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The sober Trader at a tatter'd Cloak
Wakes from his Dream, and labours for a Joke;
With brisker Air the silken Courtiers gaze,
And turn the varied Taunt a thousand Ways.
(a) Of all the Griefs that harrass the Distress’d,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful Jeft ;
Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous Heart,
Than when a Blockhead's Insult points the Dart.

(6) Has Heaven reserv'd, in Pity to the Poor,
No pathless Waste, or undifcover'd Shore?
No secret Island in the boundless Main?
No peaceful Desart, yet unclaim'd by Spain?
Quick let us rise, the happy Seats explore;
And bear Oppression's Insolence no more.
This mournful Truth is ev'ry where confess'd,
(c) Slow rises WORTH, BY POVERTY DEPRESS'D:
But here more flow, where all are Slaves to Gold,
Where Looks are Merchandise, and Smiles are fold,
Where won by Bribes, by Flatteries implor’d,
The Groom retails the Favours of his Lord. [Cries

But hark! th' affrighted Crowds tumultuous Roll through the Streets, and thunder to the Skies: Rais'd from some pleasing Dream of Wealth and Pow'r, Some pompous Palace, or fome blissful Bow'r, Aghaft yoa start, and scarce with aching Sight Sustain th' approaching Fire's tremenduous Light ;

(a) Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in fe,
Quam quod ridiculous homines facit.
(6)

Agmine facto
Debuerant olim tenues migrasse Quirities.
(c) Haud facile emergunt, quoruin virtutibus obftat
Res angufta domi. Sed Rome durior illis
Conatus

OMNIA Rome
Cum pretio -
Cogimur, & cultis augere peculia servis.

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Swift

Swift from pursuing Horrors take your Way,
And leave your little ALL to Flames a Prey;
(d) Then thro' the World a wretched Vagrant roam,
For where can starving Merit find a Home?
In vain your mournful Narrative disclose,
While all neglect, and most infult your Woes.
(e) Should Heaven's juft Bolts Orgilio's Wealth con.
And spread his flaming Palace on the Ground, [found,
Swift o'er the Land the dismal Rumour flies,
And publick Mournings pacify the Skies ;
The laureat Tribe in servile Verse relate,
How Virtue wars with persecuting Fate;
(f) With well-feign'd Gratitude the penfion'd Band
Refund the Plunder of the beggar'd Land.
See ! while he builds, the gaudy Vaffals come,
And crowd with sudden Wealth the rising Dome ;
The Price of Boroughs and of Souls restore,
And raise his Treasures higher than before:
Now bless'd with all the Baubles of the Great,
The polish'd Marble, and the shining Plate,
(8) Orgilio sees the golden Pile aspire,
And hopes from angry Heav'n another Fire.

(b) Could't thou relign the Park and play content, For the fair Banks of Severn or of Trent :

There

(e) si

(d) . Ultimus autem Ærumnæ cumulus, quod nudum, & frustra rogantem Nemo cibo, nemo hofpitio, tectoque juvabit.

magna Asturici cecidit domus, horrida mater, Pullati proceres. () Jam accurrit, qui marmora donet, Conferat impensas : hic, &c. Hic modum argenti. (8) - Meliora, ac plura reponit Persicus orborum lautiffimus. (b) Si potes avelli Circensibus, optima Sora, Aut Frabraterie domus, aut Frufinone paratur,

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Quanti

*There might'st thou find some elegant Retreat,
Some hireling Senator's deserted Seat;
And stretch thy Prospects o'er the smiling Land,
For less than rent the Dungeons of the Strand :
Thereprunethy Walks, fupport thy drooping Flow'rs,
Direct thy Rivulets, and twine thy Bow'rs;
And, while thy Beds a cheap Repast afford,
Despise the Dainties of a venal Lord;
There ev'ry Bush with Nature's Musick rings,
There ev'ry Breeze bears Health upon its Wings ;
On all thy Hours Security shall smile,
And bless thy Evening Walk and Morning Toil.

(1) Prepare for Death, if here at Night you roam, And sign your Will before you sup from Home.

(k) Some fiery Fop, with new Commission vain, Who fleeps on Brambles till he kills his Man ; Some frolick Drunkard, reeling from a Feaft, Provokes a Broil, and stabs you for a Jeft.

(1) Yet ev'n these Heroes, mischievously gay, Lords of the Street, and Terrors of the Way; Flush'd as they are with Folly, Youth, and Wine, Their prudent Infults to the Poor confine ; Afar they mark the Flambeau's bright Approach, And shun the shining Train, and golden Coach.

(m) In

Quanti nunc tenebras unum conducis in annum,
Hortulus hic
Vive bidentis amans, & culti villicus horti,
Unde epulum pollis centum dare Pythagoræis.
(0) Poffis ignavus haberi,
Et subiti cafus improvidus, ad cænam fi
Inteftatus eas.
(k) Ebrius, ac petulans, qui nullum forte cecidit,
Dat pænas, noétem patitur lugentis amicum
Pelida.
() Sed, quamvis improbus annis
Atque mero fervens, cavet hunc, quem coccina lona

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Vitari (m) In vain, these Dangers paft, your Doors you And hope the balmy Bleflings of Repose :

[close, Cruel with Guilt, and daring with Despair, The Midnight Murd'rer bursts the faithless Bar ; Invades the sacred Hour of filent Rest, And plants, unseen, a Dagger in your Breast.

(n) Scarce can our Fields (such Crowds at Tyburn With Hemp the Gallows and the Fleet supply, [die, Propose your Schemes, ye senatorian Band, Whofe Ways and Means support the sinking Land; Left Ropes be wanting in the tempting Spring, To rig another Convoy for the K-g.

(0) A single Jail, in Alfred's golden Reign, Could Half the Nation's Criminals contain ; Fair Justice then, without Constraint ador’d, Held high the steady Scale, but deep'd the Sword ; No Spies were paid, no special Juries known, Blest age! but ah! how diff'rent from our own!

(0) Much could I add, but fee the Boat at hand, The Tide retiring, calls me from the Land: (9) Farewel! - When Youth, and Health, and

Fortune spent,
Thou fly’ft for Refuge to the Wilds of Kent ;

And

Vitari jubet, et comitum longiffimus ordo : Multum præterea fiammarum, atque-enea lampas. (m) Nec tamen hoc tantum metuas : nam qui fpoliet te Non deerit : claufis domibus, &c. (n) Maximus in vinclis ferri modus : ut timeas ne. Vomer deficiat, ne marre et farcula desint, (0) Felices proavorum atavos, felicia dicas Secula, quæ quondam fub regibus atque tribunis Viderunt uno contentam carcere Romam. (o) His alias poteram, & plures subneclere caufas : Sed

jumenta vocant. (q)- - Ergo vale noftri memor: & quoties te Rama tuo refici properantem reddet Aquinas,

Mc

And tir'd like me, with Follies and with Crimes,
In angry Numbers warn'st succeeding Times ;
Then shall thy Friend, nor thou refuse his Aid,
Still Foe to Vice, forfake his Cambrian Shade ;
In Virtue's Cause once more forsake his Rage,
Thy Satire point, and animate thy Page.

Me

quoque ad Eleusinam Cererem, veftramque Dianam Convelle a Cumis : satirarum ergo, ni pudet illas Adjutor gellidos veniam caligatus in agros.