« ПретходнаНастави »
"Left ftiff, and stately, void of fire or force, "You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord Mayor's horse." Farewell then h Verfe, and Love, and every Toy, The Rhymes and Rattles of the Man or Boy; What i right, what true, what fit we justly call, Let this be all my care-for this is All: To lay this k harvest up, and hoard with haste, What every day will want, and most, the last.
But ask not, to what Doctors I apply?
Sworn to no Mafter, of no Sect am I :
As drives the m fterm, at any door I knock :
And house with Montagne now, or now with Locke, Sometimes a " Patriot, active in debate,'
Mix with the World, and battle for the State,
Still true to Virtue, ° and as warm as true:
Peccet ad extremum ridendus, et ilia ducat.
Nunc itaque et h verfus, et caetera ludicra pono:
* Condo, et compono, quae mox depromere poffim. Ac ne forte roges, 1 quo me duce, quo Lare tuter: Nullius addictus jurare in verba magiftri,
m Quo me cunque rapit tempeftas, deferor hofpes. Nunc agilis fio, et merfor n civilibus undis, Virtutis verae cuftos, o rigidufque fatelles :
Back to my P native Moderation flide,
And win my way by yielding to the tide.
9 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, 35 Long as the Night to her whofe Love's away, Long as the Year's dull circle feems to run, When the brisk Minor pants for twenty-one; So flow th' unprofitable moments roll,
That lock up all the Functions of my foul;
Which done, the pooreft can no wants endure;
And feel fome " comfort, not to be a fool.
w Weak though I am of limb, and short of sight, Far from a Lynx, and not a Giant quite :
Nunc in Ariftippi P furtim praecepta relabor
Reftat, ut his ego me ipfe regam " folerque elementis: #Non poffis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus ;
I'll do what Mead and Chefelden advise,
Say, does thy y blood rebel, thy bofom move With wretched Avarice, or as wretched Love? Know, there are Worlds, and Spells, which can control z Between the Fits this Fever of the foul:
Know, there are Rhymes, which a fresh and fresh apply'd Will cure the arrant'ft Puppy of his Pride.
Be b furious, envious, flothful, mad, or drunk, c Slave to a Wife, or Vaffal to a Punk,
A Switz, a High-dutch, or a Low-dutch & Bear;
e 'Tis the firft Virtue, Vices to abhor: And the first Wisdom, to be Fool no more.
Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus inungi:
y Fervet avaritia, miferoque cupidine pectus ?
b Invidus, iracundus, iners, vinofus, © amator; Nemod adeo ferus eft, ut non mitescere poffit, Si modo culturae patientem commodet aurem. ́e Virtus eft, vitium fugere; et fapientia prima,
But to the world no f bugbear is fo great,
As want of figure, and a small Estate.
To either India fee the Merchant fly,
See him, with pains of body, pangs of foul,
Burn through the Tropic, freeze beneath the Pole!
h Here Wisdom calls: "Seek Virtue first, be bold! "As Gold to Silver, Virtue is to Gold."
There, London's voice, k "Get Money, Money ftill! "And then let Virtue follow, if the will." This, this the faving doctrine, preach'd to all,
From low St. James's up to high St. Paul!
Stultitia caruiffe. vides, quae f maxima credis
Impiger extremos curris mercator ad Indos,
"i Vilius argentum eft auro, virtutibus aurum. ❝k O cives, cives! quaerenda pecunia primum eft; "Virtus poft nummos:" haec. Janus fummus ab imo
From him whofe m quills ftand quiver'd at his ear,
Barnard in fpirit, fenfe, and truth abounds;
"Pray then, what wants he?" Fourfcore thousand pounds;
A penfion, or fuch Harness for a flave
As Bug now has, and Dorimant would have.
Be this thy 9 Screen, and this thy Wall of Brafs;
r And say, to which fhall our applause belong,
Prodocet haec recinunt juvenes dictata fenefque, m Laevo fufpenfi loculos tabulamque lacerto.
Eft animus tibi, funt mores, eft lingua, fidefque ; Sed quadringentis fex feptem millia defint.
• Plebs eris. P at pueri ludentes, Rex eris, aiunt, Si recte facies. Hic 9 murus aheneus efto,
Nil confcire fibi, nulla pallefcere culpa.
r Rofcia, dic fodes, melior lex, an puerorum eft Naenia, quae regnum recte facientibus offert,
Curiis et decantata Camillis?