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Our Gen’rals now, 4 re

retir'd to their Eftates,
Hang their old Trophies o’er the Garden gates,
In Life's cool Evening fatiate of Applause,
Nor 5 fond of bleeding, ev'n in BRUNSWICK's cause.

6 A Voice there is, that whispers in my ear, ('Tis Reason's voice, which sometimes one can hear) "Friend Pope! be prudent, let your 7 Mufe take breath, “ And never gallop Pegasus to death ; “ Left ftiff, and stately, void of fire or force, 15 “ You limp, like Blackmore, on a Lord Mayor's horse."

Farewelf then 8 Verse; and Love, and ev'ry Toy, The Rhymes and Rattles of the Man or Boy, What 9 right, what true, what fit we justly call, Let this be all my care for this is All : To lay this 10 harvest up, and hoard with halte What ev'ry day will want, and most, the last.

But ask not, to what 11 Doctors I apply? Sworn to no Master, of no Sect am I : As drives the 12 storm, at any daor I knock, 25 And house with Montagne now, or now with Locke.

20

Ne populum 5 extremá, toties, exoret arena,

16 EA mibi, purgatam crebro qui per fonet aurem ;
“ Solve 7 fenefcentem mature fanns equum, ne
" Peccet ad extremum ridendus, & ilia ducat."

Nurc itaque, & 8 versus, & cætera ludicra pono,
Quid 9 verum atque decens, curo & rogo, & omnis in
10 Condo & comporio quæ mox depromere polim.
Ai ne forte roges, 11 quo me duce, quo

Lare tuter? Nullius addi&tus jurare in verba Magistri, 12 Quo me cunque rapit tempestas, deferor Hofpes.

Som

hoc fumi.

Sometimes a 13 Patriot, active in debate,
Mix with the World, and battle for the State,
Free as young Lyttelton, her Cause pursue,
Still true to Virtue, 14 and as warın as true : 30
Sometimes, with Aristippus, or St. Paul,
Indulge my candor, and grow all to all ;
Back to my 15 native Moderation slide,
And win my way by yielding to the tyde.

16 Long, as to him who works for debt, the Day,
Long as the Night to her whose Love's away, 36
Long as the Year's dull circle seems to run,
When the brisk Minor pants for twenty-one ;
So flow th' 17 unprofitable moments roll,
That lock up all the Functions of my

soul

40 That keep me from myself; and flill delay Life's instant business to a future day: That 18 task, which as we follow, or despise, The eldest is a fool, the youngest wise,

;

Nunc agilis fic, & mer for 13 civilibus undis,
Virtutis veræ cuftos, 14 rigidusque satellcs.
Nunc in * Ariflippi 15 furtim præcepta iclabor,
Et mihi res, non me rebus, submittere conor.

16 Ut nox longa quibus mentitur amica, diesque
Longa videtur opus debentibus, ut piger annus
Pupillis, quos dura premit custodia matrum :
Sic mihi tarda 17 fluunt ingrataque tempora, que fpem
Confilium morantur agendi gnaviter 18 id, quod

Which

* Omnis Aristippum decuit color, & status, & rcs.

Which done, the poorest can no wants endure,

45 And which not done, the richest must be poor.

19 Late as it is, I put myself to school, And feel some 20 comfort, not to be a fool. 21 Weak tho’I am of Jimb, and short of fight, Far from a Lynx, and not a Giant quite ; 50 I'll do what Mead and Cheselden advise, To keep these limbs, and to preserve these eyes. Not to 22 go back, is somewhat to advance, And men must walk at least before they dance.

Say, does thy 23 blood rebel, thy bosom move 55 With wretched Av'rice, or as wretched Love? Know, there are Words, and Spells, which can controll (24 Between the Fits) this fever of the soul : Know, there are Rhymes, which (25 fresh and fresh apWill cure the arrane’ft Puppy of his Pride. [ply'd)

Æque pauperibus prodeft. locupletibus æque, £que negle&tum pueris, fenibusque nocebit. 19 Restat, ut his ego me ipse regem, 20 folerque, Ele

mentis.
21 Non polis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus,
Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus inungi:
Nec, guia desperes invi&ti membra Glyconis,
Nodosâ corpus nolis prohibere chiragrå.
Eft quâdam prodire 22 tenus, fi non datur ultra.

23 Fervet Avaritia, miseroque Cupidine peetus?
Sunt verba & voces, quibus hunc lenire dolorem
Polis, & 24 magnam morbi deponere partem.
Laudis amore tumes? sunt 25 certa piacula, quæ te
Ter paure lecto poterunt recreare libello.

Be

Be 26 furious, envious, flothful, mad or drunk,
27 Slave to a Wife, or Vassal to a Punk,
A Switz, a High-dutch, or a Low-datch 28 Bear;
All that we ak is but a patient Ear.

29 'Tis the first Virtue, Vices to abhor ; 65
And the first Wisdom, to be Fool no more.
But to the world, no 30 bugbear is so great,
As want of figure, and a small Estate.
To either India see the Merchant fly,
Scar'd at the spectre of pale Poverty!

70 See him, with pains of body, pangs of foul, Burn through the Tropic, freeze beneath the Pole! Wilt thou do nothing for a nobler end, Nothing, to make Philosophy thy friend? To stop thy foolish views, thy long desires, 75 And

32 ease thy heart of all that it admires ?

26 Ingidus, iracundus, iners, vinojus, 27 Amator, Nemo 28 adeo ferus eft ut non mitefcere poffit, Si modo culture patientem commodet auren.

29 Virtus eft vitium fugere, & Sapientia prima Swltitia caruiffe

Vides, quæ 30 maxima credis Eje mala, exiguum cenfum, turpem que repulfam, Quanto devites animi, capitisque labore? Impiger extremos curris mercator ad Indos, Per 31 mare Pauperiem fugiens, per faxa, per ignes: Ne cares 32 ea que ftulte miraris & optas Discere, & audire, & meliori credere non ris? **

Here

80

Here, Wisdom calls : 33“Seek Virtue first! be bold! “ As Gold to Silver,' Virtue is to Gold.” There, London's voice : 34 “Get Mony, Mony still! " And then let Virtue follow if she will.” This, this the faving doctrine, preach'd to all, From 3; low St. James's up to high St. Paul ; From him whole 36 quills stand quiver'd at his car, To him who notches Sticks at Westminster.

BARNARD in 37 spirit, sense, and truth abounds. 85

Pray then what wants he?" fourscore thousand
A Pension, or such Harness for a slave '[pounds,
As Bug now has, and Dorimant would have.
Barnard, thou art a 38 Cit, with all thy worth ;
But wretched Bus, His Honour, and so forth. 90

Yet ev'ry 39 child another song will sing,
" Virtue, brave boys ! 'tis Virtue makes a King.”
True, conscious Honour is to feel no sin,
He's arm'd without that's innocent within ;

33 Vilius argentum est auro, virtutibus aurum

34 O cives, cives ! quæ renda Pecunia primam est, “ Virtus post nummos - Hæc 35 Janus summus ab imo Prodocet: hec recinunt juvenes diétata, fenesque, 36 Lero suspensi loculos tabulamque lacerto.

Ef 37 animus tibi, funt mores, eft lingua, fidefque Si quadringentis Jex, septem millia defint, 38 Plebs eris.

39 At pueri ludentes, • Rex eris (aiunt)

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