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His hand refuses to sustain the bowl :
And his teeth chatter, and his eye-balls roll:
Till, with his meat, he vomits out his soul:
Then trumpets, torches, and a tedious crew
Of hireling mourners, for his funeral due.
Our dear departed brother lies in state,
His heels stretch'd out, and pointing to the gate :
And Naves, now manumiz'd, on their dead

master wait.
They hoist him on the bier, and deal the dole ;
And there's an end of a luxurious fool.
But what's thy fulsom parable to me?
My body is from all diseases free:
My temp'rate pulse does regularly beat ;
Feel, and be satisfy'd, my hands and feet:
These are not cold, nor those opprest with heat.
Or lay thy hand upon my

naked heart, And thou shalt find me hale in ev'ry part. I

grant this true: but, still, the deadly wound
Is in thy foul; 'tis there thou art not found.
Say, when thou seest a heap of tempting gold,
Or a more tempting harlot doft behold;
Then, when the casts on thee a side-long glance,
Then try thy heart, and tell me if it dance.

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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:
What, hast thou got an ulcer in thy mouth?
Why stand’st thou picking? Is thy pallat fore?
That bete and radishes will make thee roar ?
Such is the unequal temper of thy mind ;

Thy passions, in extreams, and unconfin’d:
Thy hair so bristles with unmanly fears,
As fields of corn, that rise in bearded ears.
And, when thy cheeks with flushing fury glow,

of boiling caldrons is more flow ;
When fed with fuel and with flames below.
With foam upon thy lips and sparkling eyes,
Thou lay'st, and doft, in such outrageous wise:
That mad Orestes, if he saw the show,
Would swear thou wert the madder of the two.

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THE

FOURTH SATIRE

OF

PE R S T U S.

1

Our author, living in the time of Nero, was con

temporary and friend to the noble poet Lucan ; both of them were sufficiently sensible, with all good men, how unskilfully be managed the commonwealth : and perhaps might guess at his future tyranny, by some pasages, during the latter part of his first five years; tho be broke not out into his great excesses, while he was restrained by the counfels and authority of Seneca. Lucan bas not Spared bim in the poem of his Pharsalia ; for his very compliment looked asquint as well as Nero. Perfius has been bolder, but with caution likewise. For bere, in the person of young Alcibiades, be arraigns bis ambition of meddling with fiatefairs, without judgment or experience. K is probable that he makes Seneca, in this satire, fufain the part of Socrates, under a borrowed name. And, witbal, discovers fome secret vices of Nero, concerning his lust, bis drunkenness, and bis effeminacy, which had not yet arrived to public notice. He also reprebends the lattery of bis courtiers, who endeavoured to make all bis vices pafs for virtues. Covetousness was undoubtedly none of his faults ; but it is bere deScribed as a veil cast over the true meaning of the poet, wbich was to satirize his prodigality and voluptuousness; to which he makes a transition. I find no instance in bistory of that emperor's being a Pathique, tho Perfius feems to brand bim with it. Froin the two dialogues of Plato, both called Alcibiades, the poet took the arguments of the fecond and third satires, but be inverted the order of them: for the third satire is taken from the first of those dialogues. The commentators before Casaubon, were ignorant

of our author's secret meaning; and thought be bad only written against young noblemen in

general, wbo were too forward in aspiring to fublic magifiracy: but this excellent scholiaft bas unravelled the zbole mystery'; and made it apparent, that the filing of this fatire was particularly aimed at Nero.

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Hoe'er thou art, whose forward years are

bent
On state-affairs to guide the

government;
Hear, first, what Socrates of old has said
To the lov'd youth, whom he at Athens bred.

Tell me, thou pupil to great Pericles,
Our second hope, my Alcibiades,
What are the grounds, from whence thou dost

prepare
To undertake, so young, so vast a care?
Ferhaps thy wit: (a chance not often heard,
That parts and prudence should prevent thebeard:)
'Tis seldom seen, that senators so

young
Know when to speak and when to hold their

tongue.
Sure thou art born to some peculiar fate;
When the mad people rise against the state,
To look them into duty: and command
An awful filence with thy lifted hand.
2 hen to bespeak 'em thus: Athenians, know
Against right reason all your countels go;
This is not fair ; nor profitable that;
Nor t’other question proper for debate.

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