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P E R S IU S.
Our author has made two satires concerning study;
the first and the third: the first related to men; this to young fudents, whom he desired to be educated in the stoick philosophy : be himself sustains the person of the master, or præceptor, in this admirable
, satire. Where be upbraids the youth of Noth, and negligence in learning. Yet be begins with one scholar reproacbing bis fellow students with late rising to their books. After which he takes upon him the other part of the teacher. And addressing himself particularly to young noblemen, tells them, that by reason of their high birth, and the great poressions of their fathers, they are careless of adorning their minds with precepts of moral philosophy: and witbal, inculcates to them the miferies which will attend tbem in the whole
course of their life, if they do not apply themselves betimes to the knowledge of virtue, and the end of their creation, which he pathetically infinuates to them. The title of this satire, in some ancient manuscripts, was The Reproach of Idleness; tho in others of the scholiasts it is inscribed, Against the Luxury and Vices of the Rich. In both of which the intention of the poet is pursued; but principally in the former,
(I remember I translated this fatire, when I was a King's scholar
at Westminster-school, for a Thursday-night's Exercise; and believe that it, and many other of my Exercises of this nature, in English verse, are still in the hands of my learned master, the reverend doctor Busby.)
S this thy daily course? The glaring sun
Breaks in at ev'ry chink: the cattle run To shades, and noon-tide rays of summer shun, Yet plung’d in floth we lie; and snore supine, As fill'd with fumes of undigested wine.
This grave advice some sober student bears; And loudly rings it in his fellow's ears. The yawning youth, scarce half awake, essays His lazy limbs and dozy head to raise : Then rubs his gummy eyes, and scrubs his pate;' And cries, I thought it had not been fo late :
My cloaths make hafte: why when! if none be
He mutters first, and then begins to swear :
With much ado, his book before him laid,
O wretch, and still more wretched ev'ry day!
and spoon-meat; for thy gugaws cry:
A flaw is in thy ill-bak'd vessel found;
Yet, thy moist clay is pliant to command;
But thou hast land; a country-seat, secure
Such pageantry be to the people shown:
But 'tis in vain: the wretch is drench'd too deep;
Fatten'd in vice; so callous, and so gross,
the wretch at once, unskill'd to swim, Hopeless to bubble
and reach the water's brim.
Sicilian tortures and the brazen bull,
goes; and from his darling friend Conceals the woes his guilty dreams portend.