it: The meaning is, that God | What I had forgotten before,

is pleas'd with the pure and spotless Heart of the Offerer; and not with the Riches of the Offering. Laberius in the Fragments of his Mimes, has a Verse like this: Puras, Deus, non plenas afpicit manus.--- |

in its due place, I must here tell the Reader, That the first half of this Satyr was tranf lated by one of my Sons, now in Italy; but I thought fo well of it, that I let it pass without any Alteration.

PER

PERSIUS

THE

THIRD SATYR.

By Mr. DRYDEN.

The ARGUMENT.

Our Author has made two Satyrs concerning Study; the Firft and the Third; The First related to Men; This to Young Students, whom he defir'd to be Educated in the Stoick Philofophy: He himself fuftains the Perfon of the Mafter, or Præceptor, in this admirable Satyr. Where he upbraids the Youth of Sloth, and Negligence in Learning. Yet he begins with one Scholar reproaching his Fellow Students with late rifing to their Books. After which he takes upon him the other part of the Teacher. And addressing himself particularly to Young Noblemen, tells them, That, by reason of their High Birth, and the Great Poffeffions of their Fathers, they are careless of adorning their

Minds with Precepts of Moral Philofophy: And witbal, inculcates to them the Miferies which will attend them in the whole course of their Life, if they do not apply themselves betimes to the Knowledge of Virtue, and the End of their Creation, which he pathetically infinuates to them. The Title of this Satyr, in fome ancient Manufcripts, was The Reproach of Idlenefs; tho' in others of the Scholiafts, 'tis infcrib'd, Against the Luxury and Vices of the Rich. In both of which the Intention of the Poet is purfu'd; but principally in the former.

Iremember I Tranflated this Satyr, when I was a King's -Scho lar at Westminster-School, for a Thursday-Night's Exercise ;. and believe that it, and many other of my Exercises of this Nature, in English Verse, are still in the Hands of my Learned Mafter, the Reverend Doctor Busby.

S this thy daily Courfe? The glaring Sun

Is

Breaks in at ev'ry Chink: The Cattle run.
To Shades, and Noon-tide Rays of Summer fhun,
Yet plung'd in Sloth we lie; and fnore supine,
As fill'd with Fumes of undigested Wine.
This grave Advice fome fober Student bears;
And loudly rings it in his Fellow's Ears.
The yawning Youth, fcarce half awake, effays
His lazy Limbs and dozy Head to raife :
Then rubs his gummy Eyes, and fcrubs his Pate;
And cries, I thought it had not been fo late:
My Cloaths, make hafte: Why when! If none be near,
He mutters first, and then begins to swear :
And brays aloud, with a more clam'rous Note,
Than an Arcadian Afs can ftretch his Throat.