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That You may rife diftinguish'd in the Pit,

And view the weeping Scenes that Pupius writ.
But is He not a Friend of nobler Kind,
Who wifely fafhions, and informs thy Mind,
To answer, with a Soul erect and brave,
To Fortune's Pride, and fcorn to be her Slave?
But should the People ask me, while I use
The public Converse, wherefore 1 refuse
To join the public Judgement, and approve,
Or fly whatever they diflike, or love;
Mine be the Anfwer prudent Reynard made
To the fick Lion-Truly I'm afraid,
When I behold the Steps, that to thy Den
Look forward all, but none return again.

But what a many-headed Beaft is Rome?
For what Opinion fhall I chufe, or whom?
Some joy the public Revenues to farm ;
By Presents fome the ravening Widow charm;
Others their Nets for dying Dotards lay,
And make the childlefs Batchelor their Prey;

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75. Bellua multorum eft capitum.] The Poet hath already fhewn the Danger of imitating the People; he now afferts that it is equal Folly, because their Inconftancy perpetually hurries them from the Pursuit of one Object to another. He no longer addreffes himself to the People, from whence, through a Careleffness of Attention, the common Editions read Bellua es. BENT. CUN.

76. Conducere publica.] We must understand vectigalia or tributa. Itis amazing to examine the public Revenues of the Roman Empire; we are foon loft in the Account, and know not what to believe. They, who have made the most exact Computations, fhew, that the Capitation of the Gauls alone, fuppofing them fifteen Millions of Men, amounted to an immenfe Sam. Then how can we conceive the Total produced by Rome, Italy, and all the Provinces of her Empire? The Receipt of these Revenues was farmed to Perfons called publicani,

Multis occulto crefcit res fœnore. Verùm

Efto, aliis alios rebus ftudiifque teneri:

Iidem eadem poffunt horam durare probantes ?
Nullus in orbe finus Baiis prælucet amœnis,
Si dixit dives; lacus & mare fentit amorem
Feftinantis heri: cui fi vitiofa libido
Fecerit aufpicium; cras ferramenta Teanum
Tolletis, fabri. Lectus genialis in aulâ est?
Nîl ait effe prius, melius nil cœlibe vitâ :
Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis.
Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo?
Quid pauper ? ride. Mutat cœnacula, lectos,
Balnea, tonfores; conducto navigio æquè
Nauseat ac locuples, ducit quem priva triremis.

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80. Efto, aliis alios, &c] It were of little Confequence, that Mankind differed from each other, if they could agree with themfelves. We might believe they had found the Way to Happiness, if they would always continue in it. But how can they direct us with Certainty, who are not determined themselves?

84. Vitiofa libido fecerit aufpicium.] The vicious and corrupted Paffions of his Heart are of facred, religious Authority to this Man of Wealth. He hath founded a magnificent Palace on the Baian Shore; his Fancy changes, and he orders the Builders to Teanum, a large and populous City of Campania. The Commentators have neglected to remark, that Teanum, in Oppofition to his first Situation, is an inland Town; yet in this Senfe alone the Force and Spirit of the Paffage appear.

86. Lectus genialis in aulâ ] The nuptial Bed was confecrated to Genius, the God of Nature, who prefided over the Birth of Human Kind. It was placed in the Aula, or Atrium, the Hall, where the Statues of the Ancestors of the Family were ranged, and where the Women generally fat to let the Public be Witneffes of their domeftic Industry. Matres-familias veftræ in atriis operantur domorum, induftrias teftificantes fuas. ARNOBIUS.

90. Quid pauper?] It might well feem, that this Inconfiftency, this wandering of Spirit, might be the peculiar Folly of the Rich

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By dark Extortion some their Fortunes raise ;
Thus every Man fome different Paffion fways:
But where is He, who can with steady View
Even for an Hour his favourite Scheme pursue ?
If a rich Lord, in wanton Rapture, cries,
What Place on Earth with charming Baiæ vies!
Soon the broad Lake and spreading Sea shall prove
Th' impatient Whims of his impetuous Love;
But if his Fancy point fome other Way
(Which like a Sign from Heaven he must obey)
Inftant, ye Builders, to Teanum hafte,
An inland Country is his Lordship's Tafte.
Knows he the genial Bed, and fruitful Wife?
"How happy then is an unmarried Life!"
Is he a Batchelor? the only blest,

He fwears, are of the bridal Joy poffeft.

