Rofcius orabat fibi adeffes ad Puteal cras.
De re communi fcribae magna atque nova te
Orabant hodie meminiffes, Quinte, reverti.
Imprimat his cura Maecenas figna tabellis.
Dixeris, Experiar: Si vis, potes, addit; et inftat.
Septimus octavo propior jam fugerit annus,
Ex quo Maecenas me coepit habere fuorum
In numero: duntaxat ad hoc, quem tollere rheda
Vellet, iter faciens, et cui concredere nugas
Hoc genus, Hora quota eft? Threx eft Gallina
Syro par.
A hundred other Men's affairs,
Like bees, are humming in my ears.
"To-morrow my Appeal comes on,
Without your help the Caufe is gone---
The Duke expects my Lord and
About fome great Affair, at Two---
"Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind,
"To get my Warrant quickly fign'd:
"Confider, 'tis my first request.---
Be fatisfy'd, I'll do my best:----
Then presently he falls to teize,
you please, "I doubt not, if his Lordship knew--
"And, Mr. Dean, one word from you---
"Tis (let me fee) three years and more,
(October next it will be four)
Since HARLEY bid me firft attend,
And chose me for an humble friend
Would take me in his Coach to chat,
And question me of this and that;
As, What's o'clock?" And, "How's the Wind ?', "Who's Chariot's that we left behind?
Or gravely try to read the lines
Writ underneath the Country Signs;
Matutina parum cautos jam frigora mordent:
quae rimofa bene deponuntur in aure.
Per totum hoc tempus, subjectior in diem et horam
Invidiae nofter. ludos fpectaverit una :
Luferit in campo: Fortunae filius, omnes.
Frigidus a Roftris manat per compita rumor:
Quicunque obvius eft, me confulit; Obone (nam te
Scire, Deos quoniam propius contingis, oportet)
Num quid de Dacis audisti? Nil equidem. Ut tu
Semper eris derifor! At omnes Dî exagitent me,
Sic quicquam. Quid? militibus promiffa Triquetra
"Have you nothing new to-day
"From Pope, from Parnel, or from Gay?
Such tattle often entertains
My Lord and me as far as Stains,
As once a week we travel down
To Windfor, and again to Town,
Where all that passes, inter nos,
Might be proclaim'd at Charing-Crofs.
Yet fome I know with envy fwell,
Because they see me us'd fo well:
"How think you of our Friend the Dean?
" I wonder what fome people mean;
My Lord and he are grown fo great,
Always together, tête à tête,
What, they admire him for his jokes---
"See but the fortune of fome Folks!
There flies about a ftrange report
Of some express arrived at Court;
I'm stopp'd by all the fools I meet,
And catechis'd in every street.
You, Mr. Dean, frequent the Great 3
"Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat?
"Or do the Prints and Papers lye?
Faith, Sir, you know as much as I.
Praedia Caefar, an est Itala tellure daturus?
Jurantem me fcire nihil miratur, ut unum
Scilicet egregii mortalem altique filentî.
Perditur haec inter mifero lux; non fine votis, O rus, quando ego te afpiciam? quandoque licebit, Nunc veterum libris,, nunc fomno et inertibus horis,
Ducere folicitac jucunda oblivia vitae ?
O quando faba Pythagorae cognata, fimulque
Uncta fatis pingui ponentur olufcula lardo?
O noctes coenaeque Deûm! quibus ipfe meique,
Ante Larem proprium vefcor, vernafque procaces
Pafco libatis dapibus: cum, ut cuique libido eft,
Siccat inaequales calices conviva, folutus
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