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• When I with now and soft'ning pen
Lib. IV. Ode 3. HORACE.
UEM tu, Melpomene, semel
Nafcentem placido lumine videris, Illum non labor ifmius (3) Clarabit pugilem, non equus impiger
Curru ducet Achaico (2) Vi&torem, neque res bellica deliis Ornatum foliis ducem
Oftendet capitolio. (4) Sed qua Tibur aquæ fertile perfluunt,
Et spise nemorum come, Fingent &olio carmine nobilem.
Romæ principis urbium Dignatur foboles inter amabiles (5) Vatum penere me choros,
Et jam dente minus mordeor invido.
0! teftudinis aures
(7) O! mutis quoque piscibus
Romana fidicen Lyra :
HE youth, whose birth the fifters twain
Who o'er the fock and bufkin reign,
Their lave will live and die.
Bleft in his lot for other things,
He offers áp no pray’rs ;
Or any king---but theirs. (3) The rapid steed he'll ne'er bestride, With lords for wagers proud to ride,
Newmarket plains adorning;
And be undone by morning.
Govern the high debaté ;
Nor hopes to rival Pratt.
No such he puts his trust in;
So he but wear the bulkin.
Disdaining to sell camblet ;
And thinks himself prince Hamlet. (s) Where Garrick with judicious art Charms ev'ry ear, wins ev'ry heart,
And acts like one inspir'd;
And be, like him, admir'd.
And thousands come to hear 'em : (6) Hee'en to -s could spirit give, Nine tedious nights could make them live,
Without him who could beat 'em.
Full many a youth and many a maid,
Shine proudly through the town;
BEAUTY nad FASHION. A REPARTE E.
Mille habet ornatus, mille decenter habet.
Tie, SAYS Beauty to Fashion, as they fat at the toilette,
“ If I give you a charm, you surely will spoil it; When you take it in hand, there's such marth'ring and mangling, "Tis fo metamorphos'd by your fiddling and fangling, That I scarce know my own, when I meet it again, Such changelings you make, both of women and men.
To confirm what I say, look at Phryne, or Phillis,
That, like Thisbe in Ovid, one cannot come at 'em,
Then of late you're so fickle, that few people mind you ;
Thus Beauty begun, and Miss Fashion reply'd,
A shape, a complexion, you confer now and then,
, let me know, when you finish'd a piece,
The P U PPE T-SHOW.
From the pofthumous Volumes of the Writings of the late Dr. SwIFT,
and bis Friends, lately published.
And turn it all to ridicule,
Where the chief actor is a fool.
And worship was to puppets paid;
And priests and people bow'd the head,
The fimple votaries to frame,
And consecrate the block to fame.
That trees might rise from human forms,
Thus Dædalus, and Ovid too,
That man's a blockhead have confeft;
Life is a farce, the world a jeft.
On that fam’d theatre, the alley,
Are now sad monuments of folly, What Momus was of old to Jove,
The same a harlequin is now ; The former was buffoon above,
The latter is a punch below. This fleeting scene is but aftage,
Where various images appear, 'In different parts of youth and age,
Alike the prince and peasant share. Some draw our eyes by being great,
False pomp conceals mere wood within, And legislators rang'd in state
Are oft but wisdom in machine. A stock may chance to wear a crown,
And timber as a lord take place; A ftatue may put on a frown,
And cheat us with a thinking face. Others are blindly led away,
And made to act for ends unknown, By the mere spring of wires they play,
And speak in language not their own. Too oft, alas! a scolding wife
Usurps a jolly fellow's throne; And many
drink the cup of life, Mix'd and imbitter'd by a Joan. In short, whatever men pursue
Of pleasure, folly, 'war, or love; This mimic race brings all to view,
Alike they dress, they talk, they move, Go on, great Stretch, with artful hand,
Mortals to please and to deride ; And when death breaks thy vital band,
Thou shalt put on a puppet's pride.
Thy image shall preserve thy fame;
* Two puppet-show men.