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 fpread his flaming Palace on the Ground, [found,
Swift o'er the Land the difmal Rumour flies,
And publick Mournings pacify the Skies;
The laureat Tribe in fervile Verse relate,
How Virtue wars with perfecuting 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 fudden Wealth the rifing Dome;
The Price of Boroughs and of Souls restore,
And raise his Treasures higher than before:
Now blefs'd with all the Baubles of the Great,
The polish'd Marble, and the fhining Plate,
(g) Orgilio fees the golden Pile aspire,
And hopes from angry Heav'n another Fire.

(b) Could'ft thou refign the Park and play content, For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent;

(d)

-Ultimus autem

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Erumna cumulus, quod nudum, & fruftra rogantem Nemo cibo, nemo hofpitio, tectoque juvabit.

(e) Si magna Afturici cecidit domus, horrida mater, Pullati proceres.

(f) Fam accurrit, qui marmora donet,

Conferat impenfas: hic, &c.

Hic modum argenti.

(g) -----Meliora, ac plura reponit

Perficus orborum lautiffimus.

(b) Si potes avelli Circenfibus, optima Sora,

Aut Frabrateria domus, aut Frufinone paratur,

There might'st thou find fome elegant Retreat,
Some hireling Senator's deferted Seat;

And stretch thy Prospects o'er the smiling Land,
For less than rent the Dungeons of the Strand:
There prune thy Walks, fupport thy drooping Flow'rs,
Direct thy Rivulets, and twine thy Bow'rs;
And, while thy Beds a cheap Repast afford,
Defpife the Dainties of a venal Lord;

There ev'ry Bush with Nature's Mufick 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. (i) Prepare for Death, if here at Night you roam, And fign your Will before you fup from Home.

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

(1) Yet ev'n these Heroes, mifchievously 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.

Quanti nunc tenebras unum conducis in annum.
Hortulus hic -

Vive bidentis amans, & culti villicus horti,
Unde epulum poffis centum dare Pythagoræis,
(i) - - Poffis ignavus haberi,

Et fubiti cafus improvidus, ad cœnam fi
Inteftatus eas.

(m) In

(k) Ebrius, ac petulans, qui nullum forte cecidit, Dat panas, noctem patitur lugentis amicum Pelida

(1) Sed, quamvis improbus annis

Atque mero fervens, cavet hunc, quem coccina lana

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Vitari

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(m) In vain, thefe Dangers paft, your Doors you And hope the balmy Bleffings of Repose: Cruel with Guilt, and daring with Despair, The Midnight Murd'rer bursts the faithless Bar; Invades the facred Hour of filent Reft,

And plants, unfeen, a Dagger in your Breast.

(n) Scarce can our Fields (fuch Crowds at Tyburn With Hemp the Gallows and the Fleet fupply. [die, Propofe your Schemes, ye fenatorian Band, Whole Ways and Means fupport the finking Land; Left Ropes be wanting in the tempting Spring, To rig another Convoy for the K-g.

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

Vitari jubet, et comitum longiffimus ordo:

Multum præterea flammarum, atque ænea lampas.

And

(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 defint.

(0) Felices proavorum atavos, felicia dicas Secula, quæ quondam fub regibus atque tribunis Viderunt uno contentam carcere Romam.

(p) His alias poteram, & plures fubnectere caufas : Sed jumenta vocant.

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Ergo vale noftri memor: & quoties te Roma tuo refici properantem reddet Aquino,

Me

And tir'd like me,, with Follies and with Crimes,
In angry Numbers warn'ft fucceeding Times;
Then fhall thy Friend, nor thou refufe his Aid,
Still Foe to Vice, forfake his Cambrian Shade;
In Virtue's Caufe once more forfake his Rage,
Thy Satire point, and animate thy Page.

Me quoque ad Eleufinam Cererem, veftramque Dianam
Convelle a Cumis: fatirarum ergo, ni pudet illas
Adjutor gellidos veniam caligatus in agros,

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VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES,

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TENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL,

ET (a) Obfervation with extensive View, Survey Mankind, from China to Peru; Remark each anxious Toil, each eager Strife, And watch the bufy Scenes of crowded Life; Then say how Hope and Fear, Defire and Hate, O'erspread with Snares the clouded Maze of Fate, Where wav'ring Man, betray'd by vent'rous Pride, To tread the dreary Paths without a Guide, As treach'rous Phantoms in the Mift delude, Shuns fancied Ills, or chases airy Good. How rarely Reafon guides the stubborn Choice, Rules the bold Hand, or prompts the fuppliant Voice, How Nations fink, by darling Schemes opprefs'd, When Vengeance liftens to the Fool's Request. Fate wings with ev'ry Wish th' afflictive Dart, Each Gift of Nature, and each Grace of Art, With fatal Heat impetuous Courage glows, With fatal Sweetness Elocution flows, Impeachment ftops the Speaker's pow'rful Breath, And restless Fire precipitates on Death.

(b) But scarce obferv'd the Knowing and the Bold, Fall in the gen❜ral Maffacre of Gold; Wide-wafting Peft! that rages unconfin'd,

And crowds with Crimes the Records of Mankind;

(a) Ver. 1-21. (b) Ver. 12-22.

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