue fanus, nifi cum pituita molesta est.

BOOK

BOOK I.

EPISTLE VI.

TO MR. MURRAY.

THIS Piece is the most finished of all his imitations, and executed in the high manner the Italian Painters call Con Amore. By which they mean, the exertion of that principle, which puts the faculties on the ftretch, and produces the fupreme degree of excellence. For the Poet had all the warmth of affection for the great Lawyer to whom it is addreffed: and, indeed, no man ever more deferved to have a Poet for his Friend. In the obtaining of which, as neither Vanity, Party, nor Fear, had any share: fo he supported his title to it by all the offices of true Friendship.

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OT to admire, is all the Art I know,

To make men happy, and to keep them fo." (Plain Truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flowers 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 rise and fall,

There

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EPISTOLA

VI.

IL admirari, prope res eft una, Numici, Solaque quae poffit facere et fervare beatum. b Hunc folem, et ftellas, et decedentia certis

There are, my Friend! whose philofophic eyes
Look through and trust the Ruler with his fkies,
To him commit the hour, the day, the year,
And view this dreadful All without a fear.

Admire we then what d Earth's low entrails hold,
Arabian fhores, or Indian feas infold;

All the mad trade of e Fools and Slaves for Gold?
Or f Popularity? or Stars and Strings?

The Mob's applaufes, or the gifts of Kings?
Say with what s eyes we ought at Courts to gaze,
And pay the Great our homage of Amaze?

h

If weak the pleasure that from these can spring,
The fear to want them is as weak a thing:
Whether we dread, or whether we desire,
In either cafe, believe me, we admire;

Whether we i joy or grieve, the fame the curse,
Surpriz'd at better, or furpriz'd at worse.
Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray

Th' unbalanc'd Mind, and fnatch the Man away;

Tempora momentis, funt qui formidine nulla
Imbuti fpectent. d quid cenfes, munera terrae ?
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?
h Qui timet his adverfa, fere miratur eodem
Quo cupiens pacto: pavor eft utrobique moleftus :
Improvifa fimul fpecies exterret utrumque :

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