215 The more you want, why not, with equal ease, If there be truth in law, and use can give 230 Heathcote himself, and such large-acred men, Lords of fat E'sham, or of Lincoln Fen, 241 Buy ev'ry stick of wood that lends them heat, Buy ev'ry pullet they afford to eat. Yet these are wights who fondly call their own 246 Estates have wings, and hang in Fortune's pow'r, 250 By sale, at least by death, to change their lord. Man? and for ever? wretch! what wouldst thou have? 256 Heir 260 And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer, fall. are 266 Who, if they have not, think not worth their care. VOL. III. 270 and toils from sun to sun; S The other slights for women, sports, and wines, All Townshend's turnips, and all Grosvenor's mines : 280 283 Why one, like Bu-, with pay and scorn content, Bows and votes on in court, and parliament; 275 One, driv'n by strong benevolence of soul, Shall fly, like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole ;Is known alone to that directing pow'r, Who forms the genius in the natal hour; That God of Nature, who, within us still, Inclines our action, not constrains our will. Various of temper, as of face or frame, Each individual; his great end the same. Yes, Sir, how small soever be my heap, A part I will enjoy as well as keep. My heir may sigh, and think it want of grace A man so poor would live without a place; But sure no statute in his favor says, How free, or frugal, I shall pass my days; I who at some times spend, at others spare, Divided between carelessness and care. 'Tis one thing, madly to disperse my store, Another, not to heed to treasure more; Glad, like a boy, to snatch the first good day, And pleas'd, if sordid want be far away. • What is't to me (a passenger, God wot) Whether my vessel be first rate, or not? The ship itself may make a better figure, But I that sail, am ueither less, nor bigger, 290 296 I neither strut with ev'ry fav'ring breath, 300 But why all this of avarice? I have none. I wish you joy, sir, of a tyrant gone. 305 But does no other lord it, at this hour, As wild and mad? the avarice of pow'r ? Does neither rage inflame, nor fear appal ? Not the black fear of death, that saddens all? With terrors round, can reason hold her throne, Despise the known, nor tremble at th' unknown? Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire, 312 In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire? Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov❜d, and ate, and drank your fill. Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease 326 Whom folly pleases, and whose follies please, HORACE, BOOK IV. ODE 1. TO VENUS. AGAIN new tumults in my breast? Ah, spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest! As in the gentle reign of my queen Anne. Nor circle sober fifty with thy charms. Mother too fierce of dear desires! Turn, turn, to willing hearts your wanton fires; . To number five direct your doves, There spread round Murray, all your blooming loves; Noble and young, who strikes the heart To charm the mistress, or to fix the friend: Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind : Make but his riches equal to his wit. Then shall thy form the marble grace, (Thy Grecian form) and Chloe lend the face; Sacred to social life, and social love, Where Thames reflects the visionary scene; |