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IN IMITATION OF THE

THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL.

Written in 1738.

Quis ineptæ
Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat le? Juv.

'Tho' grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
When injur’d Thales bids the town farewell,
Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend,
I praise the hermit, but regret the friend,
Resolv'd at length, from vice and LONDON far,
To breathe in distant fields a purer air,
And, fix'd on Cambria's folitary shore,
Give to St. David one true Briton more.

? For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand ?

JUV. Sat. III.
• Quamvis digreffu veteris confufus amici ;
Laudo, tamen, vacuis quod fedem figere Cumis
Deftinet, atque unum civem donare Sibyllæ.

Ego vel Prochytam præpono Suburræ,
Nam quid tam miserum, tam folum vidimus, ut non
Deterius credas horrere incendia, lapsus
Tectorum afliduos, & mille pericula faeva
Urbis, & Augufto recitantes mense poetas?
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There

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There none are swept by sudden fate away,
But all, whoin hunger spares, with age decay:
Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire,
And now a rabble rages, now a fire ;
Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay,
And here the fell attorney prowls for prey ;
Here falling houses thunder on your head,
And here a female Atheist talks you dead.

3 While THALES waits the wherry that contains
Of dissipated wealth the small remains,
On Thames's banks, in filent thought we stood
Where Greenwich smiles upon the silver flood;
Struck with the seat that gave ELIZA * birth,
We kneel, and kiss the consecrated earth;
In pleasing dreams the blissful age renew,
And call Britannia's glories back to view;
Behold her cross triumphant on the main,
The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spain,
Ere masquerades debauch’d, excife oppress’d,
Or English honour grew a standing jest.

A transient calm the happy scenes bestow,
And for a moment lull the sense of woe.
At length awaking, with contemptuous frown,
Indignant Thales eyes the neighb’ring town.

* Since worth, he cries, in these degenerate days Wants ev’n the cheap reward of empty praise ;

3 Sed, dum tota domus rhedâ componitur unâ, Substitit ad veteres arcus.

4 Hic tunc Umbritius : Quando artibus, inquit, honeftis Nullus in urbe locus, nulla emolumenta laborum, Res hodie minor eft, heri quam fuit, atque eadem cras Deteret exiguis aliquid : proponimus illuc Ire, fatigatas ubi Dædalus exuit alas; Dum nova canities. * Queen Elizabeth, born at Greenwich.

In those curs'd walls, devote to vice and gain,
Since unrewarded science toils in vain ;
Since hope but sooths to double my distress,
And every moment leaves my little less ;
While yet my steady steps no 5 staff sustains,
And life ftill vig'rous revels in my veins;
Grant me, kind Heaven, to find some happier place,
Where honesty and sense are no disgrace;
Some pleasing bank where verdant ofiers play,
Some peaceful vale with Nature's paintings gay;
Where once the harass’d Briton found repote,
And safe in poverty defy'd his foes ;
Some secret cell, ye Pow'rs, indulgent give,

live here, for has learn'd to live.
Here let those reign, whom pensions can incite
To vote a patriot black, a courtier white;
Explain their country's dear-bought rights away,
And plead for * pirates in the face of day;
With Navish tenets taint our poison'd youth,
And lend a lie the confidence of truth.

7 Let such raise palaces, and manors buy,
Collect a tax, or farin a lottery ;
With warbling eunuchs fill our f filenc'd stage,
And lull to servitude a thoughtless age.

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6 Cedamus patriâ : vivant Arturius istic Et Catullus : maneant qui nigra in candida vertunt.

7 Queis facile eft ædem conducere, fumina, portus, Siccandam eluviem, portandum ad busta cadaver.Munera nunc edunt.

* The invasions of the Spaniards were defended in the houses of parliament. + The licenfing act was then lately made. B 3

Heroes, Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride shall hold? What check restrain your thirst of pow'r and gold? Behold rebellious virtue quire o'erthrown, Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives, your own.

To such, the plunder of a land is giv'n,
When publick crimes inflame the wrath of Heav'n:
* But what, my friend, what hope remains for me,
Who start at theft, and blush at perjury?
Who scarce forbear, tho'Britain's court he fing,
To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing;
A statesman's logick unconvinc'd can hear,
And dare to slumber o'er the * Gazetteer;
Despise a fool in half his pension dress’d,
And strive in vain to laugh at Clodio's jest.

9 Others with softer smiles, and subtler art,
Can fap the principles, or taint the heart;
With more address a lover's note convey,
Or bribe a virgin's innocence away.
Well may they rise, while I, whose rustick tongue
Ne'er knew to puzzle right, or varnish wrong,
Spurn'd as a beggar, dreaded as a spy,
Live unregarded, unlamented die.

10 For what but social guilt the friend endears? Who shares Orgilio's crimes, his fortune shares.

8 Quid Romæ faciam? mentiri nefcio: librum, Si malus eft, nequeo laudare & pofcere.

Ferre ad nuptam quæ mittit adulter, Quæ mandat norint alii; me nemo ministro Fur erit, atque ideo nulli comes exeo.

10 Quis nunc diligitur nisi conscius ? Carus erit Verri, qui Verrem tempore, quo vult, Accufare poteft.

* The paper which at that time contained apologies for the court.

But

11 But thou, should tempting villainy present
All Marlb'rough hoarded, or all Villiers spent,
Turn from the glittring bribe thy scornful eye,
Nor sell for gold, what gold could never buy,
The peaceful Number, self-approving day,
Unsullied fame, and conscience ever gay.

1. The cheated nation's happy fav'rites, see!
Mark whom the great caress, who frown on me!
LONDON ! the needy villain's gen’ral home,
The common-fewer of Paris and of Rome;
With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,
Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
Forgive my transports on a theme like this,
13 I cannot bear a French metropolis.

14 Illustrious EDWARD! from the realms of day,
The land of heroes and of faints survey;
Nor hope the British lineaments to trace,
The rustick grandeur, or the surly grace;
But, loft in thoughtless ease and empty show,
Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau ;
Sense, freedom, piety, refin'd away,
Of France the mimick, and of Spain the prey.

All that at home no more can beg or steal, Or like a gibbet better than a wheel;

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Tanti tibi non fit opaci
Omnis arena Tagi, quodque in mare volvitur aurum,
Ut somno careas.

12 Quæ nunc divitibus gens acceptiffima noftris, Et quos præcipue fugiam, properabo fateri.

13 — Non poilum ferre, Quirites, Græcam urbem.

14 Rufticus ille tuus fumit trechedipna, Quirine, Et ceromatico fert niceteria collo.

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