y But art thou one, whom new opinions fway, One who believes as Tindal leads the way, Who Virtue and a Church alike difowns, 65 Thinks that but words, and this but brick and stones? Fly z then, on all the wings of wild defire, Admire whate'er the maddeft can admire : Is wealth thy paffion? Hence! from Pole to Pole, a Advance thy golden Mountain to the skies; fcore 70 Add one round hundred, and (if that's not fair) 75 (Believe virtutem verba putes, et Lucum ligna z cave ne portus occupet alter; a Mille talenta rotundentur, totidem altera, porro et (Believe me, many a German Prince is worse, Not for yourself, but for your Fools and Knaves; 85 90 b If Wealth alone then make and keep us bleft, Still, ftill be getting, never, never reft. 95 i But if to Power and Place your passion lie, If in the Pomp of Life confift the joy; Then Mancipiis locuples, eget aeris e Capadocum Rex: Qui poffum tot? ait: tamen et quaeram, et quot habebo Mittam: poft paulo fcribit, fibi millia quinque Efle domi chlamydum: partem, vel tolleret omnes. 100 Then hire a Slave, or (if you will) a Lord, "That makes three Members, this can chufe a Mayor." Inftructed thus, you bow, embrace, protest, Adopt himn Son, or Coufin at the least, Then turn about, and laugh at your own Jeft. 110 Or if your life be one continued Treat, If p to live well means nothing but to eat; k Mercemur fervum, qui dictet nomina, laevum P 1 115 Or r Or fhall we every Decency confound, Through Taverns, Stews, and Bagnios take our round From Latian Syrens, French Circæan Feafts, 125 The Man that loves and laughs, muft fure do well. 130 w Adieu-if this advice appear the worst, E'en take the Counsel which I gave you firft: Or better Precepts if you can impart, Why do, I'll follow them with all my heart. Unus ut e multis populo fpectante referret. г Emtum mulus aprum. crudi, tumidique lavemur, 8 Digni; remigium vitiofum Ithacenfis Ulyffei; Sí, Mimnermus uti cenfet, fine amore jocifque EPISTLE I. To AUGUSTUS. ADVERTISEMENT. THE HE Reflections of Horace, and the Judgments paft in his Epistle to Auguftus, feemed fo feafonable to the present Times, that I could not help applying them to the use of my own Country. The Author thought them confiderable enough to addrefs them to his Prince; whom he paints with all the great and good qualities of a Monarch, upon whom the Romans depended for the Increase of an abfolute Empire. But to make the Poem entirely English, I was willing to add one or two of those which contribute to the Happiness of a Free people, and are more confiftent with the Welfare of our Neighbours. This Epiftle will show the learned World to have fallen into Two miftakes: one, that Auguftus was a Patron of Poets in general; whereas he not only prohibited all but the Beft Writers to name him, but recommended that Care even to the Civil Magistrate: "Admonebat Praetores, ne paterentur Nomen fuum ob"folefieri," &c. The other, that this Piece was only a general Discourse of Poetry; whereas it was an Apology for the Poets, in order to render Auguftus more |