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Prizes like these Oppressors might invite,
Thele 13 Dolabella's Rapine did excite,
Thesc 13 Anthony for his own Theft thought fit,
13 Verres for these did Sacrilege commit ;
And when their Reigns were ended, Ships full fraught
The hidden Fruits of their Exaction brought,
Which made in Peace a Treasure richer far,
Than what is Plunder'd in the Rage of War.
This was of Old; but our Conted'rates now
Have nothing left but Oxen for the Plough,
Or some few Mares reserv'd alone for Breed;
Yet last this provident Design fucceed,
They drive the Father of the Herd away,
Making both Stallion, and his Pasture, Prey.
Their Rapine is fo abject and propbane,
They nor from Trifles, nor from Gods retrain ;
But the poor Lares from the Niches seizo,
If they be little Images that please.
Such are the Spoils which now provoke their Theft,
And are the greatest, Nay they're all that's left.
Thus may 14 you 's Corinth; or weak Rhodes opprefs,
Who dare not bravely what they feel redress :
(For how can Fops thy Tyranny controul,
• Smooth Limbs are Symptoms of a servile Soul)
But Trespass not too far on sturdy Spain,
Sclavonia, Franoe; thy Gripes from those restrain,
Who with their r6 Sweat Rome's Luxury maintain,
And send us Plenty, while our wanton Day
Is lavish'd at the Circus, or the Play.
For, Mou'd you to Extortion be inclin'd,
Your Cruel Guilt will little Booty findo
1 Proconsuls of Asia and Places were Effémiaate, and Sicily.
casy to be enfav’d. 14. Returning to Ponticus. 16. The People of Africky as Tbc Inhabitants of these.! who supply'd Rome with Core
Since gleaning '7 Marius has already seiz'd
All that from Sun-burnt Africk can be squeez’d.
But above all, “ Be careful to with-hold
* Your Tallons from the Wretched and the Bold;
" Tempt not the Brave and Needy to Despair ;.
" For, tho' your Violence shou'd leave 'em barc
* Of Gold and Silver, Swords and Darts remain,
* And will revenge the Wrongs which they fustaia .
“ The Plundred ftill have Arms.-
Think not thc Precept I have here laid down
A fond, uncertain Notion of my own ;.
No, 'cis a Sibyl's Leaf what I relates
As fixt and fure, as the Decrecs of Fate.
Let none but Men of Honour you attend '; .
Chuse him that has moft Virtue for your Friends
And give no way to any Darling Youth
To sell your Favour, and pervert the Truth.
Reclaim your Wife from Itroling up and dowa,
To all Allizes, and through ev'ry Town,
With Claws like Harpies, eager for the Prey,
(For which your Justice, and your Fame will pay.)
Keep your self free from Scandals such as these;
Then trace your Birth from 18 Picus, if you pleasc:
If he's too Modern, and your Pride aspire
To seek the Author of your Being higher,
Chuse any Titan who the Gods with tood,
To be the Founder of your antient Blood,
Prometheus, and that Race before the Floode
Or any other Story you can find
From Heralds, or in Poets, to your Mind.
But shou'd you prove Ambitious, Lustful, Vain; Os cou'd you see with Pleasure and Disdain, Rods broke on our Affociates bleeding Backs, hod-Heads-men lab'ring till they blunt their ax:. u Marius Priscus, Thc fift King of the Latines.
Your Father's Glory will your Sin proclaim,
And to a clearer Light expose your Shame;
“ For, ftill more publick Scandal Vice extends,
" As he is Great and Noble who offends.
How dare 19you then your high Extraction plead?
Yet blush not when you go to forge a Deed,
In the same Temple which your Grandfire built;
Making his Statue privy to the Guilt.
Or in a Bawdy Mafquerade are led
Muffled by Night to some polluted Bed.
Fat Lateranus does his Revels keep
Where his Fore-fathers peaceful Afhes sleeps
Driving himself a Chariot down the Hill,
And (tho'a Conful) links himself the Wheel:
To do him Justice, 'tis indeed by Night,
Yet the Moon fees, and ev'ry smaller Light
Pries as a Witness of the shameful sight:
Nay when his Year of Honour's ended, soon
He'll leave that Nicety, and mount at Noon;
Nor blush fhou'd he fome Grave Acquaintance meet,
But, (proud of beiog known) will jerk and Greet:
And when his Fellow-Beasts are weary grown,
He'll play the Groom, give Oats, and rub 'em down.
