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Prendit Amicus inops: Remque om wreck'd Person carried on his 292 PERSIU S. SAT. VI. Where, deftitute of Help, forlorn and bare, He wearies the Deaf Gods with Fruitless Pray'r. Their Images, the Relicks of the Wrack, Torn from the naked Poop, are tided back By the wild Waves, and rudely thrown afhore, Lie impotent; nor can themselves restore. The Vessel sticks, and Mews her open'd Side, And on her shatter'd Mast the Mews in Triumph ride: Arom 5thy new Hope, and from thy growing Store, Now lend Assistance, and relieve the Poor. Come; do a Noble Ad of Charity: A Pirtance of thy Land will set him free. Let him not bear the Badges of a Wreck, Nor 6 beg with a blue Table on his Back : Nor tell me that thy frowning Heir will say, 'Tis mine that Wealth thou squander'it thus away i What is't to thee, if he neglect thy Urn, Or, without Spices lets thy Body burn?

If in two or three of these Verses, s From thy new Hope, &c. The which seem to be written in his Latin is, Nunc ob de Cespite vivo, Style ; certain it is, that be- frange aliquid. Casaubon only.ope fides this Description of a ship- pores the cefpes virus, which, wreck, and two Lines more, Word for Word, is the living which are at the end of the Se- Torf, to the Harvest or Annual cond Satyr, ous Poet has writ- Income : I suppose the Poet ra. ten nothing Elegantly. I will ther means, sell a piece of Land therefore Transcribe both the already fown, and give the Mo. Pálsages to justifie my Opinion. ny of it to my Fricod who The following are the last verfes has lost all by Shipwreck: That saving one of the Second Satyr. is, do not ftay 'till thou haft Compofitum jus, fafque animi; fanc- Reap'd; but help him immediSzofque recessus.

ately as his Wants require. Mentis, di incoétum generoso pe&tus 6 Nor beg with a blue Table, &c. bonefto :

Holiday Translates it a Green The others are those in this pre- Table: The Sense is the fame; fent Satyr, which are fujoyn’d: for the Table was painted of the

Traberupta, Bruttia Saxa Sea Colour ; which the shipnem, furdaque vota,

back, expressing his Losses there. Condidit lonió : Jacet ipse in Lit- by, to excite the Charity of the fort ; & una

Spectators. Ingenses de puppe Dei : Jamque 7. Or without Spices, &c. The obvia Mergis

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If Odours to thy Ashes he refuse,
Or buys corrupted Callia from the Jews ?
All these, the wiser Bestius will reply,
Are empty Pomp, and Deadmen's Luxury:
We never knew this vain Expence, before
Th'effeminated Grecians brought it o'er :
Now Toys and Trifles from their Athens come ;
And Dates and Pepper have unsincw'd Rome.
Our sweating Hinds their Sallads, now, defile,
Infecting homely Herbs with fragrant Oil.
But, to thy Fortune be not thou a Slave ;
For what hast thou to fear beyond the Grave?
And thou who gap'ít for my Estate, draw near ;
For I wou'd whisper fomewhat in thy Ear.
Hear'lt thou the News, my Friend? th’ Express is como
With laurelld Letters from the Camp to Rome :
Cæfar 8 salutes the Queen and Senate thus:
My Arms are on the Rhine Victorious.
From Mourning Altars sweep the Dust away :
Cease Fafting, and proclaim a fat Thanksgiving Day.

were burnt, were embalm'd with, Germans, whom he never ConSpices; or rather Spices were quer'd, as he did over the Britains; put into the Urn, with the Re. and accordingly fent Letters licks of the Ales. Our Author wrapt about with Laurels, to the here names Cinnamon and Cassia, Senate, and the Empress Cæfonia, which Callia was sophisticated whom í here call Queen; though with Cherry-Gum : And probably I know that Name was not us'd enough by the Jews, who adul- amongst the Romans : But the terate all things which they sell. Word Empress wou'd not stand in But whether the Ancients were that Verfe ; for which reason I acquainted with the Spices of adjourn'd it to another. The Dust the Molucca Islands, Ceylon and which was co be swept away from other parts of the Indies ; or the Altars,' was either the Ashes whether their pepper and Cinna. which were left there, after the mon &c. were the same with last Sacrifice for Vi&tory; or ours, is another Question. As might perhaps mean the Duft oL for Nutmegs and Mace, 'tis plain, Ahes, which were left on the that the Latin Names of them Altars, fince some former Deare Modern.

teat of the Romans, by the Ger. & Cæfar salutes, &c. The Cafar mans: After which Overthrow,

here mention'dis Caius Caligula, the Altars had been negle&ed. en who affected to Triumph over the


The 9 goodly Empress, Jollily inclin'd,
Is, to the welcome Bearer, wondrous kind :
And, setting her good Housewifry alide,
Prepares for all the Pageantry of Pride.
The lo Captive Germans, of Gygantick Size,
Are rank'd in Order, and are clad in Frize:
The Spoils of Kings, and conquer'd Camps we boaft,
Their Arms in Trophies hang on the triumphal Poft,

Now, for so many Glorious Actions done
In Foreign Parts, and mighty Battels won;
For Peace at Home, and for the Publick Wealth,
I mean to Crown a Bowl to Cæsar's Healtb :
Besides, in Gratitude for such high Matters.
Know " I have vow'd two hundred Gladiators.
Say, wou'dlt thou hinder me from this Expeace ?
1 dilinherit thee, if thou dar'ít take Offence.
Yet more, a publick Largess 1 design
Of Oil and Pies, to make che People dine:
Controul me not, for fear I change my Will.

