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From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate,
85 Bulls aim their horns, and asses lift their heels ; 'Tis a bear's talent not to kick, but hug ; And no man wonders he's not stung by pug. So drink with Walters, or with Chartres eat, They'll never poison you, they'll only cheat.
Then, learned Sir! (to cut the matter short)
ill at court, Whether old age, with faint but cheerful
ray, Attends to gild the ev’ning of my day, Or death's black wing already be display'd, 95 To wrap me in the universal shade ; Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Or whiten'd wall provoke the skew'r to write ; In durance, exile, bedlam, or the mint, Like Lee or Budgel, I will rhyme and print.
F. Alas, young man! your days can ne'er be long ; In flow'r of age you perish for a song ! Plums and directors, Shylock and his wife, Will club their testers, now, to take your
life! P. What ? arm’d for virtue when I point the pen, Brand the bold front of shameless guilty men ;
106 Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car ; Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star ;
VER. 100. Like Lee or Budgel,] Lee, the dramatic writer, a true genius, is here coupled with Budgel.
Can there be wanting, to defend her cause,
VER. 129. And He, whose lightning, &c.] Charles Mordaunt Earl of Peterborow, who in the year 1705 took Barcelona, and in the winter following, with only 280 horse and 900 foot, enterprised and accomplished the conquest of Valentia.
Envy must own, I live
great, No pimp of pleasure, and no spy of state, With
pry not, tongue that ne'er repeats,
140 This is my plea, on this I rest my causeWhat saith my council, learned in the laws ?
F. Your plea is good ; but still I say, beware!
145 A man was hang'd for very honest rhymes.
have it-read. P. Libels and Satires! lawless things indeed! 150 But grave epistles, bringing vice to light, Such as a king might read, a bishop write. Such as Sir ROBERT would
F. Indeed ? The case is alter'd-you may then proceed ; In such a cause the plaintiff will be hiss'd, 155 My lords the judges laugh, and you're dismiss'd.
THE SECOND SATIRE
SECOND BOOK OF HORACE.
TO MR. BETHEL.
WHAT, and how great, the virtue and the art
To live on little with a cheerful heart;
Hear BETHEL's sermon, one not vers'd in schools, But strong in sense, and wise without the rules.
Go work, hunt, exercise! (he thus began,)
Preach as I please, I doubt our curious men
VER. 9. BETHEL] The same to whom several of Mr. Pope's Letters are addressed.