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OUR author has made two fatires 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 satire ; 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 addressing 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 their creation, which he pathetically insinuates to thein. The title of this fatire, in some ancient manuscripts, was “ The Reproach of Idlenels;" though in others of the scholiafts it is inscribed, Against the Luxury and Vices of the Rich." In both of which the intention of the poet is pursued ; but principally in the former.

[1 remember I translated this satire, when I was a

King's scholar at Westminster-School, for a Thurfday-night's exercise; and believe that it, and many other of my exercises of this nature, in English verse, . are Itill in the hands of my learned master, the reverend Doctor Bulby.);

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S this thy daily course? The glaring sun

Breaks in at every chink: the cattle run To liades, and noon-tide

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of summer-lhun, Yet plung'd in floth we lie; and snore supine, As fill'd with fumes of indigested wine.

This grave advice some sober student bears ; And loudly rings it in his fellow's ears. The yawning youth, scarce half awake, essays His lazy limbs and dozy head to raise : Then rubs his guinmy eyes, and scrubs his pate; And cries, I thought it had not been so late : My cloaths make halte: why then! if none be near, He mutters first, and then begins to swear : And brays aloud, with a more clamorous note, Than an Arcadian ass can stretch his throat.

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With much ado, his book before him laid, And parchment with the smoother side display'd; He takes the papers; lays them down again ; And, with unwilling fingers, tries the pen : Some peevith quarrel streight he strives to pick; His quill writes double, or his ink's too thick; Infuse more water ; now 'tis grown so thin It finks, nor can the characters be seen.

O wretch, and still more wretched every day!
Are mortals born to sleep their lives away?
Go back to what thy infancy began,
Thou who wert never meant to be a man :
Eat pap and spoon-meat; for thy gewgaws cry:
Be sullen, and refuse the lullaby.
No more accuse thy pen : but charge the crime
On native sloth, and negligence of time.
Think'st thou thy master, or thy friends, to cheat?
Fool, 'tis thyself, and that 's a worse deceit.
Beware the public laughter of the town;
Thou spring'st a leak already in thy crown,
A flaw is in thy ill bak'd vessel found;
'Tis hollow, and returns a jarring sound.

Yet, thy moist clay is pliant to command;
Unwrought, and easy to the potter's hand :
Now take the mold; now bend thy mind to feel
The first sharp motions of the forming wheel.

But thou hast land; a country-seat, secure
By a just title ; costly furniture ;
A fuming-pan thy Lares to appease :
What need of learning, when a man's at ease?

If this be not enough to swell thy soul,
Then please thy pride, and search the herald's roll,
Where thou shalt find thy famous pedigree
Drawn from the root of some old Tuscan tree;
And thou, a thousand off, a fool of long degree.
Who, clad in purple, canft thy censor greet;
And, loudly, call him cousin, in the street.

Such pageantry be to the people shown :
There boast they horse's trappings, and thy own :
I know thee to thy bottom ; from within
Thy shallow center, to the utmost skin :
Dost thou not blush to live so like a beatt,
So trim, so diffolute, fo loosely drest ?

But 'tis in vain : the wretch is drench’d too deep;
His soul is stupid, and his heart asleep;
Fatten’d in vice ; so callous, and so gross,
He sins, and sees not; senseless of his lofs.
Down goes the wretch at once, unskill’d to swim,
Hopeless to bubble up, and reach the water's brim.

Great Father of the Gods, when, for our crimes,
Thou send'st some heavy judgment on the times ;
Some tyrant-king, the terror of his age,
The type, and true vicegerent of thy rage;
Thus punish him : set virtue in his fight,
With all her charms adorn’d, with all her graces

bright: But set her distant, make him pale to fee His gains outweigh'd by loft felicity!

Sicilian tortures, and the brazen bull, Are emblems, rather than express the full

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Of what he feels : yet what he fears is more :
The wretch, who sitting at his plenteous board,
Look'd up, and view'd on high the pointed sword
Hang o'er his head, and hanging by a twine,
Did with less dread, and more securely dine
Ev'n in his sleep he starts, and fears the knife,
And, trembling, in his arms takes his accomplice wife;
Down, down, he goes; and from his darling friend
Conceals the woes his guilty dreams portend.

When I was young, I, like a lazy fool,
Would blear my eyes with oil, to stay from school :
Averse from pains, and loath to learn the part
Of Cato, dying with a dauntless heart :
Though much my master, that stern virtue prais'],
Which o'er the vanquisher the vanquish'd rais'd:
And my pleas'd father came, with pride, see
His boy defend the Roman liberty.

But then my study was to cog the dice,
And dextrously to throw the lucky sice :
To Thun ames-ace, that swept my stakes

away ;
And watch the box, for fear they should convey
False bones, and put upon me in the play.
Careful, besides, the whirling top to whip,
And drive her giddy, till the fell asleep.

Tky years are ripe, nor art thou yet to learn
What's good or ill, and both their ends discern :
Thou in the stoick-porch, severely bred,
Haft heard the dogmas of great Zeno read :
There on the walls, by Polygnotus’ hand,
The conquerid Medians in trunk-breeches stand.

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