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The fober Trader at a tatter'd Cloak
Wakes from his Dream, and labours for a Joke ;
With brikker Air the filken Courtiers

gaze, And turn the varied Taunt a thousand Ways. (a) of all the Griefs that harrass the Distress’d, Sure the most bitter is a scornful Jeft ; Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous Heart, Than when a Blockhead's Insult points the Dart.

(b) Has Heaven reserv'd, in Pity to the Poor, No pathlefs Wafte, or undiscover Shore? No secret Island in the boundless Main? No peaceful Desart, yet unclaim’d by SPAIN? Quick let us rise, the happy Seats explore, And bear Oppression's Infolence no more. This mournful Truth is ev'ry where confess'd, (c) Slow rises WORTH, BY POVERTY DEPRESS'D : But here more flow, where all are Slaves to Gold, Where Looks are Merchandise, and Smiles are fold, Where won by Bribes, by Flatteries implor’d, The Groom retails the Favours of his Lord. [Cries

But hark! th' affrighted Crowd's tumultuous Roll through the Streets, and thunder to the Skies: Rais'd from some pleasing Dream of Wealth and Pow'r, Some pompous Palace, or some blissful Bow'r, Aghaft you start, and scarce with aching Sight Sustain th' approaching Fire's tremenduous Light :

(a) Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in se,
Quam quod ridiculous homines facit.

Agmine facto
Debucrant clim tenues migralle Quirities.
(c) Haud facile emergunt, quorum virtutibus obftat
Res angusła domi. Sed Romæ durior illis

Cum pretio
Cogimur, & cultis augere peculia servis.

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Swift from pursuing Horrors take your Way,
And leave your little ALL to Flames a Prey;
(d) Then thro' the World a wretched Vagrant roam,
For where can starving Merit find a Home ?
In vain your mournful Narrative disclose,
While all neglect, and most infult your Woes.
(e) Should Heaven's just Bolts Orgilio's Wealth con-
And spread his flaming Palace on the Ground, [found,
Swift o'er the Land the dismal Rumour flies,
And publick Mournings pacify the Skies ;
The laureat Tribe in fervile Verse relate,
How Virtue wars with persecuting Fate;
(f) With well-feign’d Gratitude the penfion'd Band
Refund the Plunder of the beggar'd Land.
See! while he builds, the gaudy Vassals come,
And crowd with sudden Wealth the rising Dome ;
The Price of Boroughs and of Souls restore,
And raise his Treasures higher than before:
Now bless’d with all the Baubles of the Great,
The polish'd Marble, and the shining Plate,
(8) Orgilio fees the golden Pile aspire,
And hopes from angry Hear'n another Fire.

(6) Could'st thou resign the Park and play content, For the fair Banks of Severn or of Trent:



Ultimus autem Ærumnæ cumulus, quod nudum, & fruftra rogantem Nemo cibo, nemo hofpitio, teEtoque juvabit. (e) Si magna Afturici cecidit domus, horrida mater, Pullati proceres. (f) Jam accurrit, qui marmora donet, Conferat impensas : hic, &c. Hic modum argenti. (g) ----; Meliora, ac plura reponit Perficus orborum lautissimus. (b) Si potes avelli Circensibus, optima Sore, Aut Frabrateriæ domus, aut Frusinone paratur,



There might'st thou find some elegant Retreat,
Some hireling Senator's deserted Seat;
And stretch thy Prospects o'er the smiling Land,
For less than rent the Dungeons of the Strand :
There prunethy Walks, support thy droopingFlow'rs,
Direct thy Rivulets, and twine thy Bow'rs ;
And, while thy Beds a cheap Repait afford,
Despise the Dainties of a venal Lord;
There ev'ry Bush with Nature's Mufick rings,
There ev'ry Breeze bears Health upon its Wings;
On all thy Hours Security shall smile,
And bless thy Evening Walk and Morning Toil.

Prepare for Death, if here at Night you roam, And sign your Will before you sup from Home.

(k) Some fiery Fop, with new Commisfion vain, Who sleeps on Brambles till he kills his Man ; Some frolick Drunkard, reeling from a Feast, Provokes a Broil, and stabs you for a Jeft.

(1) Yet ev'n these Heroes, mischievously gay, Lords of the Street, and Terrors of the Way; Flush'd as they are with Folly, Youth, and Wine, Their prudent Insults to the Poor confine ; Afar they mark the Flambeau's bright Approach, And shun the shining Train, and golden Coach.

(m) In

Quanti nunc tenebras unum conducis in annum.
Hortulus hic
Vive bidentis amans, & culti villicus horti,
Unde epulum poffis centum dare Pythagoræis.
(i) Poffis ignavus haberi,
Et fubiti cafus improvidus, ad cænam fi
Inteftatus eas.
(k) Ebrius, ac petulans, qui nullum forte cecidit,
Dat pænas, noétem patitur lugentis amicum
(1) Sed, quamvis improbus annis
Atque mero fervens, cavet hunc, quem coccina lana

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Vitari (m) In vain, these Dangers past, your Doors you And hope the balmy Blessings of Repose: [clofe, Cruel with Guilt, and daring with Despair, The Midnight Murd'rer bursts the faithlefs Bar ; Invades the sacred Hour of filent Reft, And plants, unseen, a Dagger in your Breaft.

(n) Scarce can our Fields (such Crowds at Tyburn With Hemp the Gallows and the Fleet supply. [die, Propose your Schemes, ye senatorian Band, Whose Ways and Means support the finking Land ; Left Ropes be wanting in the tempting Spring, To rig another Convoy for the K-g.

( ) A single Jail, in Alfred's golden Reign, Could Half the Nation's Criminals contain ; Fair Justice then, without Constraint ador'd, Held high the steady Scale, but deep'd the Sword; No Spies were paid, no special Juries known, Blest age! but ah! how diff'rent from our own!

(o) Much could I add, but fee the Boat at hand, The Tide retiring, calls me from the Land : (9) Farewel! - When Youth, and Health, and

Fortune spent,
Thou fly'st for Refuge to the Wilds of Kent ;


Vitari jubet, et comitum longissimus ordo : Multum præterea flammarum, atque ænea lampas. (m) Nec tamen hoc tantum metuas : nam qui spoliet te Non deerit: claufis domibus, &c. (n) Maximus in vinclis ferri modus : ut timeas ne Vomer deficiat, ne marra et farcula desint. (6) Felices proavorum atavos, felicia dicas Secula, qua quondam fub regibus atque tribunis Viderunt uno contentam carcere Romam. (9) His alias poteram, & plures fubne Etere caufas : Sed jumenta vocant. (8) Ergo vale nostri memor : & quoties te Roma tuo refici properantem reddet Aquinos,


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And tir'd like me, with Follies and with Crimes,
In angry Numbers warn'st succeeding Times ;
Then shall thy Friend, nor thou refuse his Aid,
Still Foe to Vice, forsake his Cambrian Shade ;
In Virtue's Cause once more forsake his Rage,
Thy Satire point, and animate thy Page.


quoque ad Eleusmam Cererem, veftramque Dianam Convelle a Cumis : satirarum ergo, ni pudet illas Adjutor gellidos veniam caligatus in agros.

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