Leave, leave to fathom such high Points as these, Nor be ambitious, ere the time, to please: Unfeasonably Wife, 'till Age, and Cares,

Have form'd thy Soul, to manage great Affairs.
Thy Face, thy Shape, thy Outfide, are but vain ;
Thou haft not Strength fuch Labours to sustain:
Drink 4 Hellebore, my Boy, drink deep and purge thy
Brain.

What aim'st thou at, and whither tends thy Care,
In what thy utmost Good? Delicious Fare;
And, then, to Sun thy felf in open Air.

Hold, hold; are all thy empty Wishes fuch?
A good old Woman wou'd have said as much.
But thou art Nobly born; 'tis true; go boast
Thy Pedigree, the thing thou valu'ft moft:
Befides thou art a Beau What's that, my Child
A Fop well dreft, extravagant, and wild:
She, that cries Herbs, has lefs Impertinence;
And, in her Calling, more of common Sense.
None, none defcends into himself, to find
The fecret Imperfections of his Mind:
But ev'ry one is Eagle-ey'd, to fee
Another's Faults, and his Deformity..

Say, doft thou know Vectidius? Who, the Wretch
Whofe Lands beyond the Sabines largely ftretch;

were mark'd with, they,
fignify'd the Sentence of
Death to the Offender: as
being the firft Letter of ava
T , which in English is
Death.

4 Drink Hellebore, &c. The Poet wou'd fay, that fuch an ignorant Young Man, as he here defcribes, is fitter to be

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govern'd himself, than to govern others: He therefore advifes him to drink Hellebore, which purges the Brain.

s Say dost thou know Velidius, &c. The Name of Vettidius is here us'd appellatively to fignify any rich covetous. Man ; tho perhaps there might be a Man of that

Name

Cover the Country, that a failing Kite

Can scarce o'erfly'em, in a Day and Night;

Him, doft thou mean, who fpight of all his Store,
Is ever craving, and will still be poor?

Who cheats for Half-pence, and who doffs his Coat,
To fave a Farthing in a Ferry-boat?
Ever a Glutton, at another's Coft,

But in whofe Kitchin dwells perpetual Frost?
Who eats and drinks with his Domeftick Slaves;
A verier Hind than any of his Knaves?
Born with the Curfe and Anger of the Gods,
And that indulgent Genius he defrauds?

At Harvest-home, and on the Sheering-Day,
When he fhou'd 6 Thanks to Pan and Pales pay,
And better Ceres; trembling to approach
The little Barrel, which he fears to broach:
He 'fays the Wimble, often draws it back,
And deals to thirfty Servants but a fmack.
To a fhort Meal he makes a tedious Grace
Before the Barley Pudding comes in place:
Then, bids fall on; himself, for saving Charges,
A peel'd flic'd Onion eats, and tipples Verjuice.
Thus fares the Drudge: But thou, whofe Life's a Dream
Of lazy Pleasures, tak'st a worse Extream.
'Tis all thy bus'nefs, bus'nefs how to fhun;
To bask thy naked Body in the Sun;

Name then living. I have|
tranflated this Paffage para-
phraftically, and loofly; and
leave it for those to look on,
who are not unlike the Pi-
Aure.

6 When he fhou'd Thanks, &c.
Pan the God of Shepherds,
and Pales the Goddess pre-
fiding over rural Affairs, whom

Virgil invocates in the beginning of his Second Georgique. I give the Epithet of Better to Ceres, because the firft taught the Ufe of Corn for Bread, as the Poets tell us. Men, in the first rude Ages, feeding only on Acorns, or Maft, inftead of Bread.