If after 20 Numa's Ceremonial way
He at Jove's Altar wou'd a Victim nay,
To no clean Goddess be directs his Pray’rs,
But by 11 Hippona molt devoutly Swears,
19 The Poet in this place of the People, first introduced speaks neither to Rubellius nor among them the Fear and Ponticus, but in general to any Worship of the Gods, and inperjur'd or debauch'd Noble- ftituted the Rites and Cere
monies of Priests, Oaths, and 20 Numa Pompilius (the se- Sacrifices. cond King of Rome) the better 21 Hippona was the Goddess to civilize the Savage Humour of Jockies and Horses.
Or some rank Deity, whose filthy Face
We suitably o'er finking Stables place,
When he has run his length, and does begia
To steer his course dire&tly for the Inn,
(Where they have watch'd, expecting him all Night)
A greafie Syrian, ere he can alight,
Presents nim Ellence, while his courteous Host
(Well knowing nothing by good Breeding's lot)
Tags ev'ry Sentence with some fawning Word,
Such as My King, My Prince, at least My Lordi
And a tight Maid, ere he for Wine can ask,
Guesses his Meaning, and unoils the Flask.
Some (Friends to Vice) induftrioudly defend
These innocent Diversions, and pretend
That I the Tricks of Youth too roughly blame,
Alledging that, when young, we did the same.
I grant we did; yet when that Age was past,
The frolick Humour did no longer last;
We did not cherish and indulge the Crime:
What's foul in acting, shou'd be left in time.
'Tis true, some faults, of course, with Childhood end,
We therefore wink at Wags when they offend,
And spare the Boy, in hopes the Man may mend.
But Lateranus (now his vig'rous, Age
Shou'd prompt him for his Country to engage,
The Circuit of our Empire to extend,
And all our Lives, in Cefar's, to defend)
Mature in Riots, places his Delight
All day in plying Bumpers, and at night
Reels to the Bawds, over whose Doors are set
Pictures and Bills, with Here are Whores to let.
Shou'd any desperate unexpected Fate,
Summon all Heads and Hands to guard the State,
Cæfar, send quickly to secure the 22 Port;
But where's the General ? Where does be resort?
22 Oftia, the Mouth of the River Tyber,
Send to the Sutler's; there you are sure to find
The Bully match'd with Rascals of his kind,
Quacks, Coffin-makers; Fugitives and Sailors;
Rooks, Common Soldiers, Hangmen, Thieves and Tailors;
With Cbyele's Priests, who, weary'd with Processions,
Drink there, and deep with Knaves of all Professions,
A Friendly Gang! each equal to the best;
And all, who can, have liberty to jest:
Onc Flaggon walks the round, (that none thoud think
They either change, or ftipt him of his Driok)
And left Exceptions may for Place be found,
Their Stools are all alike, their Table round.
What think you, Ponticus, your self might do,
Shou'd any Slave, fo lewd, belong to you?
No doubt, you'd send the Rogue in Fetters bound
To work in Bridewell
, or to Plough your Ground:
But, Nobles, you who trace your Birth from Troj,
Think, you the great Prerogative enjoy
Of doing II, by vertue of that Race;
As if what we esteem in Coblers basc,
Wou'd the high Family of Brutus grace.
Shameful are these Examples, yet we find
(To Rome's Disgrace) far worse than these behind,
Poor Damafippus, whom we once have known
Flute'ring with Coach and fix about the Town,
Is forc'd to make the Stage his last Retreat,
And Pawns his Voice, the All he has, for Meat;
For now he mult (since his Etate is loft)
Or represent, or be himself, a Ġhoft:
And Lentulus Aas Hanging with such Art,
Were I a Judge, he shou'd not Feign the Part.
Nor wou'd I their vile Infolence acquit,
Who can with Patience, nay Diversion, fit,
Applauding my Lord's Buffoonry for Wit.
And clapping Farces acted by the Court,
While the Peers Cuff, to make the Rabble sport :