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CLODIO IN PRISON.
BY PETER PINDAR
CLODIO, thy ruin is complete
Fairly art thou, my friend, done up. Princes have done this pretty feat ;
And, easy smiling, see thee sup, And sleep, and breakfast too, and dine With good DUKE HUMPHRY, Duke of PHA
That is to say-exceeding lean,
Ragged, unwholesome, yea, unclean ! And in a jail, where sunk-eyed INANITION, Quite chop-fall’n, damns the folly of AMBITION.
Still, ’midst thy poverty and rags,
Thóu makest to the jail thy brags; And pleas’d, of Princes tellest many a story;
And fanciest, that when thou art dead,
A spendor will surround thy headEv'n so !-that thou shalt lie along in GLORY!
Vain Youth !--now prithee cast thine eye On that poor spendor-hunting Fly,
Sporting around thy taper's blaze:How blest, the buzzing Insect sings, Catching the radiance on his wings !
How fascinated with the rays !
A minute will decide his fate :
Nearer, and nearer, round he flies ; Still nearer, nearer-how elate !
There ends existence-hark ! bis cries!
Down drops the wretch amidst the fire
Such is the Fly's, and such thy story;
Sing, heavenly Muse,
HAPPY the man, who, void of cares and strife,
Two noted alehouses in Oxford, 1700.
Bụt 1, whom griping penury surrounds,
Thus while my joyless minutes tedious flow, With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun, Horrible monster! hated by gods and men, To my aërial citadel ascends, With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate, With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound. What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz'd, Confounded, to the dark recess I Aly Of wood-hole; strait my bristling hairs erect Through sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews My shuddering limbs, and (wonderful to tell!) My tongue forgets her faculty of speech; So horrible he seems! His faded brow Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard, And spreading band, admir'd by modern saints, Disastrous acts forbode; in his right hand Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves, With characters and figures dire inscribid, Grievous to mortal eyes; (ye gods, avert Such plagues from mortal men!) Behind him stalks Another monster, not unlike himself,