And yet methinks I hear thee grumbling still,
You give as if you were the Persian King;
Your Land does no. fo large Revenues bring.
Well; on my Terms thou wilt not be my Heir ?
If thou car'lt little less Thall be my

Care :
Were none of all my Father's Sisters left;
Nay, were 1 of my Mother's Kin bereft;.
None by an Uncle's or a Grandame's fide,
Yet I cou'd fome adopted Heir provide.

9 Cafonia, Wife to Caius Calia I press Cloath'd new, with coule gula, who afterwards, in the Garmients, for the greater O* Reign of Claudius, was propo- ftentation of the Vi&ory: fed, but ineffe&ually, to be 11 Know, I have vow'd Two marry'd to him, after he had hundred Gladiators. A hundred executed Meffalina for Adultery. pair of Gladiacors, were beyond

10 The Captive Germans, &c. thic Pusse of any private Mao to He means only such as were to give : Therefore this is only : pass fos Germans in the Tri-threarning to his Heir, that he umph: Large Body'd Men, as could do what he pleas'd wish shcy are fill, whom she Em his Estate,

I need but take my Journey half a Day
From baughty Rome, and at Aricea stay,
Where Fortune throws poor Manius in my way.
Him will I chufe: What him, of humble Birth,
Obfcure, a Foundling, and a Son of Earth?
Obscure! Why pr’ychee what am I? I know
My Father, Grandfire, and great Grandfire too:
If farther I derive my Pedigree,
I can but guess beyond the fourth Degree.
The rest of my forgotten Ancestors,
Were Sons of Earth, like him, or Sons of Whores:

Yet why wou'dit chou, old covetous Wretch, aspire
To be my Heir, who might't have been my Sire?
In Nature's Race, shou'art thou demand of me
My 2 Torch, when I in courfe run after chec?

Think I approach thee, like the God of Gain,
With Wings on Head and Heels, as Poets feign:
Thy mod'rate Fortune from my Gift receive ;
Now fairly take it, or as fairly leave.
But take it as it is, and ask no more.
What, when thou haft embezzelld all thy Store ?
Where's all thy Father left ? 'Tis true, I grant,
Some I have mortgag'd, to supply my Want:
The Legacies of Tadius too are flown;
All spent, and on the self-fame Errand gone.
How little then to my poor Share will fall ?
Little indeed but

yet that little's all.
Nor tell me, in a dying Father's Tone,
Be careful Aill of the main Chance, my Son;
Put out the Principal

, in trusty Hands:
Live on the Use ; and never dip thy Lands:
But yet what's left for me? What's left, my Friend!
Ask that again, and all the rest I fpend.

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12 Show'df ebon demand of me, who am much Younger? He who my Torch, &c. Why nou'dit thou, was first, in the Course, or Race, who art an old Fellow, hope to deliver'd' the Torch, which he Quer live me, and be my Heis,' carry?d, to him who was Seconds

Is not my Fortune at my own Command ?
Pour Oil ; and pour it with a plenteous Hand
Upon my Sallads, Boy: Shall I be fed
With fodden Nettles, and a fiog'd Sow's Head?
'Tis Holy-day; provide me better Cheer ;
'Tis Holy-day, and shall be around the Year.
Shall I my Houshold Gods and Genius cheat,
To make him rich, who grudges me my Meat ?
That he may loll at ease ; and pamper'd high,
When I am laid, may feed on Giblet Pie ?
And when his throbbing Luft extends tbe Vein,
Have wherewithal his Whores to entertain?
Shall I in homespun Cloth be clad, that he
His Paunch in Triumph may before him see.

Go Miser, go; for Lucre fell thy Soul ;
Truck Wares for Wares, and trudge from Pole to Pole :
That Men may fay, when thou art dead and gone,
See what a vat Estate he left bis Son!
How large a Family of Brawny Knaves,
Well fed, and fat as 13 Cappadocian Slaves !
Encrease thy Wealth, and double all thy Store;.
'Tis done: Now double that, and swell the Score ;
To ev'ry Thousand, add Ten Thousand more,
Then say, 14 Chrysippus, thou who wou'dft confine
Thy Heap, where I shall put an end to mine.


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13 Well fed, and fat as Cappado- Chryfippus the Stoick invented a sian Slaves: Who were famous kind of Argument, consisting of for their Lustiness; and being, more than three Propositions; as we call it, in good Liking, which is call'd Sorites, or a Heap. They were set on a Stall when But as Chryfipppus could never they were expos'd to Sale, to bring his Propositions to a certhew the good Habit of their Bo- cain Atint ; so neither can a covedy, and made to play Tricks be- tous Man bring his craving De. fore the Buyers, to thew their fires to any certain Measure of A&ivity and Strength.

Riches, beyond which, he could 14 Then say, Chryfippus, &c. I not wish for any more,

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