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Yet not to rob the priests of pious gain,
That altars be not wholly built in vain ;
Forgive the gods the rest, and stand confin'd
To health of body, and content of mind :
A soul, that can securely death defy,
And count it Nature's privilege to die;
Serene and manly, harden'd to sustain
The load of life, and exercis'd in pain :
Guiltless of hate, and proof against desire;
That all things weighs, and nothing can admire :
That dares prefer the toils of Hercules
To dalliance, banquet, and ignoble ease.

The path to peace is Virtue: what I how,
Thyself may freely on thyself bestow :
Fortune was never worship'd by the wife;
But, set aloft by fools, usurps the skies.

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ARGU THE poet, in this fatire, proves, that the condition of

a soldier is much better than that of a country-man: first, because a country-man, however affronted, provoked, and struck himself, dares not strike a soldier; who is only to be judged by a court-martial : and by the law of Camillus, which obliges him not to quarrel, without the trenches, he is also assured to have a speedy hearing, and quick dispatch : whereas, the townsman or peasant is delayed in his suit by frivolous pretences, and not sure of justice when he is hcard in the court: The soldier is also privileged to make a will, and to give away his estate, which he got in war, to whom he pleases, without consideration of parentage, or relations; which is denied to all other Romans. This satire was written by Juvenal, when he was a commander in Ægypt: it is certainly his, though I think it not finished. And if it be well observed, you will

find he intended an invective againft a standing army. WHAT vaft prerogatives, my Gallus, are

Accruing to the mighty man of war! For, if into a lucky camp I light,

2 Though raw in arins, and yet afraid to fight, Befriend me, my good stars, and all goos right:


One happy hour is to a soldier better,
Than mother Juno's recommending letter,
Or Venus, when to Mars she would prefer
My suit, and own the kindness done to her.

See what our cominon privileges are :
As, first, no faucy citizen should dare
To strike a soldier, nor, when struck, resent
The wrong, for fear of farther punishment :
Not though his teeth are beaten out, his eyes
Hang by a ftring, in bumps his forehead rife,
Shall he presume to mention his disgrace,
Or beg amends for his demolish'd face,
A booted judge shall fit to try his cause,
Not by tlie statute, but by martial laws ;
Which old Camillus order'd, to confine
The brawls of soldiers to the trench and line ;
A wise provision; and from thence 'tis clear,
That officers a foldier's cause should hear :
And, taking cognizance of wrongs receiv'd,
An honest man may hope to be reliev'd.
So far 'tis well : but with a general cry,
The regiment will rise in mutiny,
The freedom of their fellow-rogue demand,
And, if refus'd, will threaten to disband.
Withdraw thy action, and depart in peace;
The remedy is worse than the disease :
This cause is worthy him, who in the hall
Would for his fee, and for his client, bawl :
But would's thou, friend, who haft two legs alone,
Which, heaven be prais'd, thou yet mayft call thy own)




Would'st thou, to run the gauntlet, tliese expose
To a whole company of hob-nail'd shoes?
Sure the good-breeding of wise citizens
Should teach them more good-nature to their fins.

Besides, whom canst thou think so much thy friend,
Who dares appear thy business to defend ?
Dry up thy tears, and pocket up th’abule,
Nor put thy friend to make a bad excuse:
The judge cries out, Your evidence produce.
Will he, who saw the soldier's mutton-fift,
And saw thee maul'd, appear within the list,
To witness truth? When I see one fo brave,
The dead, think I, are risen from the grave;
And with their long ipade beards, and matted hair,
Our honest ancestors are come to take the air.
Against a clown, with more security,
A witness may be brought to swear a lye,
Than, though his evidence be full and fair,
To vouch a truth against a man of war.

More benefits remain, and claim'd as rights, Which are a standing army's perquisites. If any rogue vexatious fuits.advance Against me for my known inheritance, Enter by violence my fruitful grounds, Or take the sacred land-mark from my bounds, Those bounds, which with possession and with prayerg And offer'd cakes, have been my annual care: Os.if my debtors do not keep their day, Deny their hands, and then refuse to pay; I must, with patience, all the terms attend, Among the common causes that depend,


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Till mine is callid; and that long look’d-for day
Is still encumber'd with some new delay :
Perhaps the cloth of state is only spread,
Some of the quorum may be fick a-bed;
That judge is hot, and doffs his gown, while this
O’er night was bowsy, and goes out to piss :
So many rubs appear, the time is gone
For hearing, and the tedious suit goes on :
But buff and belt-men never know these cares,
No time, nor trick of law their action bars :
Their cause they to an eafier issue put:
They will be heard, or they lug out, and cut.

Another branch of their revenue ftill
Remains, beyond their boundless right to kill,
Their father, yet alive, impower'd to make a will,
For, what their prowess gain'd, the law declares
Is to themselves alone, and to their heirs :
No share of that goes back to the begetter,
But if the son fights well, and plunders better,
Like stout Coranus, his old flaking fire
Does a remembrance ju his will delire :
Inquisitive of fights, and longs in vain
To find bim in the number of the Rain :
But still he lives, and rising by the war,
Enjoys his gains, and has enough to spare :
For 'tis a noble general's prudent part
To cherish valour, and reward desert:
Let him be daub'd with lace, live high, and wliore;
Sometishes be lousy, but be never poor,





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