Sir Job fail'd forth, the evening bright and still, Slopes at its foot, the woods its fides embrace, 140 Which guides all those who know not what they mean, That very night he longs to lie alone. I The Fool, whofe Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter, Did ever m Proteus, Merlin, any witch, Transform themselves fo ftrangely as the Rich? Discharge g Nullus in orbe finus Baiis praelucet amoenis, m Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo? CABO n Discharge their Garrets, move their beds, and run 160 q You laugh, half Beau, half Sloven if I stand, My wig all powder, and all snuff my band; You laugh, if coat and breeches ftrangely vary, White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary! But when no Prelate's Lawn with hair-fhirt lin'd, 165 Is half fo incoherent as my Mind, When (each opinion with the next at strife, One s ebb and flow of Follies all my life) It plant, root up; I build, and then confound; Balnea, P tonfores; conducto navigio aeque Naufeat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis. q Si curatus inaequali tonfore capillos Occurro ; rides. fi forte fubucula pexae Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar; Careless Carelefs how ill I with myself agree, Kind to my dress, my figure, not to Me. X Is this my x Guide, Philosopher, and Friend? 175 180 This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend; A praetore dati; rerum x tutela mearum Ad fummam, fapiens uno minor eft Jove, dives, b Liber, z honoratus, a pulcher, d rex denique regum; Praecipue fanus, nifi cum pituita molesta est. BOOK BOOK I. EPISTLE VI. TO MR. MURRAY. THIS Piece is the most finished of all his imitations, and executed in the high manner the Italian Painters call Con Amore. By which they mean, the exertion of that principle, which puts the faculties on the ftretch, and produces the fupreme degree of excellence. For the Poet had all the warmth of affection for the great Lawyer to whom it is addreffed: and, indeed, no man ever more deferved to have a Poet for his Friend. In the obtaining of which, as neither Vanity, Party, nor Fear, had any share: fo he supported his title to it by all the offices of true Friendship. N OT to admire, is all the Art I know, To make men happy, and to keep them fo." (Plain Truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flowers of fpeech, So take it in the very words of Creech.) b This Vault of Air, this congregated Ball, Self-center'd Sun, and Stars that rise and fall, There N EPISTOLA VI. IL admirari, prope res eft una, Numici, Solaque quae poffit facere et fervare beatum. b Hunc folem, et ftellas, et decedentia certis There are, my Friend! whose philofophic eyes Admire we then what d Earth's low entrails hold, All the mad trade of e Fools and Slaves for Gold? The Mob's applaufes, or the gifts of Kings? h If weak the pleasure that from these can spring, Whether we i joy or grieve, the fame the curse, Th' unbalanc'd Mind, and fnatch the Man away; Tempora momentis, funt qui formidine nulla 10 15 20 25 For i Gaudeat, an doleat; cupiat metuatne; quid ad rem, |