But show me one who has it in his pow'r
To act confiftent with himself an hour.
Sir Job (2) fail'd forth, the ev'ning bright and
ftill,

"No place on earth (he cry'd) like Greenwichhill!"

(4) Up starts a palace, lo, th' obedient bafe 140 Slopes at its foot, the woods its fides embrace, The filver Thames reflects its marble face. Now let fome whimsy, or that (/) dev'l wit hin Which guides all those who know not what they mean,

But give the knight (or give his lady) fpleen; 145 "Away, away! take all your fcaffolds down, "For Snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in

"9 town."

At am'rous Flavio is the (m) stocking thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. (2) The fool, whofe wife elopes fome thrice a

quarter, For matrimonial folace dies a martyr.

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Iidem eadem poffunt horam durare probantes? (i) Nullus in orbe finus Baiis prælucet amœnis,

Si dixit dives; (k) lacus et mare fentit amorem
Feftinantis heri: cui fi (/) vitiofa libido
Fecerit aufpicium; cras ferramenta Teanum
Tolletis, fabri. (m) lectus genealis in aula est?
Nil ait effe prius, melius nil cœlibe vita:
(n) Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis.

Did

Did ever (0) Proteus, Merlin, any witch,
Transform themfelves fo ftrangely as the rich!
Well but the (p) poor---The poor have the fame
itch;

They change their (q) weekly Barber, weekly News,
Prefer a new japanner, to their shoes, 156
Discharge their garrets, move their beds, and run
(They know not whether) in a chaife and one;
They (r) hire their fculler, and when once aboard,
Grow fick, and damn the climate---like a lord. 160
(s) You laugh, half beau, half floven if I stand,
My wig all powder, and all fnuff my band;
You laugh, if coat and breeches ftrangely vary,
White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary!
But when (1) no prelate's lawn with hair-shirt lin'd,
Is half fo incoherent as my mind,
166
When (each opinion with the next at ftrife,
One (u) ebb and flow of follies all my life)
I (x) plant, root up; I build, and then confound;
Turn round to fquare, and square again to round;

(0) Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? Quid (p) pauper? ride: mutat (q) cœnacula, lectos, Balnea, (r) tonfores; conducto navigio æque Naufeat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis. (s) Si curatus inæquali tonfore capillos Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula nexæ Trita fubeft tunicæ, vel fi toga diffidet impar; Rides. quid, (t) mea cum pugnat fententia fecum; Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omifit; (u) Eftuat, et vitæ difconvenit ordine toto; (*) Diruit, ædificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ?

You

(y) You never change one muscle of your face, 171
You think this madness but a common cafe,
Nor (x) once to Chanc'ry, nor to Hale apply;
Yet hang your lip to see a seam awry !
Careless how ill I with myself agree,
Kind to my drefs, my figure, not to me.
Is this my (a) guide, philosopher, and friend?
This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend ;
Who ought to make me (what he can, or none)
That man divine whom Wisdom calls her own; 180
Great without title, without fortune blefs'd;
Rich (b) ev'n when plunder'd, (c) honour'd while
opprefs'd;

Lov'd (d) without youth, and follow'd without pow'r;

At home, tho' exil'd; (e) free, tho' in the Tower; In fhort, that reas'ning, high, immortal thing, 185 Juft (f) lefs than Jove, and (g) much above a king, Nay, half in heav'n---(b) except (what's mighty

odd)

A fit of vapours clouds this demigod ?

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(y) Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides,
Nec (x) medici credis, nec curatoris egere
A prætore dati; rerum (a) tutela mearum
Cum fis, et prave fectum ftomacheris ob unguem,
De te pendentis, te refpicientis amici.

Ad fummam, Japens uno (b) minor eft Jove, (c) dives,

(d) Liber, (e) honoratus, (f) pulcher, (g) rex denique regum ; Præcipue fanus, (b) nifi cum pituita molesta est.

THE

THE SIXTH

EPISTLE

Of the FIRST BOOK of

HORA CE.

EPISTLE VI.

To Mr MURRAY.

OT to admire, is all the art I know,

66

NOT

66 To make men happy, and to keep them fo." (Plain truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flow'rs of

fpeech,

So take it in the very words of Creech.)

(b) This vault of air, this congregated ball, Self-center'd Sun, and Stars that rife and fall,

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EPISTOLA VI.

IL admirari, prope res eft una, Numici,

facere et

(b) Hunc folem, et stellas, et decedentia certis

NOTES.

Ver. 4. Creech.] From whofe tranflation of Horace the two first lines are taken.

There

There are, my friend! whofe philofophic eyes.
Look thro', and truft the Ruler with his skies,
To him commit the hour, the day, the year,
And view (c) this dreadful all without a fear.
Admire we then what (d) earth's low entrails
hold,

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Arabian hores, or Indian feas infold;

All the mad trade of (e) fools and flaves for gold?,
Or (f) popularity? or ftars and ftrings?
The mob's applaufes, or the gifts of kings?
Say with what (g) eyes we ought at courts to gaze,
And pay
the great our homage of amaze?

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If weak the. (b) pleasure that from these can
fpring,

The fear to want them is as weak a thing:
Whether we dread, or whether we defire,
In either cafe, believe me, we admire;
Whether we (i) joy or grieve, the fame the curfe,
Surpris'd at better, or furpris'd at worse.
Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray
Th' unbalanc'd mind, and fnatch the man away; 25

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Tempora momentis, funt qui (c) formidine nulla Imbuti fpectent. (d) quid cenfes, munera terræ ? Quid, maris extremos Arabas (e) ditantis et Indos? Ludicra, quid, (f) plaufus, et amici dona Quiritis? Quo fpectanda modo, (g) quo fenfu credis et ore?

(b) Qui timet his adverfa, fere miratur eodem Quo cupiens pacto: pavor eft utrobique moleftus: Improvifa fimul fpecies exterret utrumque : (1) Gaudeat, an doleat; cupiat, metuatne; quid ad rem, Si, quidquid vidit melius pejufve sua spe,

For