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Fortune not much of humbling me can boast? Tho' double tax’d, how little have I lost ? My life's amusements have been just the same, Before and after standing armies came. My lands are sold, my father's house is gone ; 155 I'll hire another's; is not that my own, And yours, my friends ? through whose free op’ning
gate None comes too early, none departs too late ; (For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.) 160 “ Pray Heav'n it last! (cries Swift) as you go on « I wish to God this house had been your own : “ Pity! to build, without a son or wife : “ Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life.” Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one, 165 Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon ? What's property ? dear Swift ! you see it alter From you to me, from me to Peter Walter ; Or, in a mortgage, prove a lawyer's share ; Or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir ;
170 Or, in pure equity, (the case not clear,) The Chanc'ry takes your rents for twenty year : At best, it falls to some ungracious son, Who cries, “ My father's damn'd, and all's my
VER. 152. double tax’d,] An additional tax was laid on the estates of papists and nonjurors.
Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford, 175
Ver. 175. that to Bacon could) Gorhambury, near St. Alban's, a fine and venérable old mansion.
Ver. 177. proud Buckingham's, &c.] Villiers Duke of Buckingham.
THE FIRST EPISTLE
FIRST BOOK OF HORACE.
TO LORD BOLINGBROKE.
ST. John, whose love indulg'd my labours past,
Matures my present, and shall bound my last !
A voice there is, that whispers in my ear, ('Tis reason's voice, which sometimes one can hear,) “ Friend Pope! be prudent, let your muse take “ And never gallop Pegasus to death ; [breath, " Lest stiff, and stately, void of fire or force, 15 “ You limp, like Blackmore on a Lord Mayor's " horse."
Farewell Ver. 3. Sabbath of my days ?) 1. e. The 49th year, the age of the author.
Farewell then verse, and love, and ev'ry toy,
But ask not, to what doctors I apply?
30 Sometimes with Aristippus, or St. Paul, Indulge my candor, and grow all to all; Back to my native moderation slide, And win my way by yielding to the tide.
34 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, Long as the night to her whose love's away, Long as the year's dull circle seems to run, When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one : So slow th' unprofitable moments roll, That lock up all the functions of my
40 That keep me from myself; and still delay Life's instant business to a future day:
Ver. 29. Free as young Lyt!elton,] Afterwards the celebrated Lord Lyttelton.
That task, which as we follow, or despise,
Late as it is, I put myself to school,
Say, does thy blood rebel, thy bosom move 55 With wretched av'rice, or as wretched love? Know, there are words, and spells, which can control Between the fits this fever of the soul; Know, there are rhymes, which fresh and fresh apply'd Will cure the arrant'st puppy of his pride.
'Tis the first virtue, vices to abhor;