Reddes dulce loqui: reddes ridere decorum, et Inter vina fugam Cynarae moerere protervae.

Forte per anguftam tenuis vulpecula rimam Repferat in cumeram frumenti; paftaque, rurfus Ie foras pleno tendebat corpore fruftra. Cui muftela procul, Si vis, ait, effugere iftinc; Mara cavum repetes arctum, quem macra fubifti. Hac ego fi compellor imagine, cuncta refigno; Nec fomnum plebis laudo fatur altilium, nec Otia divitiis Arabum liberrima muto.

Saepe verecundum laudafti: Rexque, Paterque

A Weafel once made fhift to flink

In at a Corn-loft thro' a Chink;
But having amply stuff'd his skin,
Could not get out as he got in:
Which one belonging to the House

('Twas not a Man, it was a Mouse)
Obferving, cry'd, "You fcape not so,
"Lean as you came, Sir, you must go."
Sir, you may spare your Application,
I'm no fuch Beaft, nor his Relation;
Nor one that Temperance advance,

Cramm'd to the Throat with Ortolans:

Extremely ready to refign

All that may make me none of mine.

South-fea Subscriptions take who please,

Leave me but Liberty and Ease.

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60

65

VER. 50. As when B linda] A compliment he pays himself and the public on his Rape of the Lock.

Audifti coram, nec verbo parcius abfens:
Infpice, fi poffum donata reponere laetus.

Parvum parva decent. mihi jam non regia Roma, Sed vacuum Tibur placet, aut imbelle Tarentum. Strenuus et fortis, caufifque Philippus agendis

Clarus, etc.

'Twas what I faid to Craggs and Child,
Who prais'd my Modefty, and smil❜d.
Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me)
My Bread, and Independency!
So bought an Annual Rent or two,
And liv'd --- just as you fee I do ;
Near fifty, and without a Wife,
I trust that finking Fund, my Life.
Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,
Shrink back to my Paternal Cell,
A little House, with Trees a-row,
And, like its Master, very low.

There dy'd my Father, no man's Debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worse nor better.
To fet this matter full before ye,

Our old Friend Swift will tell his Story.
Harley, the Nation's great Support,"
But you may read it, I ftop short.

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75

80

VER. 66. Craggs and Child,] Mr. Craggs gave him fome South fea fubfcriptions. He was fo indifferent about them as to neglect making any benefit of them. He used to fay it was a fatisfaction to him that he did not grow rich (as he might have done) by the public calamity.

SATIRA VI.

H

OC erat in votis: modus agri non ita magnus,

Hortus ubi, et tecto vicinus jugis aquae fons, Et paulum filvae fuper his foret. auctius, atque Dî melius fecere. bene eft. nil amplius oro, Maia nate, nifi ut propria haec mihi munera faxis. ᏚᎥ neque majorem feci ratione mala rem, Nec fum facturus vitio culpave minorem : Si veneror ftultus nihil horum, O fi angulus ille Proximus accedat, qui nunc denormat agellum ! O fi urnam argenti fors quae mihi monftret! ut illi, Thefauro invento qui mercenarius agrum Illum ipfum mercatus aravit, dives amico