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? O magnus posthac inimicis risus ! uterne

u Ad casus dubios fidet fibi certius ? hic, qui

Pluribus affuerit mentem corpufque fuperbum;

An qui contentus parvo metuensque futuri,

In pace, ut fapiens, aptarit idonea bello?

w Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus


Integris opibus novi non latius usum,

Quam nunc * accifis. Videas, metato in agello,

Cum pecore et gnatis, fortem mercede colonum,

Non ego, narrantem, temere edi luce profesta

Quidquam, praeter Y olus fumosae cum pede pernae.

Ac mihi seu z longum poft tempus venerat hofpes,

Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem

Vicinus ; bene erat, non piscibus urbe petitis,

Sed pullo atque hcedo : tum a pensilis uva secundas

* Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her

mind, Prepares a dreadful jeft for all mankind. And u who stands fafest ? tell me, is it he 125 That spreads and swells in puffd Prosperity, Or bleft with little, whose preventing care In peace provides fit arms against a war? * Thus Bethelfpoke, who always speaks his thought, And always thinks the very thing he ought : 130 His equal mind I copy what I can, And as I love, would imitate the Man. In South-sea days not happier, when furmis'd The Lord of Thousands, than if

Excis'd; In forest planted by a Father's hand,

135 Than in five acres now of rented land. Content with little I can piddle here On y brocoli and mutton, round the year ; But ? ancient friends (tho' poor, or out of play) That touch my bell, I cannot turn away. 140 'Tis true, no a Turbots dignify my boards, But gudgeons, founders, what my Thames affords:



Et nux ornabat menfas, cum duplice ficu.

Poft hoc ludus erat


cuppa potare magistra:

Ac venerata Ceres, ita culmo surgeret alto,

Explicuit vino contractae seria frontis.

Saeviat atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus !

Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius,

aut vos,

O pueri, nituistis, ut hoc d novus incola venit ?

Nam e propriae telluris herum natura neque illum,

Nec me, nec quemquam ftatuit. nos expulit ille ;


To Hounslow heath I point and Bansted-down, Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my

own: From yon old walnut-tree a show'r shall fall;

145 And grapes, long ling'ring on my only wall, And figs from standard and espalier join ; The dev'l is in

you if you cannot dine : Then chearful healths (your Mistress shall have place) And, what's more rare, a Poet shall say Grace. 150

Fortune not much of humbling me can boast : Tho' double tax’d, how little have I lost? My Life's amusements have been just the same, Before, and after 4 Standing Armies came. My lands are sold, my father's house is gone ; 155 I'll hire another's; is not that my own, And yours, my friends ? thro’whose free-op’ning gate None comes too early, none departs too late ; (For I, who hold fage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.) 160

Pray heav'n it last! (cries Swift!) as you go on; " I wish to God this house had been your own : “ Pity! to build, without a son or wife;

Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life.” Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one, 165 Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon? What's c

Property ? dear Swift ! you see it aiter From you to me, from me to f Peter Walter;

Illum aut f nequities aut & vafri inscitia juris,

Poftremum expellet certe h vivacior heres.


Nunc ager Umbreni sub nomine, nuper Ofelli

Dictus erat : nulli proprius ; sed cedit in usum

Nanc mihi, nunc alii. « quocirca vivite fortes,

Fortiaque adversis opponite pectora rebus.

VER. 177. proud Buckingham's, etc.] Villiers Duke of Buckingham.

VER, 179. Let lands and bouses, etc.] The turn of hiş imi

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