Mutt'ring betwixt their lips fome mystic thing, Which, well examin'd, is flat conjuring, Meer madmen's dreams: for what the schools? have taught, Is only this, that nothing can be brought Is it for this they study? to grow pale, A fpark, like thee, of the man-killing trade, Adjuring him, by all the Pow'rs Divine, Sir, you Your yellow skin ?--No more of that; I'm well. I have already bury'd two or three That stood betwixt a fair eftate and me, And, doctor, I may live to bury thee. Thou tell'ft me, I look ill; and thou look'ft worse. I've done, fays the phyfician; take your courfe. The laughing fot, like all unthinking men, Bathes and gets drunk; then bathes and drinks again: His throat half throttled with corrupted phlegm, And breathing thro his jaws a belching fteam: Amidft his cups with fainting fhiv'ring feiz'd, His limbs disjointed, and all o'er difeas'd, His hand refufes to fuftain the bowl: And his teeth chatter, and his eye-balls roll: They hoist him on the bier, and deal the dole; But what's thy fulfom parable to me? And thou shalt find me hale in ev'ry part. } I grant this true: but, ftill, the deadly wound Is in thy foul; 'tis there thou art not found. Say, when thou feeft a heap of tempting gold, Or a more tempting harlot doft behold; Then, when she cafts on thee a fide-long glance, Then try thy heart, and tell me if it dance. Some coarse cold fallad is before thee set; Bread with the bran perhaps, and broken meat; Fall on, and try thy appetite to eat. These are not dishes for thy dainty tooth: As fields of corn, that rife in bearded ears. Would fwear thou wert the madder of the two. THE FOURTH SATIRE O F PERSIUS. Our author, living in the time of Nero, was contemporary and friend to the noble poet Lucan ; both of them were fufficiently fenfible, with all good men, how unskilfully he managed the commonwealth: and perhaps might guess at his future tyranny, by fome paffages, during the latter part of his first five years; tho he broke not out into his great exceffes, while he was reftrained by the counfels and authority of Seneca. Lucan has not Spared him in the poem of his Pharfalia; for his very compliment looked afquint as well as Nero. Perfius has been bolder, but with caution likewife. For here, in the perfon of young Alcibiades, ke arraigns his ambition of meddling with stateaffairs, without judgment or experience. It is |