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This well he knew, and therefore never try'd
With his weak Arms to stem the stronger Tyde.
Nor did all Rome, grown Spiritless, fupply
A Man that for bold Truth durft bravely die.
So fafe by wise complying Silence, he
Evin in that Court did fourscore Summers see.
Next him Acilius, tho' bis Age the same,
With eager baste to the Grand Council came:
With him a Youth, unworthy of the Fate
That did too near his growing Virtues wait,
Urg'd by the Tyrant's Envy, Fear, or Hate,
(But 'tis long since Old Age began to be : Jo Noble Blood no less than Prodigy,
Whence 'tis I'd rather be of 16 Giants Birth,
A Pigmy-Brother to those Sons of Earth.)
Unhappy Youth! whom from his destin'd End,
No well-dissembled Madness could defend;
When naked in the Alban Theater,
In Libyan Bears be fixt his hunting Spear.
Who sees not now thro’ the Lord's thin Disguise,
That long seem'd fools do prove at last more wise?
That State-Court Trick is now too open laid:
Who now admires the 17 Part old Brutus play'd?
Those honest Times might swallow this Pretence,
When 18 the King's Beard was deeper than his Sense.
16 Of Giants Birth of an Cruelty, til he had gaind a obscure and unknown Family.fit time to destroy him, revenge.
17 The part old Brutus play'd. his Brother's and Countrymeas 'Tis a known Story, how Bruc Deaths, and free Rome. tus finding that his own Bro 18 When the King's Beard. ther, and some of the most In those ancient and more Gmconsiderable Men of Rome had ple times, when it was the been put to Death by Tarqui- Custom never to shave their nius Superbus, counterfeited Beards: For 400 Years there himself a Madman or Fool, was no such thing as a Barber and so avoided the Tyrant's heard of in Rome.
Next Rubrius came, I tho' not of Noble Race,
With equal Marks of Terror in his Face.
Pale with the gnawing Guilt and inward Shame
Of an old Crime that is not fit to name,
Worse, yet in Scandal taking more delight,
Than 20 the vile Pathick that durst Satyr write.
Montanus' Belly next, advancing flow,
Before the sweating Senator did go.
Crispinus after, but much sweeter, comes,
Scented with costly Oils and Eaftern Gums,
More than would serve two Fun'rals for Perfumes.
Then Pompey, none more skilld in the Court-Game
Of cutting Throats with a soft Whisper, came.
Next Fufcus, he who many a peaceful Day
For 21 Dacian Vultures was reserv'd a Prey,
Till having study'd War enough at home,
He led abroad th’unhappy Arms of Rome.
Cunning Vejento next, and by his side
Bloody Catullus leaning on his Guide,
Decrepit, yet a furious Lover he,
And deeply smit with Charms he could not see.
A Monster, that even this worst Age out-vies, - Conspicuous and above the common fize.
19 Tho' not of Noble Race, and Debauchery. Tac. Ann. 15. with equal Marks' of Terror. 21 For Dacian Vultures. Coro For Domitian's Cruelty reach'd nelius Fufcus, a Nobleman of even to the Common People, no manner of Experience, or and those of lower Birth, which more knowledge in War-af(in the end of this Satyr) the fairs, than what he had ftudiPoet tells us, caus'd his De- ed in his own Country Retirestruction.
ment, was yet by Domitian 20 The vile. Pathick. Neroj twice sent with an Army against who wrote a Satyr upon Quin- the Dacians, in the last of tianus , whom he charges with which his Army was defeated, his own profiigatę Lewdness I and himself Nain.
A blind bafe Flatt'rer, 22 from fome Bridge or Gates
Rais'd to a murd’ring Minister of State.
Deserving till to beg upon the Road,
And bless each passing Waggon and its Load.
None more admir'd the Filh; he in its Praise
With Zeal his voice, with Zeal his Hands-did raise
. But to the left all his fine things did say,
Tot it? Whilt on his right the unseen Turbut laya si wo sic;" So he the fam'd Cilician Fencer prais'd,
Ill" And at each hit with Wonder seem'd amaz'a,
So did the Scenes and Stage Machines admire,
And Boys chat few thro' Canvas Clouds in Wyre.
Nor came Vejento short; but as inspir’d
By thee, Bellona, by thy Fury fir’d,
Turns Prophet: See, the mighty. Omen, see,
He cries, of some illustrious Victory!
Some Captive King, thee his new. Lord Mhall own:
Or from his British Chariot headļong thrown,
The +3 proud Arviragus come tumbling down!
The Monster's foreign. 24 Mark the pointed Spears
That from thy Hand on his pierc'd Back he wears !
Who Nobler could, or plainer things pręsage?
Yet one thing 'scap'd him, the Prophetick Rage
Shew'd not the Turbut's Country, nor its Age:
At length by Cefar the grand Question's put:
My Lords, your Judgment; Shall the Fish be cut ?
Far be it, far from us! Montanus cries;
Let's not dishonour thus the Noble Prize!
2: From Briage or Gate. The the sharp Fins rising on the common Stands for Beggars. Fish's back, Spears; and to :23 The proud Arviragus. One signify and portend that Doof the ancient. British Kings. mitian. Ahall stick the like in
24 Mark the pointode : Spears, rome Foreign Enemy. He makes the Flatrerer call
A Pot of finest Earth, thin, deep, and wide,
Some 25 skilful quick Prometheas most provide.
Clay and the forming Wheel prepare with speed,
But, Cæfar, be it from henceforth decreed,
That Potters on the Royal Progress wait,
Tallift in these Emergencies of State.
This Council pleasd ; nor cou'd it fail to take,
So fit, so worthy of the Man that spake.
The old Court Riot's he remember'd well,
Could Tales of Nero's Midnight Suppers tell,
When Falern Wines the labriag Lungs did fire,
And to new Dainties kindled false Delire.
In Arts of Eating none more early Train'd,
None in my time had equal śkill attain'd.
He whether 26 Circe's Rock his Oysters bore,
Or 27 Lucrine Lake, or 28 thé Rutupian Shoar,
Knew at first taste;, nay, at fira light could tell
A Crab of 'Lobster's Country by its Shell.
They rise, and Araight all with respectful Awe,
At the word giv'n, obsequiously withdraw,
Whom full of
eager hafte, surprize, and feas,
Our mighty Prince had summond to appear;
As if some News he'd of the Carti tell,
Or that the fierce Sicambrian's did rebel:
As if Expresses from all Parts had come
With fresh Alarms threatning the Fate of Rome.
-25 Some skilful quick Prome. 27 The Lucrine Lake. Between theus. Some skilful Potter, Al- Baja and Pütcoli. Juding to the old Fable of
28 The Rutupian Shore, Ryo Prometheus, whose skill in this tupile, or Rurüpi, an ancient Ait was such that he made a Town's Name on the Rentino Man of
Shore, fuppos’d to be our Reh żó Circe's Rock The Circean borongh. There were all for Promontory, ram'd from Ciree mõus in those Times for that liv'd there, on the Shore Oysters. of Campania
What Folly this! but oh! that all the rest
Of his dire Reign had thus been spent in Jeft!
And all that Time such Trifes had employ'd
in which so many Nobles he destroy'd !
He safe, they unreveng'd, to the Disgrace
Of the surviving, tame, Patrician Race!
But when he dreadful to the Rabble grew,
Him, whom so many Lords had llain, they New.