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 Veffel fticks, and fhews her open'd Side,
And on her shatter'd Maft the Mews in Triumph ride.
Arom 5 thy new Hope, and from thy growing Store,
Now lend Affiftance, and relieve the Poor.
Come; do a Noble A&t of Charity:

A Pittance of thy Land will fet him free.
Let him not bear the Badges of a Wreck,
Nor beg with a blue Table on his Back:
Nor tell me that thy frowning Heir will fay,
"Tis mine that Wealth thou fquander'ft thus away;
What is't to thee, if he neglect thy Urn,
Or, without Spices lets thy Body burn?

7

If

in two or three of thefe Verfes, s From thy new Hope, &c. The which feem to be written in his Latin is, Nunc & de Cefpite vivo, Style; certain it is, that be- frange aliquid. Cafaubon only op fides this Defcription of a Ship- pofes the Cefpes vivus, which, wreck, and two Lines more, Word for Word, is the living which are at the end of the Se- Turf, to the Harveft or Annual cond Satyr, our Poet has writ- Income: I fuppofe the Poet ra ten nothing Elegantly. I will ther means, Sell a piece of Land therefore Tranfcribe both the already fown, and give the MoPaffages to justifie my Opinion. ny of it to my Friend who The following are the laft Verfes has loft all by Shipwreck: That faving one of the Second Satyr.is, do not tay 'till thou haft Compofitum jus, fafque animi; fanc Reap'd; but help him immeditofque receffus. ately as his Wants require. Mentis, & incoctum generofo pectus 6 Nor beg with a blue Table,&c. bonefto: Holiday Tranflates it a Green The others are thofe in this pre- Table: The Senfe is the fame; fent Satyr, which are fujoyn'd: for the Table was painted of the -Traberupta, Bruttia Saxa Sea Colour; which the ShipPrendit Amicus inops: Remque om wreck'd Perfon carried on his nem, furdaque vota, back, expreffing his Loffes thereCondidit, Lonio! Facet ipfe in Lit-by, to excite the Charity of the

tore; & una

Ingentes de puppe Dei: Jamque obvia Mergis

Cofta rapis lacera

Spectators.

7 Or without Spices, &c. The Bodies of the Rich before they

If Odours to thy Ashes he refuse,
Or buys corrupted Caffia from the Jews?
All these, the wifer Beftius 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 unfinew'd Rome.
Our sweating Hinds their Sallads, now, defile,
Infecting homely Herbs with fragrant Oil.
But, to thy Fortune be not thou
Slave;

For what haft thou to fear beyond the Grave?
And thou who gap'ft for my Eftate, draw near;
For I wou'd whisper fomewhat in thy Ear.

Hear'st thou the News, my Friend? th' Exprefs is come
With laurell'd Letters from the Camp to Rome :

8

Cafar & falutes the Queen and Senate thus:

My Arms are on the Rhine Victorious.

From Mourning Altars fweep the Duft away:
Ceafe Fafting, and proclaim a fat Thanksgiving Day.

were burnt, were embalm'd with,
Spices; or rather Spices were
put into the Urn, with the Re-
licks of the Ashes. Our Author
here names Cinnamon and Caffia,
which Caffia was fophifticated
with Cherry-Gum: And probably
enough by the Jews, who adul-
terate all things which they fell.
But whether the Ancients were
acquainted with the Spices of
the Molucca Iflands, Ceylon and
other parts of the Indies; or
whether their Pepper and Cinna-
mon &c. were the fame with
ours, is another Queftion. As
for Nutmegs and Mace, 'tis plain,
that the Latin Names of them
are Modern.

8 Cafar falutes, &c. The Cafar here mention'dis Caius Caligula, who affected to Triumph over the

Germans, whom he never Conquer'd, as he did over the Britains; and accordingly fent Letters wrapt about with Laurels, to the Senate, and the Empress Cafonia, whom I here call Queen; though I

know that Name was not us'd amongst the Romans: But the Word Emprefs wou'd not ftand in that Verfe; for which reafon I adjourn'd it to another. The Duft which was to be swept away from the Altars, was either the Ashes which were left there, after the laft Sacrifice for Victory; or might perhaps mean the Duft or Athes, which were left on the Altars, fince fome former Defeat of the Romans, by the Ger mans: After which Overthrow, the Altars had been neglected.

The

The 9 goodly Emprefs, Jollily inclin❜d,
Is, to the welcome Bearer, wondrous kind:
And, fetting her good Housewifry afide,
Prepares for all the Pageantry of Pride.
The 10 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 fo 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 Cafar's Health:
Besides, in Gratitude for fuch high Matters.
Know I have vow'd two hundred Gladiators.
Say, wou'dft thou hinder me from this Expence ?
I difinherit thee, if thou dar'ft take Offence.
Yet more, a publick Largefs 1 defign

Of Oil and Pies, to make the 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'ft little, lefs fhall be my Care:
Were none of all my Father's Sifters left;
Nay, were I of my Mother's Kin bereft;
None by an Uncle's or a Grandame's fide,
Yet I cou'd fome adopted Heir provide..

press Cloath'd new, with coafe
Garments, for the greater O
ftentation of the Victory.

II know, I have vow'd Two hundred Gladiators. A hundred pair of Gladiators, were beyond the Purfe of any private Man to give: Therefore this is only

Cafonia, Wife to Caius Cali- | gula, who afterwards, in the Reign of Claudius, was propofed, but ineffectually, to be marry'd to him, after he had executed Meffalina for Adultery. 10 The Captive Germans, &c. He means only fuch as were to pals for Germans in the Tri-threatning to his Heir, that he umph: Large Body'd Men, as could do what he pleas'd with they are fill; whom the Em his Eftate,

I need but take my Journey half a Day
From haughty 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?
Obfcure! Why pr'ythee 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 thou, old covetous Wretch, aspire
To be my Heir, who might'ft have been my Sire?
In Nature's Race, fhou'dft thou demand of me
My 12 Torch, when I in courfe run after thee?
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 embezzell'd all thy Store?
Where's all thy Father left? 'Tis true, I grant,
Some I have mortgag'd, to fupply 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 ftill of the main Chance, my Son;
Put out the Principal, in trufty Hands:
Live on the Use; and never dip thy Lands:
But yet what's left for me? What's left, my
Ask that again, and all the reft I fpend.

Friend!

who am much Younger? He who was firft, in the Courfe, or Race, deliver'd the Torch, which he carry'd, to him who was Seconds

Is

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 fing'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 eafe; and pamper'd high,
When I am laid, may feed on Giblet Pie ?
And when his throbbing Luft extends the Vein,
Have wherewithal his Whores to entertain?
Shall I in homespun Cloth be clad, that he
His Paunch in Triumph may before him fee.
Go Mifer, 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 vaft Eftate he left his 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 fay, 14 Chryfippus, thou who wou'dft confine
Thy Heap, where I fhall put an end to mine..

13 Well fed, and fat as Cappado- | Chryfippus the Stoick invented a sian Slaves: Who were famous kind of Argument, consisting of for their Luftinefs; and being, more than three Propofitions; as we call it, in good Liking, which is call'd Sorites, or a Heap. They were fet on a Stall when But as Chryfiyppus could never they were expos'd to Sale, to bring his Propofitions to a cerfhew the good Habit of their Bo-tain ftint; fo neither can a covedy, and made to play Tricks be- tous Man bring his craving Defore the Buyers, to fhew their fires to any certain Measure of Activity and Strength. Riches, beyond which, he could not wish for any more,

14 Then Say, Chryfippus, &c.