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s Soon as I enter at my country door,
My mind refumes the thread it dropt before ;
I ask these fober queftions of my heart.
If, when the more you drink, the more you crave, You tell the Doctor; when the more you have,
The more you want, why not with equal cafe
The heart refolves this matter in a trice,
▾ When golden Angels ceafe to cure the Evil,
You give all royal Witchcraft to the Devil:
When fervile Chaplains cry, that birth and place 220
A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit,
VER. 220. When fervile Chaplains cry,] Dr. Ken-t.
VER. 229. lov'd fixpence,] Avarice, and the contempt of it, is well expressed in these words.
* Si proprium eft, quod quis libra mercatus et aere
Quaedam (fi credis confultis) mancipat usus :
* das nummos; accipis uvam,
y Emtor Aricini quondam, Veientis et arvi,
2 Sit proprium quidquam, puncto quod mobilis horae, Nunc prece, nunc pretio, nunc vi, nunc morte fu
Permutet dominos, et cedat in altera jura.
Sic, quia perpetuus nulli datur ufus, et haeres Haeredem alterius, velut unda fupervenit undam:
VER. 232. delightful Abs-court] A farm over-against Hampton-Court.
VER. 248. hang in Fortune's poru'r, Loofe on the point
w If there be truth in Law, and Ufe can give 230 A Property, that's yours on which you live. Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford
Their fruits to you, confeffes you its lord:
All Worldly's hens, nay partridge, fold to town,
y Heathcote himfelf, and fuch large-acred men, 240 Lords of fat E'fham, or of Lincoln fen,
Buy every stick of wood that lends them heat,
Buy every Pullet they afford to eat.
Yet these are Wights, who fondly call their own
Half that the Dev'l o'erlooks from Lincoln town. 245 The Laws of God, as well as of the land,
Abhor, a perpetuity fhould ftand:
Eftates have wings, and hang in Fortune's pow'r
of ev'ry wav'ring hour.] A modern idea (the magnetic. needle) here supplied the Imitator with expreffion much fuperior to his Original.
* N 4
Quid vici profunt, aut horrea? quidve Calabris
Saltibus adjecti Lucani; fi metit Orcus.
Grandia cum parvis, non exorabilis auro?
• Gemmas, marmor, ebur, Tyrrhena figilla, ta
Argentum, veftes Gaetulo murice tinctas,
Sunt qui non habeant; eft qui non curat habere.
b Cur alter fratrum ceffare, et ludere, et ungi
Praeferat Herodis palmetis pinguibus; alter
Dives et importunus, ad umbram lucis ab ortu
Silveftrem flammis et ferro mitiget agrum :
VER. 273 All Townshend's Turnips.] Lord Townfhend, Secretary of State to George the First and Second.
When this great Statesman retired from business, he amufed
All vaft poffeffions (juft the fame the cafe
Whether you call them Villa, Park, or Chace) 255
And trees, and ftones, and farms, and farmer fall.
* Gold, Silver, Iv'ry, Vafes fculptur'd high, Paint, Marble, Gems, and robes of Perfian dye, 265 There are who have not-and thank heav'n there are, Who, if they have not, think not worth their care. b Talk what you will of Tafte, my friend, you'll find,
Two of a face, as foon as of a mind.
Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one
Plows, burns, manures, and toils from fun to fun; The other flights, for women, fports, and wines,
All Townshend's Turnips, and all Grovenor's mines:
Why one like Bu-with pay and fcorn content,
Bows and votes on, in Court and Parliament ; 275
himself in Husbandry; and was particularly fond of that kind of rural improvement which arifes from Turnips ; it was the favourite subject of his conversation.