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As if in Words at length he show'd his Mind :
Thy bad Example made him Sin by Kind.
But who can Youth, let loose to Vice, restrain ?
When once the hard-mouth'd Horse has got the Rein,
He's past thy Pow'r to stop; Young Phaeton,
By the wild Courses of his Fancy drawn,
From East to North, irregularly hurld,
First set on fire himself, and then the World.
Astrologers assure long Life, you say?
Your Son can tell you better much than they,
Your Son and Heir, whose Hopes your Life delay.
Poison will work against the Stars : beware ;
For ev'ry Meal an Antidote prepare:
And let Archigenes fome Cordial bring
Fit for a wealthy Father, or a King.
What Sight more pleasant, in his Publick Shows,
Did ever Prætor on the Stage expose,
Than are such Men as ev'ry Day we see,
Whose chief Mishap, and only Misery
Is to be over-stockil with ready Coin,
Whích now they bring to watchful as Caftor's Shrine;
Since Mars, whom ye the great Revenger call,
Loft his own Helmet, and was stript of all.
'Tis time dull Theatres we shou'd forsake,
When busy Men much more Diversion make.
The Tumblers Gambols fome Delight afford,
No less the nimble Cap'rer on the Cord;
But these are still insipid Stuff to thee,
Coop'd in a Ship, and toss'd upon the Sea.
25 Not that the Shrine was had an Eye to their God as secur’d by the care of the God well as their Monies, lest he Castor, for Juvenal knew their mould be stoln, or unrigged, Godscou'd have no such thing as Mars was. Our Poet calls as Care; but it was lin’d with him watchful Castor jeeringly. a strong Guard of Soldiers,who
Base Wretch, expos’d by thy own covetous Mind
To the deaf Mercy of the Waves and Wind.
The Dancer on the Rope, with doubtful tread,
Gets wherewithal to cloath and buy him Bread,
Nor covets more than Hunger to prevent ;
But nothing less than Millions thee content :
What Shipwrecks and dead Bodies choak the Sea ;
The num'rous Fools that were betray'd by thee !
For at the charming Call of pow'rful Gain,
Whole Fleets equipt appear upon the Main,
And spight of 26 Libyan and 26 Carpathian Gale,
Beyond the limits of known Earth they fail.
A Labour worth the while, at last to brag
(When safe rerurn'd, and with a strutting Bag)
What Finny Sea-Gods thou hast had in view,
More than our lying Poets ever knew.
What several Madnesses in Men appear !
Orestes 27 runs from fancy'd Furies here;
Ajax 28 belabours there an harmless Ox,
And thinks that Agamemnon feels the Knocks.
Nor is indeed that Man less Mad than these,
Who Freights a Ship to venture on the Seas ;
With one frail interpofing Plank to save
From certain Death, rolld on by ev'ry Wave:
26 Libyan and Carpathian | Achilles from him to vlyfes. Gale. The first a South-Weft, But the mistaking Agamem the latter, as we term it at or his Brother Menelaus, Sea, a strong Levant.
for Oxen, or Oxen for them, 27 Orestes, faid to be haunt was not so gross ; for they ed by Furies, for killing his were both famously horn'd: Mother Clytemnestra, the Wife And if Report says true, Ajax of Agamemnon.
need not have fpard Vlyses, 28 Ajax the Son of Telamon, lince Penelope knew which of who ran Mad, because Aga- her Suitors cou'd shoot beft in memnon gave the Armour of her Husband's Bow.
Yet Silver makes him all this Toil embrace,
Silver with Titles stampt, and a dull Monarch's Face.
When gath’ring Clouds o'er-shadow all the Skies,
And shoot quick Lightnings, Weigh, my Boys, he cries:
A Summer's Thunder, foon it will be past !
Yet, bardy Fool, this Night may prove thy last ;
When thou (thy Ship o'er-whelm'd with Waves) shalt be
Forc'd to plunge naked in the raging Sea;
Thy Teeth hard press'd, a Purse full of dear Gold,
The last Remains of all thy Treasure hold.
Whose sacred Hunger, all the Stores that lic
In Yellow 29 Tagus cou'd not satisfy;
Does now in tatter'd Cloaths at some Lane's end
A painted Storm for Charity extend.
With Care and Trouble great Estates we gain ;
When got, we keep 'em with more Care and Pain.
Rich 3° Licinus his Servants ready stand,
Each with a Water-Bucket in his Hand,
Keeping a Guard, for fear of Fire, all Night;
Yet Licinus is always in a Fright.
His curious Statues, Amber-Works, and Plate,
Still fresh encreasing Pangs of Mind create.
The 3' naked Cynick's Jar ne'er fames ; if broken
Tis quickly fodder'd, or a new bespoken.
When Alexander first beheld the Face
Of the great Cynick, in that narrow space ;
29 Tagus, a River in Spain, them. said to be full of Gold Sand. 30 Somc noted rich Man i This Tagus has lost its good Rome. Qualities time out of Mind, or 31 Naked Cynick: Diogenis the Spaniard has Coin'dit dry : a snarling Dog-Philofophet for now they fetch their Gold (for there have been Dog-phifrom the Indies, and then o- losophers, as well as Pocts in ther Naticus fetch it from | Doggrel.)
His own Condition thus he did lament :
How much more happy thou, that art content
To live within this little Hole, than I
Who after Empire, that vain Quarry, fly;
Grapling with Dangers wherefoe'er I roam,
While thou hast all the Conquer's World at home,
Fortunc a Goddess is to Fools alone,
The Wise are always Masters of their own.
If any ask me what wou'd fatisfy
To make Life easy, thus I wou'd reply:
As much as keeps out Hunger, Thirst, and Cold,
Or what contented 32 Socrates of old:
As much as made wise Epicurus blest,
Who in small Gardens spacious Realms poffeft;
This is what Nature's Wants may well suffice:
He that wou'd more, is covetous, not wise.
But since among Mankind fo few there are
Who will conform to Philofophick Fare ;
Thus much I will indulge thee for thy Ease,
And mingle something of our Times to please :
Therefore enjoy a plentiful Estate,
As much as will a Knight of Rome create
By 33 Roscian Law: And if that will not do,
Double, and take as much as will make Two:
Nay, Three, to satisfy the last Delire:
But if to more than this thou doft aspire ;
32 Socrates and Epicurus, two the People, who made a Law, wise Philosophers, contented That none shou'd fit in the with the bare necessaries of 14 firft Seats of the Theatre, Life : The first of these was unless they were worth 400 esteem'd the best Moral Phi- Seftertiums, per Annum, that losopher, the latter the best is, above 3000 l. of our MoNatural.
nies, and these were eftcem'd 33 Rofcian Law; so call's Noblemen, ipfo fa&to. from Resciss Oibo Tribune of
Believe me, all the Riches of the East,
The Wealth of Cræsus cannot make thee bleft,
The Treasure 34 Claudius to Narcissus gave,
Wou'd make thee, Claudius like, an errant Slave;
Who to obey his mighty Minion's Will,
Did his lov's Empress Meffalina kill.
34 Claudius the fifth Cæsar, Julius and Auguftus, and most who had no better Luck in of the Great Men in Hifto. a wife than his predecessors, I ry.