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Onę was our Labour, one was our Repose,
One frugal Supper did our Studies close.
Sure on our Birth some friendly Planet shone;
And, as our o Souls, our Horoscope was one:
Whether the 7 mounting Twins did Heav'n adorn,
Or, with the rising 8 Ballance, we were born;
Both have the same Impresions from above;
And both have 9 Saturn's Rage, repelld by foue.
What Star I know not, but some Star I find,
Has giv'n Thec an Ascendant o’er may
Carn. Nature is ever various in her Frame:
Each has a different Will; and few the fame:
The greedy, Merchants, led by Lucre, run
To the parch'd Indies, and the rising Sun;
From thence hot Pepper, and rich Drugs they bear,
Bart'ring for Spices, their Italian Ware;
The lazy Glutton safe at home will keep,
Indulge his Sloth, and batten with his Sleep :-
One bribes for high Preferments in the States
A second shakes the Box, and sits up.late:
Another shakes the Bed, diffolving there,
Till Knots upon his Gouty Joints appear,
And Chalk is in his Crippled Fingers found;
Rots like a Doddard Oak, and piecemeal falls to ground.
Then, his lewd Follies he wou'd late repent;
And his past Years, that in a Mift were Spent.
6 Aftrologers divide the 7 The Sign of Gemini. Heaven into Twelve Parts, ac : The Sign of Libra. cording to the Namber of the. 9. Astrologers have an Axo Twelve Signs of the Zodiack : iom, that whatsoever Saturn The Sign or Constellation (ties, is loos’d by Jupiter : which rises in the East, at the They account Saturn to be a Birth of any Man, is call's Planet of a Malevolent Nathe Ascendant: Persiustherefore ture, and Jupiter of a Progi, judges, that Cornutus and he had tiqus Influence the fame, or a like Nativity,
Pers. But thou art pale, in nightly Studies, grown,
To make the 10 Stoick Institutes thy own:
Thou long with Audious Care haft till’d our Youth,
And fown our well-purg'd Ears with wholfome Truth..
From the both old and young, with profit, learn
The Bounds of Good and Evil to discern.
Corn. Unhappy be who does this work adjourn,
And to To-morrow wou'd the search delay:
His lazy morrow will be like to-day.
Pers. But is one Day of Ease too much to borrow?
Corn. Yes, fure : For Yesterday was once To-morrow
That Yesterday is gone, and nothing gaio'd:
And all thy fruitless Days will thus be drain'd;
For thou hast more Tomorrows yet to Ask,
And wilt be ever to begin thy Task;
Who, like the hindmost Chariot-Wheels are curft,
Still to be near, but ne'er to reach the first.
O Freedom! first Delight of Human Kind!
Not that which Bondmen from their Masters find, ;.
The 11 Privilege of Doles; nor yet t’infcribe
Their Names in 12 this or t' other Roman Tribe :
That false Enfranchisement with ease is found:
Slaves are 13 made Citizens by turning round.
10 Zeno was the Great Ma- 12 The Roman People was Ater of the Stoick Philosophy ; diftributed into several Tribes: and Cicanthes was second to He who was made free was inhim in Reputation : Cornutus, rolled into some one of them, who was Master or Tutor to and thereupon enjoy'd the Persius was of the lame School. comnion Privileges of a Rom
Ii When a Slave was made man Citizen, free, he had the Privilege of 13 The Master, whọ intendo a Roman Born; which was to ed to infranchise a Slave, carhave a Share in the Donatives ried him before the City Præor Doles of Bread, Gc. which tor, and turn'd him round, were distributed by the Magi- using these Words; I willthas Brates amongst the People, thus Man be frose
How, replies one, can any be more free?
Here's Dama, once a Groom of low Degree,
Not worth a Farthing, and a Sot beside;
So true a Rogue, for Lying's fake he lyd:
But, with a turn, a Freeman he became;
Now 14 Marcus Dama is his Worship’s Name.
Good Gods! who wou'd refuse to lend a Sum,
If wealthy Marcus Surety will become!
Marcus is made a Judge, and for a Proof
Of cerrain Truth, He said it, is çaough.
A Will is to be prov'd; put in your
"Tis clear, if 15 Marcus has subscrib'd his Name.
This is 16 true Liberty, as I believe;
What can we farther from our Caps receive,
Than as we please without controul to live?
Not more to. 17 Noble Brutus cou'd belong.
