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Invitus facias, nec plura parare labores;
Ac potius, puer ut feftis Quinquatribus olim,
Pauperies immunda procul procul abfit: ego, utrum
* Non es avarus: abi. quid? caetera jam fimul isto Cum vitio fugere? caret tibi pectus inani Ambitione? caret mortis formidine et ira?
Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, fagas,
VER. 312. Survey both worlds,] It is obfervable with what fobriety he has corrected the licentioufness of his Original, which made the expectation of another world a part of that fuperftition, he would explode; whereas his Imitator is only for removing the falfe terrors from the world of fpirits, fuch as the diablerie of witchcraft and purgatory.
'Tis one thing madly to difperfe my store;
f What is't to me (a paffenger God wot)
"But why all this of Av'rice? I have none." I wish you joy, Sir, of a Tyrant gone; 305 But does no other lord it at this hour, As wild and mad? the Avarice of pow'r? Does neither Rage inflame, nor Fear appall? Not the black fear of death, that faddens all? With terrors round, can Reafon hold her throne, 31Q Defpife the known, nor tremble at th' unknown? Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire, In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire? Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind, And count each birth-day with a grateful mind? 315
Natales grate numeras? ignofcis amicis ?
Lenior et melior fis accedente fenecta?
Quid te exemta levat fpinis de pluribus una?
Vivere fi recte nefcis, decede peritis.
Lufifti fatis, edifti fatis, atque bibisti :
Tempus abire tibi cft: ne potum largius aequo
Rideat, et pulfet lafciva decentius aetas.
Has life no fournefs, drawn so near its end;
Can'ft thou endure a foe, forgive a friend?
Has but melted the rough parts away,
As winter-fruits grow mild ere they decay?
b Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;