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Or, in a mortgage, prove a Lawyer's share;
Or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir ;

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Or in pure f equity (the case not clear)
The Chanc'ry takes your rents for twenty year :
At best, it falls to some & ungracious fon,
Who cries, “My father's damn'd, and all's my own.

Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford, Become the portion of a booby Lord; And Hemsley, once proud Buckingham's delight, Slides to a Scriv'ner or a city Knight. b Let lands and houses have what lords they will, Let Us be fix'd, and our own masters still. 18

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tation, in the concluding part, obliged him to diversify the sentiment. They are equally noble: but Horace's is exprelied with the greater force.

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THE

FIRST EPISTLE

OF THE

FIRST BOOK

OF

H OR A C E.

EPISTOLA I.

RIMA dicte mihi, fumma dicende camena,

PRIMA

b

Spectatum fatis, et donatum jam rude, quaeris,

Maecenas, iterum antiquo me includere ludo.

Non eadem eft aetas, non mens. - Veianius, armis

Herculis ad poftem fixis, latet abditus agro;

Ne populum o extrema toties exoret arena.

f Eft mihi purgatam crebro qui personet aurem;

Solve & fenefcentem mature fanus equum, ne:

Peccet ad extremum ridendus, et ilia ducat.

Nunc itaque et versus, et caetera ludicra pono :

Ver. 16. You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord Mayor's borfk.] The fame of this heavy Poet, however problematical elsewhere, was universally received in the City of London. His verfification is here exactly described : stiff, and not

EPIST LEI.

To L. BOLING BROKE.

Why b will

T. JOHN, whose love indulg'd my labours past,
Matures my present, and shall bound my

last !
you

break the Sabbath of my days ? Now fick alike of Envy and of Praise. Public too long, ah let me hide my Age!

5 See Modeft · Cibber now has left the Stage : Our Gen'rals now, d retired to their Estates, Hang their old Trophies o'er the Garden gates, In Life's cool Ev'ning satiate of Applause, Nor e fond of bleeding, ev’n in Brunswick's cause.

f A voice there is, that whispers in my ear, ('Tis Reason's voice, which sometimes one can hear) “ Friend Pope! be prudent, let your & Muse take

“ breath, " And never gallop Pegasus to death ; “ Left stiff, and stately, void of fire or force, 15 You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord ‘Mayor's

" horse.” Farewell then h Verse and Love, and ev'ry Toy, The Rhymes and Rattles of the Man or Boy;

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Irong; stately and yet dull, like the sober and Now-paced Animal generally employed to mount the Lord Mayor : and therefore here humorousy opposed to Pegasus,

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