Hold, says the Stoick, your Affumption's wrong
I grant trile Freedom you have well definid :
But, living as you list, and to your Mind,
And loosely tack'd, all must be left behind.
What, since the Prætor did my Fetters loose,
And left me freely at my own disporr,
May I not live without Controul and Awe,
Excepting still the 18 Letter of the Law?
14 Slaves had only one in Sign of their Liberty. Name before their Freedom: 17 Brutus freed the Roman. After it, they were admitted people from the Tyranny of to a Pranomen, like our Chri- the Tarquins, and chang'd the , fian Names : So Dama, is Form of the Government innow call'd Marcus Dama,
to a glorious Common-wealth.. Is At the, Proof of a Te. 13 The Text of the Roman ftament, the Magistrates were Laws, was written in Red Leto: to subscribe their names, as cers, which was called the Ru.. allowing the Legality of the brick; translated here, in more Will.
general Words, The Letter of 16 Slaves, when they were the Law, set ftec, had a Cap given them.
Hear me with Patience, while thy Mind I free
From those fond Notions of false Liberty :
'Tis not the Prætor's Province to bestow
True Freedom ; nor to teach Mankind to know
What to our selves, or to our Friends, we owe.
He cou'd not set thee free from Cares and Strife,
Nor give the Reins to a lewd vicious Life:
As well he for an Ass a Harp might ftring,
Which is against the Reason of the things
For Reason fill is whisp'ring in your Ear,
Where you are furc to fail, th’Attempt forbear.
No need of Publick Sanctions, this to bind,
Which Nature has implanted in the Mind:
Not to pursue the work, to which we're not designd:
Unskill'd in Hellebore, if thou shou’dt try
To mix it,, and mistake the Quantity,
The Rules of Physick wou'd against thee cry.
The high-fhood Ploughman, shou'd he quit the Land,
To take the Pilot's Rudder in his hand,
Artless of Stars, and of the moving Sand;
The Gods wou'd leave him to the Waves and Wind,
And think all Shame was lost in Human Kind.
Tell me, my Friend, from whence hadft thou the skill,
So nicely to distinguish Good from IN?
Or by the sound to judge of Gold and Brass,
What Piece is Tinkers Metal, what will pass?
And what thou art to follow, what to fly,
This to condemn, and that to ratifie?
When to be bountiful, and when to spare,
But never Craving, or oppress’d with Care?
The Baits of Gifts, and Money to despise,
And look on Wealth with undefiring Eyes ?
When thou canst truly call these Virtues thine,
Be wise and free, by Heav'n's Consent, and mine.
But thou, who lately of the common ftrain, Wer't one of us, if still thou do'st retain
The same ill Habits, the famc Follies too,
Gloss'd over only with a Saint-like Show,
Then I resume the Freedom which I gave,
Still thou art bound to Vice, and still a Slave,
Thou can'ít not wag thy Finger, or begin
The least light Motion, but it tends to Sin.
How's this? Not wag my Finger, he replies?
No, Friend; nor fuming Gums, nor Sacrifice,
Can ever make a Madman free, or wise.
Virtue and 19 Vice are never in one Soul:
" A Man is wholly Wife, or wholly is a Fool.
Ą heavy Bumkin, taught with daily Care,
Can never dance three steps with a becoming Air.
Pers. In spight of this, my Freedom Aill remains.
Corn. Free, what, and fetter'd with so many Chains ?
Can'lt thou no other Mafter understand
Than 25 him that free'd thee by the Prætor's Wand?
Shou'd be, who was thy Lord, command thee now,
With a harsh Voice, and supercilious Brow,
To servile Duties, thou wou'dít fear no more;
The Gallows and the Whip are out of door.
But if thy Passions lord is in thy Breast,
Art thou not still a Slave, and stilt oppreft?
Whether alone, or in thy Harlot's Lap,
When thou wou’dst take a lazy Morning's Naps
Up, up, fays Avarice; thou snor'it again,
Stretchest thy Limbs, and yawn's, but all in vain;
19 The Stoicks held this, or Vice, according to them, Paradox, That any one Vice, including all the reft. or notorious Folly, which they 20 The Prætor held a Wand call’d'Madness, hindred a Man in his Hand, with which he from being Virtuous : That a softly struck the Slave on the Man was of a piece, without a Head, when he declared him Mixture ; either wholly Vi. | free, cipus, or Good ; one Yirtic