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* Ad cafus dubios.fidet fibi certius ? hic, qui

Pluribus affuerit mentem corpusque fuperbum;

An qui contentas parvo metuensque futuri,

In pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello ?

Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus


Integris opibus novi non latius ufum,

Quam nunc "accisis. Videas, metato in agello,

Cum pecore et gratis, fortem mercede colonum,

Non ego, narrantem, temere edi luce profefta

Quidquam, praeter * olus fumosae. cum pede pernas

Ac mihi feu' longum poft tempus venerat hospes,

Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem

Vicinus; bene erat, non pifcibus urbe petitis,

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Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her

Prepares a dreadful jeft for all mankind.
And who stands fafest? tell me, is it he 125
That spreads and swells in puff Prosperity,
Or bleft with little, whose preventing care
In peace provides fit arms against a war?
"Thus Bethel spoke, who always speaks his thought,
And always thinks the very thing he ought: 130
His cqual mind I copy what I can,

And as I love, would imitate the Man.
In South-sea days not happier, when surmis'd
The Lord of Thousands, than if now" Excis'i;
In forest planted by a Father's hand,

Than in five acres now of rented land.
Content with little I can piddle here
On * brocoli and mutton, round the

But ' ancient friends (tho' poor, or out of play)
That touch


bell, I cannot turn away. 'Tis true, no 2 Turbots dignify my boards, But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords:




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Ac venerata, Ceres, ita culmo furgeret alto,

Explicuit vino contractae seria frontis.

Saeviat atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus ?

Quantum hinc imminuet! quanto aut ego parcius,

aut vos,

pueri, nituistis, ut huc Haza incala venit?

Nam propriae telluris herum natura, neque illum,

Nec me, nec quemquam ftatuit. nos expulit ille;

To Hounslow heath I point and Banfted-down, Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my

own: From


old walnut-tree a show'r shall fall; 145 And grapes, long ling'ring on my only wall, And, figs from standard and espalier join ; The dev'l is in



you cannot dine: Then chearful healths (your Miftress fall have place) And, what's more rare, a Poet shall say Grace. 150

Fortune not much of, humbling me can boast : Tho' double tax'd, how little have I lost? My Life's amusements have been just the same, Before, and after Standing Armies came. My lands are sold, my father's house is gone; 1;5 I'll hire another'ss is not that my own, And yours, my friends ? thro’ whose free-op'ning gate None comes too early, none departs too late ; (For I, who hold fage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.) 160 “Pray heav'n it last! (cries SWIFT !) as you go on; 66 I wish to God this house had been your own: “ Pity! to build, without a fon or wife: " Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life." Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one; 165 Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon ? What's d Property? dear Swift! you see it alter From you to me, from me to Peter Walter ;

Illum aut nequities aut' vafri infcitia juris,

Poftremum expellet certe vivacior beres.

Nunc ager Umbreni sub nomine, nuper Ofelli

Di&us erat: nulli proprius; sed cedit in usum

Nunc mihi, nunc alii. quocirca vivite fortes,

Fortiaque adverfis opponite pectora rebus.

VER. 177. proud Buckingham's etc.] Villers Duke of Buck. ingham.

VER. 179. Let lands and borfes etc.] The turn of his imitation,

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