■ One half-pint bottle serves them both to dine, And is at once their vinegar and wine.

But on fome w lucky day (as when they found
A loft Bank bill, or heard their fon was drown'd)

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At fuch a feast, x old vinegar to spare,

Is what two fouls so generous cannot bear :

Oil, though it stink, they drop by drop impart,
But fowse the cabbage with a bounteous heart.

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y He knows to live, who keeps the middle state,

And neither leans on this fide, nor on that; Nor z stops, for one bad cork, his butler's pay, Swears, like Albutius, a good cook away; Nor lets, like a Nævius, every error pass, The mufty wine, foul cloth, or greasy glass. b Now hear what blessings Temperance can bring : (Thus faid our friend, and what he faid I fing)

u Ac, nisi mutatum, parcit defundere vinum; et
Cujus odorem olei nequeas perferre (licebit
Ille repotia, natales, aliofque dierum
w Festos albatus celebret) cornu ipse bilibri
Caulibus instillat veteris non parcus aceti.

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First

Quali igitur victu sapiens utetur, et horum Utrum imitabitur! hac urget lupus, hac canis, aiunt, y Mundus erit, qua non offendat fordibus, atque In neutram partem cultus mifer. Hic neque servis Albuti senis exemplo, dum munia didit, Saevus erit: nec fic ut fimplexa Naevius, unctam Convivis præbebit aquam: vitium hoc quoque magnum, b Accipe nunc, victus tenuis quae quantaque secum

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First Health: The stomach (cramm'd from every dish, A tomb of boil'd and roast, and flesh and fish, Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar, And all the man is one intestine war) Remembers oft d the School-boy's fimple fare, The temperate fleeps, and spirits light as air.

e How pale, each worshipful and Reverend guest 75 Rife from a Clergy, or a City feast! What life in all that ample body, fay? What heavenly particle inspires the clay ? The Soul subsides, and wickedly inclines To feem but mortal, ev'n in found Divines. f On morning wings how active springs the Mind That leaves the load of yesterday behind! How easy every labour it pursues ! How coming to the Poet every Muse!

Afferat. c In primis valeas bene; nam variae res
Ut noceant homini, credas, memor illius escae,
Quæ fimplex d olim tibi federit, at fimul affis
Miscueris elixa, fimul conchylia turdis;
Dulcia se in bilem vertent, stomachoque tumultum
Lenta feret pituita. Vides, ut pallidus omnis
Cœna defurgat dubia! quin corpus onustum
Hesternis vitiis animum quoque praegravat una,
Atque affigit humo divinae particulam aurae.

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f Alter, ubi dicto citius curata fopori Membra dedit, vegetus praefcripta ad munia furgit. g Hic tamen ad melius poterit transcurrere quondam; Sive diem festum rediens advexerit annus,

& Not but we may exceed, some holy time,
Or tir'd in search of Truth, or search of Rhyme;
İll health some just indulgence may engage;
And more the sickness of long life, Old Age;
► For fainting Age what cordial drop remains,
If our intemperate Youth the vessel drains ?

i Our fathers prais'd rank Ven'son. You suppose, Perhaps, young men ! our fathers had no nose. Not so: a Buck was then a week's repast, And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last; More pleas'd to keep it till their friends could come, Than eat the sweetest by themselves at home. * Why had not I in those good times my birth, Ere coxcomb pyes or coxcombs were on earth? Unworthy he, the voice of Fame to hear; 1 That sweetest music to an honest ear;

Seu recreare volet tenuatum corpus: ubique
Accedent anni, et tractari mollius aetas
Imbecilla volet. Tibi quidnam accedet ad istam,
Quam puer et validus praefumis, mollitiem; seu
Dura valetudo inciderit, seu tarda senectus ?

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i Rancidum aprum antiqui laudabant: non quia nasus Illis nullus erat! sed, credo, hac mente, quod hofpes Tardius adveniens vitiatum commodius, quam Integram edax dominus confumeret. k hos utinam inter Heroas natum tellus me prima tuliffet.

1 Das aliquid famae, quae carmine gratior aurem Occupet humanam? grandes rhombi, patinaeque Grande ferunt unam cum damno dedecus. adde

(For 'faith, Lord Fanny! you are in the wrong, The world's good word is better than a song) Who has not learn'd, m fresh sturgeon and ham-pye

Are no rewards for want, and infamy!

When Luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf,
Curs'd be thy n neighbours, thy trustees, thyself,

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To friends, to fortune, to mankind a shame,

Think how pofterity will treat thy name;

And buy a rope, that future times may tell
Thou hast at least bestow'd one penny well.

P "Right, cries his Lordship, for a rogue in need "To have a taste, is insolence indeed : " In me 'tis noble, suits my birth and state, " My wealth unwieldy, q and my heap too great." Then, like the Sun, let Bounty spread her ray,

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And shine that fuperfluity away.

Oh Impudence of wealth! with all thy store,
How dar'st thou let one worthy man be poor?

Shall

nIratum patruum, vicinos, te tibi iniquum, Et fruftra mortis cupidum, cum deerit egenti • As, laquei pretium.

P Jure, inquit, Trausius istis

Jugatur verbis: ego vectigalia magna,
Divitiasque habeo tribus amplas regibus. q Ergo,
Quod fuperat, non est melius quo infumere poffis?
Cur eget indignus quisquam, te divite? quare
Templa ruunt antiqui Deum ? cur improbe, carac
Non aliquid patriae tanto emetiris acervo?
Uni nimirum tibi recte semper erunt res!

Shall half the r new-built churches round thee fall?
Make Keys, build Bridges, or repair Whitehall : 120
Or to thy Country let that heap be lent,
As M**o's was, but not at five per cent.
Who thinks that fortune cannot change her mind,

Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind.
And who stands safest? tell me, is it he
That spreads and swells in puff'd Profperity,
Or blest with little, whose preventing care
In peace provides fit arms against a war?

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Thus BETHEL spoke, who always speaks his thought,

And always thinks the very thing he ought:
His equal mind I copy what I can,
And as I love, would imitate the Man.

In South-fea days not happier, when furmis'd
The Lord of thousands, than if now w Excis'd;

In forest planted by a Father's hand,
Than in five acres now of rented land.

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• O magnus pofthac inimicis rifus: uterne
t Ad cafus dubios fidet sibi certius! hic, qui
Pluribus affuêrit mentem corpufque fuperbum;
An qui contentus parvo metuensque futuri,
In pace, ut fapiens, aptarit idonea bello!

Content

■ Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus Ofellum Integris opibus novi non latius ufum, Quam nunc w accisis. Videas, metato in agello, Cum pecore et gnatis, fortem mercede colonum, Non ego, narrantem, temere edi luce profesta