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Their Schemes of Spite the Poet's Foes dismiss,
This Night our Wit, the pert Apprentice cries,
(a) THO' Grief and Fondness in my Breast
rebel, When injur'd THALES bids the Town farewell, Yet ftill my calmer Thoughts his Choice commend, I praise the Hermit, but regret the Friend, Who now resolves from Vice, and LONDON far, To breathe in distant Fields a purer Air, And, fix'd on Cambria's folitary Shore, Give to St. David one true Briton more.
:: ::JUV. SAT. III.
(a) Quamvis digressu veteris confusus amici; Laude, tamen, vacuis quod fedem figere Cumis Destinet, atque unum civem donare Sibylla.
(3) For who wou'd leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's
Land, Or change the Rocks of Scotland for the Strand? There none are swept by sudden Fate away, But all whom Hunger spares, with Age decay: Here Malice, Rapine, Accident, conspire, And now a Rabble rages, now a Fire; Their Ambush here relentless Ruffians lay, i And here the fell Attorney prowls for Prey; . . Here falling Houses thunder on your Head, And here a female Atheist talks you dead. (c) While THALES waits the Wherry that con
A transient Calm the happy Scenes bestow,
(6) ---- Ego vel Prochytam præpona Suburre,
t Queen Elizaberb born at Greerzich.
(d) Since Worth, he cries, in these degen’rate Days
(8) Let such raise Pålaces, and Manors buy, Collect a Tax, or farm a Lottery,
(d) Hic tunc Umbricius : Quando artibus, inquit, honeftis Nullus in urbe locis, nulla emolumenta laborum, Res hodie minor eft, heri quam fuit, atque eadem cras Deteret exiguis aliquid: proponimus illuc Tre, fatigatas ubi Dædalus exuit alas, Dum jlova canities -..... (e) ---et pedibus me Porto mcis, nullo dextram srbeunte bacilio. () Cedomus patriâ : vivant Arturius istic Et Catulus : maneant qui nigrum in candida vertunt, (8) Queis facile eft ædem conducere, flumina, portus, Siccandam eluviem, portandum ad busta cadaver. --Munera nunc edunt.
With warbling Eunuchs fill a licens'd Stage,
hold ? What Check restrain your Thirst of Pow'r and
Gold ? Behold rebellious Virtue quite o’erthrown, Behold our Fame, our Wealth, our Lives your own.
To such, a groaning Nation's Spoils are giv'n, When public Crimes inflame the Wrath of Hear'n:(h) But what, my Friend, what Hope remains for me, Who start at Theft, and blush at Perjury? Who scarce forbear, tho’BRITAIN's Court he sing, To, pluck a titled Poet's borrow'd Wing; A Statesman's Logick unconvinc'd can hear, And dare to flumber o'er the Gazetteer ; Despise a Fool in half his Pension dress’d, And strive in vain to laugh at
H y 's Jeft. (i) Others with sofeer Smiles, and subtler Art, Can fap the Principles, or taint the Heart; With more Address a Lover's Note convey, Or bribe a Virgin's Innocence away. , Well may they rise, while I, wholé rustick Tongue Ne'er knew to puzzle Right, or varnish Wrong, Spurn’d as a Beggar, dreaded as Spy, Live unregarded, unlamented die.
(k) For what but social Guilt the Friend endears? Who shares Orgilio's Crimes, his Fortune shares.
(b) Quid Romæ faciam? mentiri nefcio : librum,