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Vehemens et liquidus, puroque fimillimus amni,
Fundet opes, Latiumque beabit divite lingua:
Luxurianția compesçet: nimis afpera fano
Levabit cultu, virtute carentia tollet :
Ludentis speciem dabit, et torquebitur, ut qui
Nunc Satyrum, nunc agreftem Cyclopa movetur.
9 Praetulerim scriptor delirus inersque videri,
Dum mea dela tent mala me, vel denique fallant,
Quam fapere, et ringi. Fuit haud ignobilis Argis,
Qui se credebat miros audire tragoedos,
In vacuo laetus feffor plausorque theatro:
Caetera qui vitae servaret munia recto
More; bonus sane vicinus, amabiles hofpes,
Comis in uxorem ; poffet qui ignoscere fervis,
Et figno laefo non infanire lagenae :
Pellet qui rupem, et puteum vitare patentem.

Ver. 170. For Use will father what's beget by Sense) A very fine and happy. improvement on the expreffion, if not on the ibaugbt, of his original

VER. 184. There liv'd in primo Georgii, etc.] The imitation of this story of the Madman is as much fuperior to his original, in the fine and easy manner of telling, as that of Lucullus's Soldier comes short of it. It is true the turn Horace's madman took, agrees better with the subject of his Epiftle, which is Poetry; and doubtless there were other beauties in it, which time has




Or bid the new be English, ages hence, (For Use will father what's begot by Sense) 170 Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue; Prune the luxuriant, the uncouth refine, But show no mercy to an empty line: Then polith all, with so much life and ease, You think 'tis Nature, and a knack to pleasę: “ But ease in writing flows from Art, not chance; " As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

9 If such the plague and pains to write by rule, 180 Better (say I) be pleas'd, and play the fool; Call, if you will, bad rhyming a disease, It gives men happiness. or leaves them ease. There liv'd in primo Georgü (they record) A worthy member, no small fool, a Lord;

185 Who, tho' the House was up, delighted fate, Heard, noted, answer'd, as in full debate: In all but this, a man of sober life, Fond of his Friend, and civil to his Wife; Not quite a mad-man, tho' a pasty fell,

190 And much too wife to walk into a well,


deprived us of. For it is in poetry as in painting, the most delicate touches go forft; and, what is worse, they agree in this too, that they are last obferved. So that, what between time and ill taste, the greated beauties are the shortest lived.

Hic ubi cognatorum opibus curifque refectus,

Expulit elleboro morbum bilemque meraco,

Et redit ad sese: Pol me occidistis, amici,

Non servaftis, ait; cui sit extorta voluptas,

Et demtus per vim mentis gratiffimus error.

'Nimirum fapere eft abjectis utile nugis,

Et tempestivum pueris concedere ludum;

* Ac non verba fequi fidibus modulanda Latinis,

Sed verae numerosque modofque edifcere vitae.

Quocirca mecum loquor haec, tacitufque recordor;

*Si tibi nulla fitim finiret copia lymphae,

Narrares medicis : quod quanto plura parasti,

Tanto plura cupis, nulline faterier audes?




Him, the damn'd Doctors and his Friends immur'd, They bled, they cupp'd, they purg'd; in short, they

cur'd: Whereat the gentleman began to stareMy Friends ! he cry'd, p--x take you for your care! 195 That from a Patriot of diftinguish'd note, Have bled and purg'd me to a simple Vote. Well,on the whole, plain Prose must be


fate Wisdom (curse on it) will come soon or late. There is a time when Poets will grow dull : I'll e'en leave verses to the boys at school: To rules of Poetry no more confin'd, I learn to smooth and harmonize

my Mind, Teach ev'ry thought within its bounds to roll, And keep the equal measure of the Soul.

205 Soon as I enter at my country door, My mind resumes the thread it dropt before; Thoughts, which at Hyde park-corner I forgot, Meet and rejoin me, in the pensive Grot. There all alone, and compliments apart, I ask these fober questions of my heart.

* If, when the more you drink, the more you crave; You tell the Doctor ; when the more you have, The more you want, why not with equal ease Confess as well your Folly, as Disease ?

215 The heart resolves this matter in a trice, “ Men only feel the Smart, but not the Vice."

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"Si vulnus tibi monftrata radice vel herba Non fieret levius, fugeres radice vel herba Proficiente nihil curarier: audieras, cui Rem Da donarint, illi decedere pravam Stultitiam; et, cum fis nihilo fapientior, ex quo Plenior es, tamen uteris monitoribus ifdem?

At fi divitiae prudentem reddere poffent, Si cupidum timidumque minus te; nempe ruberes, Viveret in terris te fi quis avarior uno.

Si proprium eft, quod quis libra mercatus et aere

Quaedam (fi credis confultis) mancipat ufus :
Qui te pafcit ager, tuus eft ; et villicus Orbi,
Cum segetes occat tibi mox frumenta daturas,
To dominum

* das nummos; accipis uvam,
Pullos, ova, cadum temeti : nempe modo ifto
Paulatim mercaris agrum, fortaffe trecentis,
Aut etiam supra nummorum millibus emtum.
Quid refert, vivas numerato nuper, an elim?

VER. 218. When golden Angels, etc.] This illuftration is me happier than what is employed in his original; as by rails pecuniary ideas, it prepares the mind for that morality it i brought to illustrate,

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