Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Hell.
Is not my Fortune at my own Command?
Pour Oyl, and pour it with a plenteous Hand
Upon my Sallads, Boy: shall I be fed
With sodden Nettles, and a sing'd Sow's Head?
'Tis Holiday: provide me better Cheer:
'Tis Holiday: and shall be round the Year.
Shall I my Houshold Gods and Genius cheat,
To make him rich, who grudges me my Meat?
That he may loll at ease, and pamper'd high,
When I am laid, may feed on Giblet Pye?
And when his throbbing Lust extends the Vein,
Have wherewithal his Whores to entertain?
Shall I be starv'd to Skin and Bone, that He
A Paunch in Triumph may before him see?—
Pour Oyl, and pour it with a plenteous Hand
Upon my Sallads, Boy: shall I be fed
With sodden Nettles, and a sing'd Sow's Head?
'Tis Holiday: provide me better Cheer:
'Tis Holiday: and shall be round the Year.
Shall I my Houshold Gods and Genius cheat,
To make him rich, who grudges me my Meat?
That he may loll at ease, and pamper'd high,
When I am laid, may feed on Giblet Pye?
And when his throbbing Lust extends the Vein,
Have wherewithal his Whores to entertain?
Shall I be starv'd to Skin and Bone, that He
A Paunch in Triumph may before him see?—
When Nature's Wants require, I will be free,
Nor care what my bold Heir will think of me:
I'll use my little Heap, tho' He be griev'd,
Because I leave no more than I receiv'd.—
Nor care what my bold Heir will think of me:
I'll use my little Heap, tho' He be griev'd,
Because I leave no more than I receiv'd.—
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