The Works of Horace In English Verse By several hands. Collected and Published By Mr. Duncombe. With Notes Historical and Critical |
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The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
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The Works of Horace In English Verse | ||
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The Same EPISTLE Imitated.
[Dellius, of rural Scenes a Lover grown]
By Another Hand.
Dellius
, of rural Scenes a Lover grown,
Salutes his Friend, a Lover of the Town:
Except the Difference Town and Country make,
Who think we disagree, perhaps mistake;
(The Difference much the same as is between
The Egg a Swan produces, and a Hen)
Debating, scribbling, saunt'ring, sitting still,
Studious of Ease, and Brothers of the Quill.
Salutes his Friend, a Lover of the Town:
Except the Difference Town and Country make,
Who think we disagree, perhaps mistake;
(The Difference much the same as is between
The Egg a Swan produces, and a Hen)
Debating, scribbling, saunt'ring, sitting still,
Studious of Ease, and Brothers of the Quill.
London your Choice, I know; but I approve
The mossy Seat, the River and the Grove.
If you should ask how I employ my Hour—
Better than those in Place, or those in Power;
Not plagu'd with Business, nor a Slave to Pelf,
Lord of my Time, and Master of myself.
What have your noisy Streets like this to give?
Or what like this, Newcastle to receive?
Cotta, disgrac'd, in Ariconian Vales,
Likes, I am told, the Neighbourhood of Wales;
Sick of Parade, Attendance and Resort,
Flies, and exhales the Surfeit of a Court.
The mossy Seat, the River and the Grove.
If you should ask how I employ my Hour—
Better than those in Place, or those in Power;
Not plagu'd with Business, nor a Slave to Pelf,
Lord of my Time, and Master of myself.
What have your noisy Streets like this to give?
Or what like this, Newcastle to receive?
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Likes, I am told, the Neighbourhood of Wales;
Sick of Parade, Attendance and Resort,
Flies, and exhales the Surfeit of a Court.
You want a Ground-plot for some new Design!
Consult the Oracle at Nature's Shrine,
‘Build in the Country,’ says the Voice divine.
Consult the Oracle at Nature's Shrine,
‘Build in the Country,’ says the Voice divine.
Is there, where Winters purer Joys inspire,
Morn's wholesome Frost, and Evening's smokeless Fire?
Is there, where Summer's more refreshing Gales
Fan the scorch'd Hills, and chear the drooping Vales?
Where Discontent a rarer Guest is seen,
Or Sleep less broken by intruding Spleen?
Morn's wholesome Frost, and Evening's smokeless Fire?
Is there, where Summer's more refreshing Gales
Fan the scorch'd Hills, and chear the drooping Vales?
Where Discontent a rarer Guest is seen,
Or Sleep less broken by intruding Spleen?
What is that Marble Portal to this Bower,
Array'd in Green, or pearl'd by every Shower?
Or what the Stream which Pipes and Conduits yield,
To the bright Rill that trickles through my Field?
Array'd in Green, or pearl'd by every Shower?
Or what the Stream which Pipes and Conduits yield,
To the bright Rill that trickles through my Field?
Copying, ye own your Wants; the Case is clear;
In Town ye humbly mimic what is here.
Look at St. James's or on Grosvenor-Square;
Behold our Walks, our Trees, and our Parterre!
Tell me, why Sheffield's House so pleasant stands?
Because a Length of Country it commands.
In Town ye humbly mimic what is here.
Look at St. James's or on Grosvenor-Square;
Behold our Walks, our Trees, and our Parterre!
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Because a Length of Country it commands.
Nature, though of her Tone by Force bereft,
Returns elastic to the Point she left;
Spite of Distortion she appears the same,
And from the Bend recovers like the Palm.
Returns elastic to the Point she left;
Spite of Distortion she appears the same,
And from the Bend recovers like the Palm.
Not she, who, gull'd by Want of Taste, or Care,
Buys the resembling Delf for China Ware,
Nor they who to a City Vault resort,
And are, instead of Claret, dup'd with Port,
Will half so dearly the Deception rue,
As they who take false Blessings for the true.
Buys the resembling Delf for China Ware,
Nor they who to a City Vault resort,
And are, instead of Claret, dup'd with Port,
Will half so dearly the Deception rue,
As they who take false Blessings for the true.
Who launch too far on Fortune's peaceful Lake,
The Tempest of Adversity will shake.
'Tis hard to part with what allures the Eyes,
And the Hand pauses, ere it drops the Prize.
The Tempest of Adversity will shake.
'Tis hard to part with what allures the Eyes,
And the Hand pauses, ere it drops the Prize.
Fly then betimes, with unambitious Wings,
To the still Vale, where Peace eternal springs,
Leave Anguish to the Great, and Cares to Kings!
To the still Vale, where Peace eternal springs,
Leave Anguish to the Great, and Cares to Kings!
The British Monarch, by the Picts dismay'd,
Call'd in the warlike Saxon to his Aid.
His good Ally to Conquest led the Way,
But took the whole Dominion for his Pay:
The Stranger, wanton in his new Abode,
Soon on the Neck of Vassal Nobles trod,
And lifted high the Hand, and exercis'd the Rod.
Call'd in the warlike Saxon to his Aid.
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But took the whole Dominion for his Pay:
The Stranger, wanton in his new Abode,
Soon on the Neck of Vassal Nobles trod,
And lifted high the Hand, and exercis'd the Rod.
Thus, if my Friend should for Preferment trade,
And sell his Liberty, of Want afraid;
The meagre Monster is no more I own,
But a more lordly Tyrant mounts the Throne;
And who a Treasure by Dependence gains,
I wish him well and long to wear his Chains.
And sell his Liberty, of Want afraid;
The meagre Monster is no more I own,
But a more lordly Tyrant mounts the Throne;
And who a Treasure by Dependence gains,
I wish him well and long to wear his Chains.
'Tis known that Shoes (just such is an Estate)
Pinch, or supplant, too little, or too great.
Pinch, or supplant, too little, or too great.
If wise, you'll be content, though short of Wealth,
With the rich Gifts of Competence and Health:
Despise not then the Happiness they bring,
For virtuous Freedom is a sacred Thing.
And when you see me break the Rule laid down,
And on some Courtier fawning in the Town,
Give to your Indignation full Career,
Nor spare your Friend, but justly be severe.
With the rich Gifts of Competence and Health:
Despise not then the Happiness they bring,
For virtuous Freedom is a sacred Thing.
And when you see me break the Rule laid down,
And on some Courtier fawning in the Town,
Give to your Indignation full Career,
Nor spare your Friend, but justly be severe.
The Works of Horace In English Verse | ||