Say, while he changes thus, what Chains can bind
These various Forms; this Proteus of the Mind?
But now to lower Objects turn your Eyes,

And lo! what Scenes of Ridicule arife.
The Poor, in mimickry of Heart, prefumes

To change his Barbers, Baths, and Beds and Rooms,
And, fince the Rich in their own Barges ride,

He hires a Boat and pukes in mimic Pride.

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But it is the Folly of human Nature, to which the Poor are equally liable, although they are guilty of it only in Miniature. The wealthier People of Rome indulged to fuch exceffive Luxury, that they had Apartments, not only for every Seafon, but for every Month, in the Year; and in Juvenals's Time they had lighter or heavier Rings for Summer and Winter.

The French Commentators, perhaps, with too much Refinement, imagine, that Horace fpeaks of himself in the Perfon of the Poor, though it must be confeffed, that this kind of Inconftancy was Part of his Character.

Si curatus inæquali tonfore capillos

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Occurro, rides fi fortè fubuçula pexæ

Trita fubeft tunicæ, vel fi toga diffidet impar;

Rides. Quid? meá quùm pugnat fententia fecum ;
Quod petiit, fpernit; repetit quod nuper omifit;
Æftuat, ac vitæ difconvenit ordine toto;
Diruit, ædificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ?
Infanire putas folemnia me, neque rides,
Nec medici credis, neque curatoris egere
A prætore dati: rerum tutela mearum
Quùm fis, & pravè fectum ftomacheris ob anguem
De te pendentis, te refpicientis amici.

Ad fummam, fapiens uno minor eft Jove, dives,
Liber, honoratus, pulcher, rex denique regum ;
Præcipuè fanus, nifi quùm pituita molesta est.

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93. Curatus.] This is the Reading of all the Manufcripts. The Romans ufed curare capillos, for tondere, fecare; Cura and curatio capillorum for capillorum fectio and tonfura. Curtatus, which hath been received by very many Editors, is entirely useless, and can by no means agree with the Poet's Thought. He is not ridiculous because the Barber hath cut his Hair too fhort, but because he hath cut it unequally, inæqulis tonfor. BENT. CUN. SAN.

96. Mea quùm pugnat fententia fecum.] Horace, with equal Address and Pleasantry, by fuppofing himself guilty of all thefe Extravangancies, reproaches Mecenas, for carelessly fuffering his Vices, though he be offended with inconfiderable Faults. Thus he teaches us an important Point of Morals, that we fhould bear the Frailties of our Friends, but oppose their Vices. These Reproaches are foftened by the utmoft Tenderness, while he reprefents Mæcenas, as his Guardian and Protector, on whom his Fortune and Happiness depend; on whom he looks with Awe and Reverence, as the Eyes of a Servant wait upon his Mafter, whofe Orders he is always ready to obey: Such is the Force of refpicientis amici. DAC. SAN.

105. Ad fummam.] Our Poet here returns to his Subject, and undeceives his Readers, who by fo many Stoical Precepts might well believe him a perfect Stoic. He turns their wifeft Maxims into Ridicule, and manages his Raillery with so much Art, as that it does not appear until the laft Line.

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If fome unlucky Barber notch my Hair,
Or if my Robes of different Length I wear ;
If my new Veft a tatter'd Shirt confefs,
You laugh to fee fuch Quarrels in my Dress:
But if my Judgement, with itself at Strife,
Should contradict my general Course of Life ;
Should now defpife, what it with Warmth purfu'd,
And earnest wish for what with Scorn it view'd;
Float like the Tide; now high the Building raise ;
Now pull it down; nor round, nor fquare can please ;
You call it Madness of the ufual Kind,

Nor laugh, nor think Trustees should be affign'd
To manage my Eftate; nor feen afraid
That I fhall want the kind Physician's Aid,
While yet, my great Protector and my Friend,
On whom my Fortune, and my Hopes depend,
An ill-par'd Nail you with Resentment fee
In one, who loves and honours You like me.

In fhort, the Wife is only less than Jove,
Rich, free, and handfome; nay a King above
All earthly Kings; with Health fupremely bleft
Except when driveling Phlegm difturbs his Reft.

107. Quùm pituita.] This Ridicule will appear in a ftronger Light by reading a Paffage of Epictetus, which hath been preferved to us by Arrian. Can there be a Providence, cries an Epicurean, or could it fuffer this continual Defluxion to torment me thus? Slave as thou art, fays Epicurus, why are you formed with Hands? Were they not given you to wipe your Nofe? Yes; but were it not better, anfwers the Difciple, that there was no fuch Thing as Phlegm in the World? And is it not better, replies Epicurus, to wipe your Nofe, than deny the Being of Providence?

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