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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.
(b) Has Heaven reserv'd, in Pity to the Poor, No pathlefs Wafte, or undiscover 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 Infolence 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 Crowd's 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 some blissful Bow'r, Aghaft you start, and scarce with aching Sight Sustain th' approaching Fire's tremenduous Light :
(a) Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in se,
Swift from pursuing Horrors take your Way,
(6) Could'st thou resign the Park and play content, For the fair Banks of Severn or of Trent:
Ultimus autem Ærumnæ cumulus, quod nudum, & fruftra rogantem Nemo cibo, nemo hofpitio, teEtoque juvabit. (e) Si magna Afturici cecidit domus, horrida mater, Pullati proceres. (f) Jam accurrit, qui marmora donet, Conferat impensas : hic, &c. Hic modum argenti. (g) ----; Meliora, ac plura reponit Perficus orborum lautissimus. (b) Si potes avelli Circensibus, optima Sore, Aut Frabrateriæ domus, aut Frusinone paratur,
There might'st thou find some elegant Retreat,
Prepare for Death, if here at Night you roam, And sign your Will before you sup from Home.
(k) Some fiery Fop, with new Commisfion vain, Who sleeps on Brambles till he kills his Man ; Some frolick Drunkard, reeling from a Feast, 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 Insults to the Poor confine ; Afar they mark the Flambeau's bright Approach, And shun the shining Train, and golden Coach.
Quanti nunc tenebras unum conducis in annum.
Vitari (m) In vain, these Dangers past, your Doors you And hope the balmy Blessings of Repose: [clofe, Cruel with Guilt, and daring with Despair, The Midnight Murd'rer bursts the faithlefs Bar ; Invades the sacred Hour of filent Reft, And plants, unseen, a Dagger in your Breaft.
(n) Scarce can our Fields (such Crowds at Tyburn With Hemp the Gallows and the Fleet supply. [die, Propose your Schemes, ye senatorian Band, Whose Ways and Means support the finking Land ; Left Ropes be wanting in the tempting Spring, To rig another Convoy for the K-g.
( ) 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!
(o) 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
Vitari jubet, et comitum longissimus ordo : Multum præterea flammarum, atque ænea lampas. (m) Nec tamen hoc tantum metuas : nam qui spoliet te Non deerit: claufis domibus, &c. (n) Maximus in vinclis ferri modus : ut timeas ne Vomer deficiat, ne marra et farcula desint. (6) Felices proavorum atavos, felicia dicas Secula, qua quondam fub regibus atque tribunis Viderunt uno contentam carcere Romam. (9) His alias poteram, & plures fubne Etere caufas : Sed jumenta vocant. (8) Ergo vale nostri memor : & quoties te Roma tuo refici properantem reddet Aquinos,
And tir'd like me, with Follies and with Crimes,
quoque ad Eleusmam Cererem, veftramque Dianam Convelle a Cumis : satirarum ergo, ni pudet illas Adjutor gellidos veniam caligatus in agros.