In vain, O Rome! thou doft thy Conquest boast
Beyond the Orcades fhort-nighted Coaft,
Since free the conquer'd Provinces remain
From Crimes that thy Imperial City stain:
Yet Rumour speaks, if we may credit Fame,
Of one Armenian Youth, who fince he came
Has learn'd the impious Trade; and does exceed
The lewdeft Pathicks of our Roman Breed.
Bleffings of Commerce! he was fent, 'tis said,
For Breeding hither: And he's fairly bred.
Fly Foreign Youths from our polluted Streets,
And, ere unmann'd, regain your Native Seats,
Left, while for Traffick, here too long you stay,
You learn at laft to trade th' Italian way;
And, with curs'd Merchandise returning home,
Stock all your Country with the 13 Figs of Rome.

13 Emrods, call'd in Latin, Ficus.

JUVENAL.

THE

THIRD SATYR.

By Mr. DRYDEN.

The ARGUMEN T..

The Story of this Satyr Speaks it felf. Umbritius, the Suppos'd Friend of Juvenal, and himself a Poet, is leaving Rome, and retiring to Cuma. Our Author accompanies him out of Town. Before they take leave of each other, Umbritius tells his Friend the Reafons which oblige him to lead a private Life, in an obfcure Place. He complains that an honeft Man cannot get his Bread at Rome. That none but Flaterers make their Fortunes there: That Grecians and other Foreigners raife themselves by thofe fordid Arts which he defcribes, and against which he bitterly inveighs. He reckons up the feveral Inconveniencies which arife from a City life; and the many Dangers which attend it. Upbraids the Noblemen with Covetousnefs, for not Rewarding good Poets; and ar raigns the Government for starving them. The great Art of this Satyr is particularly shown, in Common Places; and drawing in as many Vices, as could naturally fall into the compass of it.

Griev'd

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Riev'd tho' I am an ancient Friend to lofe,
I like the folitary Seat he chose:

In quiet Cuma fixing his Repose:
Where, far from noifie Rome fecure he lives,
And one more Citizen to Sybil gives.
The Road to Baja, and that foft Recess
Which all the Gods with all their Bounty bless.
Tho' I in 3 Prochyta with greater Ease
Cou'd live, than in a Street of Palaces.
What Scene fo Defart, or so full of Fright,
As tow'ring Houses tumbling in the Night,
And Rome on fire beheld by its own blazing Light?
But worse than all the clatt'ring Tiles; and worse
Than thousand Padders, is the Poet's Curse.
Rogues that 4 in Dog-days cannot Rhime forbear:
But without Mercy read, and make you hear.
Now while my Friend, just ready to depart,
Was packing all his Goods in one poor Cart;
He stopp'd a little at the Conduit-Gate,
Where 5 Numa modell'd once the Roman State,
In mighty Councils with his Nymph retir'd:
Tho' now the facred Shades and Founts are hir'd
By banish'd Jews, who their whole Wealth can lay
In a fmall Basket, on a Wifp of Hay;

1 Cume, a small City in Campania, near Puteoli, or Puzzolo, as it is call'd. The Habitation of the Cumaan Sybil.

2 Baja; another little Town in Campania, near the Sea: A pleafant Place.

3 Prochyta: A fmall Barren

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in Juvenal's time, us'd to rehearfe their Poetry in August.

5 Numa. The fecond King of Rome; who made their Laws, and Inftituted their Religion.

6 Nymph. Egeria, a Nymph, or Goddess, with whom Numa

Inland belonging to the King-feign'd to converse by Night;

dom of Naples.

4 In Dog-Days, The Poets

and to be inftructed by her in modelling his Superftitions.

Yet