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THE

SEVENTH EPISTLE

OF THE

FIRST BOOK

OF

HO RA CE.

Imitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT,

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THE

SEVENTH EPISTLE

OF THE

FIRST BOOK

OF

HORA CE

Imitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT.

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I'S true, my Lord, I gave my word,
be with

you, June the third ;
Chang'd it to August, and (in short)
Have kept it

as you do at Court.

Uinque dies tibi pollicitus me rure futurum,

Sextilem tótum mendax défiderer. Atqui

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You humour me when I am fick,
Why not when I am fplenatick?
In town, what Objects could I meet ?
The shops shut up in every street,
And Fun'rals black'ning all the Doors,
And yet more melancholy Whores :
And what a dust in ev'ry place ?
And a thin Court that wants your Face,
And Fevers raging up and down,
And P-x and P ** both in town!

“ The Dog-days are no more the case."
'Tis true, but Winter comes apace :
Then fouthward let

your

Bard retire,
Hold out some months ?twixt San and Fire,
And you shall fee, the first warm Weather,
Me and the Butterflies together.

My Lord, your Favours well I know ; 'Tis with Distinction you bestow ;

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Si me vivere ois sanum refte que valentem,
Quam mibi das ægro, dabis ægrotare timenti,
Mecenas, veniam ; dum ficus prima calor que
Designatorem decorat lifloribus atris;
Dum pueris omnis pater & matercula pallet;
Oficiofaque fedulitas, & apella forenfis
Ädducit febres, & teftamenta resignat.

Quod fi bruma nives Albanis illinet agrif,
Ad mare descendet vates tuus, & fibi parcet,
Contractusque leget; te, dulcis amice, reviset
Cum Zephyris, fi concedes, & hirundine prima.
Non quo more pyris vesci Calaber jubet bojpes, ,

And

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