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"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,
Free as young Lyttelton, her caufe pursue,


Still true to Virtue, ° and as warm as true:
Sometimes with Ariftippus, or St. Paul,
Indulge my candour, and grow all to all;


Peccet ad extremum ridendus, et ilia ducat.

Nunc itaque et h verfus, et caetera ludicra pono:
Quid i verum atque decens, curo et rogo, et omnis in

hoc fum:

* 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;
That keep me from myself; and still delay
Life's inftant business to a future day:
That task, which as we follow, or defpife,
The eldeft is a fool, the youngest wife:

Which done, the pooreft can no wants endure;
And which not done, the richest must be poor.
t Late as it is, I put myself to school,

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
Et mihi res, non me rebus, fubjungere conor.
q Ut nox longa, quibus mentitur amica; diesque
Lenta videtur opus debentibus: ut piger annus
Pupillis, quos dura premit cuftodia matrum :
Sic mihi tarda fluunt ingrataque tempora, quae fpem
Confiliumque morantur agendi gnaviter id, quod
Aeque pauperibus prodeft, locupletibus aeque,
Aeque neglectum pueris fenibufque nocebit.

Reftat, ut his ego me ipfe regam " folerque elementis: #Non poffis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus ;


I'll do what Mead and Chefelden advise,
To keep these limbs, and to preferve thefe
Not to go back, is somewhat to advance,
And men must walk at least before they dance.


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;
All that we ask is but a patient Ear.

e 'Tis the firft Virtue, Vices to abhor: And the first Wisdom, to be Fool no more.

Non tamen idcirco contemnas lippus inungi:
Nec, quia defperes invicti membra Glyconis,
Nodofa corpus nofis prohibere chiragra.
Eft quadam prodire x tenus, fi non datur ultra.

y Fervet avaritia, miferoque cupidine pectus ?
Sunt verba et voces, quibus hunc lenire dolorem
Poffis, et z magnam morbi deponere partem.
Laudis amore tumes? funt a certa piacula, quaë te
Ter pure lecto poterunt recreare libello.

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,
Scar'd at the spectre of pale Poverty!

See him, with pains of body, pangs of foul,

Burn through the Tropic, freeze beneath the Pole!
Wilt thou do nothing for a nobler end,
Nothing, to make Philosophy thy friend?
To stop thy foolish views, thy long defires,
And & cafe thy heart of all that it admires?

h Here Wisdom calls: "Seek Virtue first, be bold! "As Gold to Silver, Virtue is to Gold."

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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
Effe mala, exiguum cenfum, turpemque repulfam,
Quanto devites animi capitifque labore.

Impiger extremos curris mercator ad Indos,
Per & mare pauperiem fugiens, per faxa, per ignes:
Ne cures h ea, quae ftulte miraris et optas,
Difcere, et audire, et meliori credere non vis?
Quis circum pagos et circum compita pugnax
Magna coronari contemnat Olympia, cui fpes,
Cui fit conditio dulcis fine pulvere palmae ?


"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,
To him who notches fticks at Westminster.

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.
Barnard, thou art a Cit, with all thy worth;
But Bug and D*1, Their Honours, and fo forth.
Yet every P child another fong will fing,
"Virtue, brave boys! 'tis Virtue makes a King."
True, confcious Honour, is to feel no fin,
He's arm'd without that's innocent within;

Be this thy 9 Screen, and this thy Wall of Brafs;
Compar'd to this, a Minifter's an Afs.

r And say, to which fhall our applause belong,
This new Court-jargon, or the good old fong?
The modern language of corrupted Peers,
Or what was spoke at $ CRESSY or POITIERS?

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,

Et maribus

Curiis et decantata Camillis?

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