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Pray justly, to be heard : nor more desire Than what the decencies of life require. Learn what thou ow'st thy country, and thy friend; What 's requisite to spare, and what to spend : Learn this; and after, envy not the store Of the greas'd advocate, that grinds the poor : Fat fees from the defended Umbrian draws; And only gains the wealthy client's cause. To whom the Marfians more provision send, Than he and all his family can spend. Gammons, that give a relish to the taste, And potted fowl, and fish, come in fo fast, That ere the first is out, the second stinks : And mouldy mother gathers on the drinks. But, here, some captain of the land or fieet, Stout of his hands, but of a soldier's wit; Cries, I liave sense to serve my turn, in store; And he 's a rascal who pretends to more. Dammee, what-e'er those book-learn'd blockheacis say, Solon 's the veryeft fool in all the play. Top-heavy drones, and always looking down, (As over-ballasted within the crown!) Muttering betwixt their lips fome mystic thing, Which, well examin’d, is fiat conjuring, Meer madmen's dreams : for wliat the schools have :)

taught, Is only this, that nothing can be brought From nothing; and, what is, can ne'er be turn'd to nought,


Is it for this they study ?. to grow pale,
And miss the pleasures of a glorious meal ?

this, in rags accouter'd, are they seen, And made the may-game of the public spleen?

Proceed, my friend, and rail ; but hear me tell A story, which is just thy parallel. A spark, like thee, of the man-killing trade, Fell fick, and thus to his physician said : Methinks I am not right in every part; I feel a kind of trembling at my heart : My pulse unequal, and my breath is strong; Besides a filthy fur upon my tongue. The doctor heard him, exercis'd his skill : And, after, bid him for four days be fill. Three days he took good couníel, and began To mend, and look like a recovering man: The fourth, he could not hold from drink; but fends His boy to one of his old trusty friends : Adjuring him, by all the powers divine, To pity his distress, who could not dine Without a flaggon of his healing wine. He drinks a swilling draught ; and, lin’d within, Will supple in the bath his outward skin : Whom should he find but his physician there, Who, wisely, bade him once agiin beware.

look wan, you hardly draw your breathi Drinking is dangerous, and the bath is death. 'Tis nothing, says the fool: but, says the friend, This nothing, Sir, will bring you to your end,



Sir, you


Do I not see your dropsy belly swell?
Your yellow fin ?-No more of that ; I'm well.
I have already bury'd two or three
That stood betwixt a fair estate and me,
And, doctor, I may live to bury thee.
Thou tell'ft me, I look ill; and thou look'it worse.
I've done, says the physician; take your course.
The laughing fot, like all unthinking men,
Bathes and gets drunk; then bathes and drinks again:
His throat half throttled with corrupted phlegm,
And breathing through his jaws a belching steam:
Amidst his cups with fainting skivering seiz'd,
His limbs disjointed, and all o'er diseas’d,
His hand refuses to fuftain 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 ftretch'd out, and pointing to the gate :
And laves, now manumiz'd, on their dead master

They hoist him on the bier, and deal the dole::
And there's an end of a luxurious fool.
But what 's thy fulsome parable to me?
My body is from all diseases free :
My temperate pulse does regularly beat;
Feel, and be satisfy’d, my hands and feet ::
These are not cold, nor these oppreit with heat.






Or lay thy hand upon my naked heart,
And thou shalt find me hale in every part.

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

Some coarse cold sallad is before thee fet;
Bread with the bran, perhaps, and broken meat;
Fall on, and try thy appetite to eat.
These are rot dishes for thy dainty tooth:
What, halt 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 th' unequal temper of thy mind;
Thy passions in extremes, and unconfin’d:
Thy hair fo bristles with umanly fears,
As fields of corn, that rise in bearded ears.
And, when thy cheeks with flushing fury glow,

rage of boiling caldrons is more. Now ;
When fed with fuel and with flames below.
With foam upon thy lips and sparkling eyes,
Thou say'ft, 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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ARGU Μ Ε Ν Τ. OUR author has made two satires concerning study;

the first and the third : the first related to men ; this to young students, whom he desired to be educated in the stoick philosophy: he himself sustains the person of the master, or præceptor, in this admirable fatire; where he upbraids the youth of Noth, and negligence in learning. Yet he begins with one scholar reproaching his fellow-students with late rising to their books. After which he takes upon him the other part of the teacher. And addresling himself particularly to young noblemen, tells them, that by reason of their high birth, and the great possessions of their fathers, they are careless of adorning their minds with precepts of moral philosophy: and withal, inculcates to them the miseries which will attend them in the whole course of their life, if they do not apply themselves betimes to the knowledge of virtue, and the end of

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