Now let some whimsey, or that devil within Which guides all those who know not what they mean, But give the knight (or give his lady) spleen, "Away, away! take all your scaffolds down, 146 "For Snug's the word: my dear! we'll live in Town." At am'rous Flavio is the 2 stocking thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. 3 The fool, whose wife elopes, some thrice a quarter, For matrimonial solace dies a martyr. Did ever 4 Proteus, Merlin, any witch, 151 Transform themselves so strangely as the rich? Well, but the 5 poor---the poor have the same itch; They change their weekly barber, weekly news, Prefer a new japanner to their shoes, 156 Discharge their garrets, move their beds, and run Festinantis heri: cui si vitiosa libido Fecerit auspicium; cras ferramenta Teanum You laugh, half-beau, half-sloven, if I stand, When (each opinion with the next at strife, I + plant, root up; I build, and then confound; Turn round to square, and square again to round; 1 Si curatus inæquali tonsore capillos Trita subest tunicæ, vel si toga dissidet impar, 3 4 Diruit, ædificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ? Cum sis, et prave sectum stomacheris ob unguem 166 171 175 180 Who ought to make me (what he can, or none) 4 De te pendentis, te respicientis amici. 185 188 Ad summam, sapiens uno minor est Jove, 1 dives, 2 Liber, 3 honoratus, 4 pulcher, 5 rex denique regum; Præcipue sanus, 6 nisi cum pituita molesta est. HORACE BOOK I. EPISTLE VI. IMITATED. TO MR. MURRAY. "Nor to admire is all the art I know "To make men happy, and to keep them so." (Plain truth, dear Murray! needs no flow'rs of speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.) This vault of air, this congregated ball, Self-centred sun, and stars, that run and fall, There are, my Friend! whose philosophic eyes Look thro", and trust the Ruler with his skies; To him commit the hour, the day, the year, And view 2 this dreadful All without a fear. Admire we then what 3 earth's low entrails hold, Arabian shores, or Indian seas infold; All the mad trade of 4 fools and slaves for gold? 10 HOR. LIB. I. EPIST. VI. NIL admirari, prope res est una, Numici, Or popularity? or stars, and strings? The mob's applauses, or the gift, of kings? Say with what 2 eyes we ought, at courts, to gaze, If weak the 3 pleasure that from these can spring, 6 Go then, and if you can, admire the state Of beaming diamonds and reflected plate; Ludicra quid, 2 plausus, et amici dona Quiritis, 15 20 25 4 Gaudeat, an doleat; cupiat, metuatne, quid ad rem; Si quidquid vidit melius pejusve sua spe, Defixis oculis, animoque et corpore torpet? 5 Insani sapiens nomen ferat, æquus iniqui; Ultra, quam satis est, virtutem si petat ipsam. I nunc, argentum, et marmor vetus, æraque et artes |