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THE

SIXTH SATIRE

OF THE

SECOND BOOK

OF

HORACE.

The first part imitated in the Year 1714, by Dr. Swift; the latter Part now first added.

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SIXTH SATIRE

OF THE

SECOND BOOK

OF

HORACE

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'VE often wilh'd that I had clear

For life, fix hundred pounds a year,
A handsome House to lodge a Friend,
A River at my garden's end,
A Terras-walk, and half a Rood
Of Land, set out to plant a Wood.

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C erat in votis ; modus agri non ita magnus,

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Well, now I have all this and more, I ask not to encrease

my • But here a Grievance seems to lie, • All this is mine but till I die ;

I can't but think 'twou'd found more clever, • To ine and to my

Heirs for ever.
If I ne'er got or lost a groat,
By any Trick, or any Fault ;
' And if I pray by Reason's rules,
• And not like forty other Fools ;
• As thus, Vouchsafe, oh gracious Maker!
“ To grant me this and t'other Acre:
" Or if it be thy Will and Pleasure,
“ Direct my Plow to find a Treasure :"
• But only what my Station fits, ,

And to be kept in my right wits.
Preserve, Almighty Providence !
Just what you gave me, Competence :

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Dii melius fecere : bene eft: nil amplius oro,
Maia nate, nisi ut propria hæc mihi munera faxis.
Si neque majorem feci ratione mala rem,
Nec jum fa&turus vitio culpave minorem;
Si vcneror ftultus nibil horum ; O fi angulus ille
Proximus accedat. qui nunc denormat agellum !
O si urnam argenti fors.quæ mibi monfiret, ut illi,
Thesauro invento qui mercenarius agrum
Illum ipsum mercatus aravit, dives amico
Hercule! fi quod adeft,gratum juvat; bac prece te oro
Pingue pecus domino facius, & cætera, præter
Ingenium ; utque foles, custos mibi maximus adfis !

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* And let me in these shades compose

Something in Verse as true as Prose;
• Remov'd from all th’ Ambịtious Scene,
Nor puff’d by Pride, nor funk by Spleen.

In short, I'm perfectly content,
Let me but live on this side Trent ;
Nor cross the Channel twice a year,
To spend six months with Statesmen here.

I must by all means come to town,
'Tis for the service of the Crown.
« Lewis, the Dean will be of use,
sor Send for him

up,

take no excuse.
The toil, the danger of the Seas ;
Great Ministers ne'er think of these ;
Or let it cost five hundred pound,
No matter where the money's found ;
It is but so much more in debt,
And that they ne'er consider'd yet.

6 Good Mr. Dean go change your gown, « Let

my

Lord know you're come to town.

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Ergo ubi me in montes & in arcem ex urbe removi,
Quid prius illuftrem Satiris, Mufaque pedestri?
Nec mala me Ambitio perdit, nec plumbeus Aufter,
Autumnusque gravis, Libitinæ quæftus acerbæ.
Matutine pater, feu Jane libentius audis,
Unde bomines operum primos vitæque labores
Inftituunt (fic diis placitum) tu carminis esto
Principium Roma sponsorem me rapis : eja,
Ne prior officio quisquam refpondeat, urgue :

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