But if a Fever fires his Sulphurous Blood, In ev'ry Fit he feels the Hand of God, And Heav'n-born Flame: Then drown'd in deep Despair, XXI. He that once Sins, like him that flides on Ice, Goes boldly on, and loves the Path when worn. Fear not, but pleas'd with this fuccessful Bait, The Arm Divine to ftrike the fatal Stroke; Then thou shalt fee him plung'd, when leaft he fears, Sent to those narrow Ifles, which throng'd we fee Drawn to the Gallows, or condemn'd to Chains : Then thou shalt triumph in the Villain's Pains, You rage and ftorm, and blafphemously loud, Or Homer's 9 Mars, with too much Warmth exclaim; XIV. Be cool, my Friend, and hear my Mufe difpenfe Some fovereign Comforts, drawn from common Sense; Not fetch'd from Stoicks rigid Schools, nor wrought By Epicurus' more indulgent Thought; Who led by Nature, did with Eafe purfue The Rules of Life; guefs'd beft, tho' miss'd the true, A desperate Wound muft skilful Hands employ, But thine is curable by 11 Philip's Boy. XV. Look o'er the prefent and the former Time: Appears, then Mourn; admit no kind Relief, and form, and babe None feigns, none afted Mourning's forc'd to show, nou all Brass, thy Brazen Arm At But if at each Affize, and Term, we try the Wretch a Sign to farare Age: A thousand Rascals of as deep a Dye; 10 Statue at this rate may p al Rival, or a greater fest XIV. Friend, and hear my , my reign Comforts, drawn from county a from Sticks rigid Schools, n ws' more indulgent Though Nature, did with Eafe pre And tho' the Writing and the Seal proclaim This petty Sinner fcarce deserves thy Rage, of Life; guefs'd beft, tho' Compar'd with the great Villains of the Age. Wound muft skilful Hands curable by 11 Philip's Boy. XV. Here hir'd Affaffins kill; there, Sulphur thrown, the present and the former Tim e of fo Vile à Crime Mourn; admit no kind Re reaft, and I applaud thy Grid, n appear in all her State, Silence, and that fall thy Gat f on Money loft attend, aits upon a dying Friend; mous Crier Thouland Men Bonif my, whofe Battel s loud as ogether. Bur fars being dre as Ten Crea TO A F Here Pois'ner's murder, there the impious Son, With whom a lefs 12 Ape is doom'd to drown, Prevents old Cuts down} what with 2 Blow too flow. n Ape, and Sea. Which JUVENAL THE FOURTEENTH SATYR. By Mr. JOHN DRYDEN, Jun. The ARGUMENT. Since domeftick Examples eafily corrupt our Youth' the Poet prudently exhorts all Parents, that they themselves fhould abstain from evil Practices: Among ft which, he chiefly points at Dice and Gaming, Taverns, Drunkenness, and Cruelty, which they exercis'd upon their Slaves: Left after their pernicious Example, their Sons fhould copy them in their Vices, and become Gamefters, Drunkards, and Tyrants, Læftrigons, and Cannibals to their Servants. For, if the Father, Says Juvenal, love the Box and Dice, the Boy will be given to an itching Elbow: Neither is it to be expected, that the Daughter of Larga the Adulterefs, fhou'd be more continent than her Mother: Since we are all by Nature more apt to receive ill Impreffions than good; and are befides more pliant in our Infancy MOTHE |