N. 4.

Suppling

Suppling thy ftiffned Joints with fragrant Oil:
Then, in thy fpacious Garden, walk a while,
To fuck the Moisture up, and foak it in:

And this, thou think'ft, but vainly think'st, unseen.
But, know, thou art obferv'd: and there are those
Who, if they durft, wou'd all thy fecret Sins expose.
The Depilation of thy modeft Part:
Thy Catamite, the Darling of thy Heart,
His Engine-hand, and ev'ry lewder Art.
When, prone to bear, and patient to receive,

Thou tak'ft the Pleasure, which thou can'ft not give.
With odorous Oil thy Head and Hair are fleek;
And then thou kemb'ft the Tuzzes on thy Cheek:
Of thefe thy Barbers take a costly Care,
While thy falt Tail is over-grown with Hair.
Not all thy Pincers, nor unmanly Arts,
Can fmooth the Roughness of thy fhameful Parts.
Not 8 five, the strongest that the Circus breeds,
From the rank Soil can root those wicked Weeds:

7 The Depilation of thy modet Part, &c. Our Author bere tasks Nero, covertly, with that Effeminate Cuftom now us'd in Italy, and especially by Harlots, of fmoothing their Bellies, and taking off the Kairs which grow about their Secrets. In Nero's time they were pull'd off with Pincers; but now they ufe a Pafte, which apply'd to thofe Parts, when it is remov'd, carries away with it thofe Excrefcen

cies.

Not five the ftrongeft, &c. The Learned Holiday (who

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has made us amends for his bad Poetry in this and the reft of thefe Satyrs, with his excellent Illuftrations,) here tells us, from good Authority, that the Number Five does not allude to the Five Fingers of one Man, who us'd them all, in taking off the Hairs before mentioned; but to Five ftrong Men, fuch as were skilful in the five robust Exercifes, then in practice at Rome, and were performed in the Circus, or Publick Place, ordained for them. Thefe Five he reckons up in this manner:

round.

Tho' fuppled firft with Soap, to ease thy Pain,
The ftubborn Fern fprings up, and sprouts again.
Thus others we with Defamations wound,
While they ftab us; and fo the Jeft goes
Vain are thy Hopes, to 'scape cenforious Eyes;
Truth will appear through all the thin Disguise:
Thou haft an Ulcer which no Leach can heal,
Tho' thy broad Shoulder-belt the Wound conceal.
Say thou art found and hale in ev'ry Part,
We know, we know thee rotten at thy Heart.
We know thee fullen, impotent and proud:

Nor can't thou cheat thy 9 Nerve, who cheat'ft the Croud.
But when they praise me, in the Neighbourhood,
When the pleas'd People take me for a God,
Shall I refufe their Incense? Not receive
The loud Applaufes which the Vulgar give?
If thou doft Wealth, with longing Eyes, behold;
And, greedily, art gaping after Gold;
If fome alluring Girl, in gliding by,
Shall tip the Wink, with a lascivious Eye,
And theu with a confenting Glance, reply;
If thou, thy own Sollicitor become,
And bid'st arise the lumpish Pendulum:
If thy lewd Luft provokes an empty Storm,
And prompts to more than Nature can perform ;

manner : 1. The Caftus, or,
Whirlbats, defcrib'd by Virgil,
in his fifth Æneid; and this
was the most dangerous of all
the reft. The Second was the
Foot-race. The Third the Dif
cus, like the throwing a weigh-
ty Ball; a Sport now us'd in
Cornwall, and other Parts of
England; we may fee it daily |
practis'd in Red-Lion Fields.
The Fourth was the Saltus, or

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Leaping: And the Fifth Wreftling naked, and besmear'd with Oil. They who were practis'd in these Five Manly Exercifes, were call'd Flivranos.

9 Thy Nerve, &c. That is, thou canst not deceive thy obfcene Part, which is weak, or impotent, tho' thou mak'st Oftentation of thy Performances with Women.

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If, with thy 10 Guards, thou fcour'ft the Streets by Night,
And doft in Murthers, Rapes, and Spoils delight;
Please not thy felf, the flatt'ring Crowd to hear;
'Tis fulfome stuff, to feed thy itching Ear.
Reject the Nauseous Praises of the Times:
Give thy base Poets back their cobbled Rhimes:
Survey thy Soul, not what thou do'ft appear,
But what thou art; and find the Beggar there.