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If true, a owoful likeness; and if lyes,
" Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise :"
Well

may he p blush, who gives it, or receives ; And when I flatter, let my dirty leaves

415 (Like 9 Journals, Odes, and such forgotten things As Eusden, Philip, Settle, writ of Kings) Cloath spice, line trunks, or flutt'ring in a row, Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho.

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NIN

Τ Η Ε

SECOND EPISTLE

OF THE

SECOND BOOK

OF

H OR A CE.

Ludentis speciem dabit, et torquebitur. HOR,

EPISTOL A II.

F

«Hic et

LORE, bono claroque fidelis amice Neroni,

b Si quis forte velit puerum tibi vendere natum Tibure vel Gabiis, et tecum sic agat : “ Candidus, et talos a vertice pulcher ad imos, “ Fiet eritque tuus nummorum millibus octo; “ Verna ministeriis ad nutus aptus heriles ; “ Litterulis Græcis imbutus, idoneus arti “ Cuilibet : argilla quidvis imitaberis uda :

Quin etiam canet indoctum, sed dulce bibenti. • Multa fidem promissa levant, ubi plenius aequo " Laudat venales, qui vult extrudere, merces. “ Res urget me nulla : meo sum pauper “ Nemo hoc mangonum faceret tibi : non temere a.

in aere.

me

Quivis ferret idem : femel hic ceffavit, et (ut fit) “ In scalis latuit metuens pendentis habenae : “ Des nummos, excepta nihil te si fuga laedit.

c Ille ferat pretium, poenae fecurus, opinor. Prudens emisti vitiosum : dicta tibi eft lex. Insequeris tamen hunc, et lite moraris iniqua.

VER. 4. This Lad, Sir, is of Blois :) A Town in Beauce, where the French tongue is spoken in great purity.

EPIST LE II.

DEAR

EAR Col’nel, Cobham's and your country's

Friend!
You love a Verse, take such as I can send.

A Frenchman comes, presents you with his Boy,
Bows and begins—“This Lad, Sir, is of Blois :
“ Observe his shape how clean ! his locks how curld!

My only fon, I'd have him see the world : « His French is

pure ;
his Voice too-you

shall hear. “Sir, he's your slave, for twenty pound a year. “ Mere wax as yet, you fashion him with ease, “ Your Barber, Cook, Upholst'rer, what you please : " A perfect genius at an Op'ra-fonga « To say too much, might do my “ Take him with all his virtues, on my word ; “ His whole ambition was to serve a Lord: “ But, Sir, to you, with what I would not part? 15 “ Tho 'faith, I fear, 'twill break his Mother's heart. “ Once (and but once) I caught him in a lye, “ And then, unwhipp'd, he had the grace to cry: “ The fault he has I fairly shall reveal, " (Could you o'erlook but that) it is to steal.

If, after this, you took the graceless lad Could you complain, my Friend, he prov'd so bad ?

II

honour wrong.

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