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Where did you whet your knife to-night, he cries,
And shred the leeks that in your stomach rise?
Before my foot falutes you with a kick.
Say, in what nafty cellar under ground,
Answer, or anfwer not, 'tis all the fame:
Those venal fouls, who harden'd in each ill,
To this vaft city, as their native home;
The forge in fetters only is employ'd;
Goads for the teams, and plough-fhares for the plough.
Oh happy ages of our ancestors,
Beneath the kings and tribunitial powers!
One jail did all their criminals reftrain;
More I could fay, more caufes I could show For my departure; but the fun is low: The waggoner grows weary of my stay; And whips his horfes forwards on their way. Farewel; and when like me o'erwhelm'd with
You to your own Aquinum shall repair,
Be mindful of your friend; and fend me word,
JUVE NA L.
This fatire, of almost double length to any of the reft, is a bitter invective against the fair fex. 'Tis indeed, a common-place, from whence all the moderns have notoriously folen their sharpest railleries. In his other fatires, the poet has only glanced on fome particular women, and generally fccurged the men. But this he referved wholly for the ladies. How they had offended him I know not: but upon the whole matter he is not to be excufed for imputing to all, the vices of fome few amongst them. Neither was it generously done of bim, to attack the weakest as well as the fairest part of the creation: neither do I know what moral he could reasonably draw from it. It could not be to avoid the whole fex, if all had been true which he alledges against them: for that had been to put an end to human kind. And to bid us be
ware of their artifices, is a kind of filent acknowledgment, that they have more wit than men: which turns the fatire upon us,, and particularly
upon the poet; who thereby makes a compliment,
where he meant a libel. If he intended only to exercife his wit, he has forfeited his judgment, by making the one half of his readers his mortal enemies and amongst the men, all the happy lovers, by their own experience, will disprove bis accufations. The whole world must allow this to be the wittiest of his fatires; and truly he had need of all his parts, to maintain with fo much violence, fo unjust a charge. I am satisfied ke will bring but few over to his opinion: and on that confideration chiefly I ventured to translate bim. Tho there wanted not another reason, which was, that no one elfe would undertake it: at least, Sir C. S. who could have done more right to the author, after a long delay, at length abfolutely refufed fo ungrateful an employment: and every one will grant, that the work must have been imperfect and lame, if it had appeared without one of the principal members belonging to it. Let the poet therefore bear the blame of his own invention; and let me fatisfy the world, that I am not of his opinion. Whatever his Roman ladies