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"Ludentis fpeciem dabit, & torquebitur." HoR.
EAR Col'nel, Cobham's and your country's
You love a Verfe, take fuch as I can fend.
b A Frenchman comes, prefents you with his Boy, Bows, and begins-" This Lad, Sir, is of Blois : "Observe his shape how clean! his locks how curl'd! "My only fon, I'd have hina fee the world: "His French is pure; his Voice too-you fhall hear. "Sir, he's your flave, for twenty pound a year. "Mere wax as yet, you fashion him with ease, "Your Barber, Cook, Upholsterer, what you please: "A perfect genius at an Opera fong
"To fay too much, might do my honour wrong.
LORE, bono claroque fidelis amice Neroni, b Si quis forte velit puerum tibi vendere natum Tibure vel Gabiis, et tecum fic agat: "Hic et "Candidus, et talos a vertice pulcher ad imos, "Fiet eritque tuus nummorum millibus octo; "Verna minifteriis ad nutus aptus heriles; "Litterulis Graecis imbutus, idoneus arti "Cuilibet argilla quidvis imitaberis uda:
"Take him with all his virtues, on my word; "His whole ambition was to ferve a Lord: "But, Sir, to you, with what would I not part? "Though faith, I fear, 'twill break his Mother's heart. "Once (and but once) I caught him in a lie, "And then, unwhipp'd, he had the grace to cry: "The fault he has I fairly fhall reveal,
(Could you o'erlook but that) it is, to steal."
Could you complain, my Friend, he prov'd fo bad?
d Confider then, and judge me in this light; I told you when I went, I could not write;
"Quin etiam canet indoctum, sed dulce bibenti. "Multa fidem promiffa levant, ubi plenius aequo "Laudat venales, qui vult extrudere, merces. "Res urget me nulla: meo fum pauper in aere. "Nemo hoc mangonum faceret tibi: non temere a me
Quivis ferret idem: femel hic ceffavit, et (ut fit)
"In fcalis latuit metuens pendentis habenae :
c Ille ferat pretium, poenae fecurus, opinor. Prudens emifti vitiofum: dicta tibi eft lex.
Infequeris tamen hunc, et lite moraris iniqua. • Dixi me pigrum proficifcenti tibi, dixi Talibus officiis prope mancum; ne mea faevus
You faid the fame; and are you discontent
Jurgares ad te quod epiftola nulla veniret.
Si tamen attentas? quereris fuper hoc etiam, quod
e Luculli miles collecta viatica multis
Praefidium regale loco dejecit, ut aiunt,
"Go on, my Friend, (he cry'd) fee yonder walls!
“D'ye think me, noble General, such a Sot?
To hunt for Truth in Maudlin's learned grove.)
But knottier points we knew not half so well,
Forte fub hoc tempus caftellum evertere praetor
And certain Laws, by fufferers thought unjust,
Hopes after hopes of pious Papifts fail'd,
While mighty William's thundering arm prevail'd.
He ftuck to poverty with peace of mind;
But (thanks to Homer) fince I live and thrive,
Sure I fhould want the care of ten Monroes,
If I would fcribble, rather than repose.
8 Years following years, steal fomething every day, At laft they steal us from ourselves away;
In one our Frolics, one Amusements end,
In one a Mistress drops, in one a Friend:
That turn'd ten thousand verses, now stands still?
Unde fimul primum me demifere Philippi,