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o Cur alter fratrum ceffare, et ludere, et ungi Praeferat Herodis palmetis pinguibus; alter Dives et importunus, ad umbram lucis ab ortu Silvestrem fiammis et ferro mitiget agrum : Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum: NATURAE DEUS HUMANA E, mortalis in unumQuodque caput, vultu mutabilis, albus, et ater.

c Utar, et ex medico, quantum res pofcet, acervo Tollam : nec metuam, quid de me judicet haeres, Quod non plura datis invenerit. et tamen idem Scire volam, quantum fimplex hilarisque nepoti Discrepet, et quantum difcordet parcus avaro. Distat enim, fpargas tua prodigus, an neque fumtum

VER. 273. All Townshends Turnips ] Lord Townsend, Secretary of State to George the First and Second--When this great Statesman retired from business, he amused himself in Husbandry; and was particularly fond of that kind of rural improvement which arises from Turnips; it was the favourite subject of his conversation.

VER. 277. fly, like Oglethorpe,] Employed in settling the Colony of Georgia.

VER. 280. That God of Nature, etc.] Here our Poet had an opportunity of illustrating his own Philosophy ; and thereby giving a much better sense to his Original; and correcting both the naturalism and the fate of Horace, which are covertly conveyed in these words,

b Talk what you will of Taste, my friend, you'll

find, Two of a face, as soon as of a mind. Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one

270 Plows, burns, manures, and toils from sun to sun; The other flights, for women, sports, and wines, All Townshend's Turnips, and all Grovenor's mines : Why one like Bum with pay and scorn content, Bows and votes on, in Court and Parliament; 25 One, driv'n by strong Benevolence of soul, Shall Ay, like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole : Is known alone to that Directing Pow'r, Who forms the Genius in the natal hour; That God of Nature, who, within us still, 280 Inclines our action, not constrains our will, Various of temper, as of face or frame, Each individual : His great End the same.

c Yes, Sir, how small foever be my heap, A

part I will enjoy, as well as keep, 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.

Şcit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum,

NATURA E DEUS HUMAN A E. Ver. 288. But sure no statute] Alluding to the statutes made in England and Ireland, to regulate the Succession of Papists, etc.


Invitus facias, nec plura parare labores ;
Ac potius, puer at festis Quinquatribus olim,
Exiguo gratoque fruaris tempore maptim.

f Pauperies immunda procul procul abfit: ego, utrum

Nave ferar magna an parva ; ferar unus et idem.

Non agimur tumidis velis Aquilone fecundo :

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 isto

Cum vitio fugere ? caret tibi pectus inani

Ambitione ? caret mortis formidine et ira ?

Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, fagas,

Nocturnos lemures, portentaque Thessala rides?


• 312. Survey both worlds.] It is observable with what fobriety he has corrected the licentiousness of his Original, which made the expectation of another world a part of that superstition, he would explode ; whereas his Imitator is only for removing the false terrors from the world of spirits, such as the diablerie of witchcraft and purgatory,

Whether my

Tis one thing madly to disperse my store :
Another, not to heed to treasure more ;
Glad, like a Boy, to snatch the first good day,
And pleas'd, if fordid want be far away. 295
f What is’t to me (a passenger God wot)

vefsel be first-rate or not?
The ship itself may make a better figure,
But I that fail, am neither less nor bigger.
I neither ftrut with ev'ry fav’ring breath, 300
Nor strive with all the tempeft in my teeth.
In pow'r, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd
Behind the foremost, and before the last.

g" 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 faddens all ? With terrors round, can Reason hold her throne, 310 Despise the known, nor tremble at th' unknown? Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire, 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? 315

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Natales grate numeras ? ignoscis amicis ?

Lenior et melior fis accedente senecta ?

Quid te exemta levat fpinis de pluribus una ?

h Vivere fi re&te nefcis, decede peritis.

Lufifti fatis, edifti fatis, atque bibisti :

Tempus abire tibi eft : ne potum largius aequo

Rideat, et pulset lasciva decentius aetas.

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