Hortus ubi, et tecto vicinus jugis aquae fons,
Et paulum filvae fuper his foret. auctius, atque
Di melius fecere. bene est, nil amplius oro,
Maia nate, nifi ut propria haec mihi munera faxis.
Si 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 !
Ofiurnam argenti fors quae mihi monftret! ut illi,
Thefauro invento qui mercenarius agrum
Illum ipfum mercatus aravit, dives amico

SATIRE VI.

The first Part imitated in the Year 1714, by Dr. SWIFT; the latter Part added afterwards.

'VE often wish'd that I had clear

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For life, fix hundred pounds a year,
A handfome House to lodge a Friend,
A River at my Garden's end,
A Terras-walk, and half a Rood
Of Land, set out to plant a Wood.
Well, now I have all this and more,

I afk not to encrease my store ;

• But here a Grievance feems to lie,

• All this is mine but till I die;

. I can't but think 'twould found more clever,

• To me and to my Heirs for ever.

• If I ne'er got or lost a groat,

By any Trick, or any Fault;

And if I pray by Reafon's rules,

And not like Forty other Fools: . As thus, 66 Vouchfafe, oh Gracious Maker! "To grant me this and t'other Acre: "Or, if it be thy Will and Pleasure, "Direct my Plow to find a Treasure:"

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Hercule: fi, quod adeft, gratum juvat: hac prece

te oro,

Pingue pecus domino facias, et caetera ́praeter
Ingenium; utque foles, cuftos mihi maximus adfis.
Ergo ubi me in montes et in arcem ex Urbe re-
movi,

Quid prius illuftrem Satiris Mufaque pedestri ?
Nec mala me ambitio perdit, nec plumbeus Aufter,
Autumnufque gravis, Libitinae quaeftus acerbaé.
Matutine pater, feu Jane libentius audis,
Unde homines operum primos vitaeque labores
Inftituunt (fic Dîs placitum) tu carminis efto
Principium

Romae fponforem me rapis: Eia

Ne prior officio quifquam refpondeat, urgue:
Sive Aquilo radit terras, feu bruma nivalem

• But only what my Station fits,
And to be kept in my right Wits.
Preferve, Almighty Providence!
Juft what you gave me, Competence:
And let me in thefe fhades compofe
Something in Verfe as true as Profe;

• Remov'd from all th' Ambitious Scene,
Nor puff'd by Pride, nor funk by Spleen.'
In short, I'm perfectly content,

Let me but live on this fide Trent;

Nor cross the Channel twice a year,

To spend fix Months with Statesmen here.
I must by all means come to Town,
'Tis for the Service of the Crown.

Lewis, the Dean will be of use,
"Send for him up, take no excufe.”
The toil, the danger of the Seas;
Great Minifters ne'er think of these;

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Or let it coft five hundred pound,

No matter where the money's found,

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It is but fo much more in debt,

And that they ne'er confider'd yet.

"Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown,

"Let my Lord know you're come to Town."

Interiore diem gyro trahit, ire neceffe eft.

Poftmodo, quod mî obfit, clare certumque locuto, Luctandum in turba, et facienda injuria tardis.

Quid tibi vis, infane? et quam rem agis? improbus urguet.

Iratis precibus, tu pulfes omne quod obftat,
Ad Maecenatem memori fi mente recurras.

Hoc juvat, et melli eft; ne mentiar, at fimul

atras

Ventum eft Efquilias; aliena negotia centum

Per caput, et circa faliunt latus. Ante fecundam