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Cur alter fratrum ceffare, et ludere, et ungi Præferat Herodis palmetis pinguibus; alter Dives et importunus, ad umbram lucis ab ortu Silveftrem flammis et ferro mitiget agrum: Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat astrum: NATURE DEUS HUMANE, mortalis in unumQuodque caput, vultu mutabilis, albus, et ater. Utar, et ex modico, quantum res pofcet, acervo Tollam: nec metuam, quid de me judicet hæres,
VER 273. All Townsbend's Turnips,] Lord Townshend, Secretary of State to George the First and Second.-When this great Statesman retired from buiiness, he amused himself in Husbandry ; and was particularly fond of that kind of rural improvement which arifes from Turnips; it was the favourite fubject of his converfation. WARBURTON.
He is faid to have been flow in his parts, rough in his manners, and impatient of contradiction, but generous and humane at bottom; and of strong, good judgment. WARTON.
VER. 274 like Eu-] Bubb Doddington, afterward Lord Melcombe, whofe curious Diary has difcovered many despicable court-fecrets and mean intrigues. WARTON.
VER. 277. fly, like Oght crpe,] Employed in fe:tling the Colony of Georgia. POPE.
Here are lines that will juftly confer immortality on a man who well deferved fo magnificent an eulogium. He was at once a great hero and a great legiflator. The vigor of his mind and body have feldom been equalled. The vivacity of his genius continued to a great old age. The variety of his adventures, and the very different fcenes in which he had been engaged, makes one regret that his life has never been written. Dr. Johnson once offered to do it, if the General would furnifh the materials. Johnfon had a great regard for him, for he was one of the first perfons that highly, in all companies, praifed his London. His first campaign was made under Prince Eugene, against the Turks; and this great General always fpoke of Oglethorpe in the highest terms,
Talk what you will of Tafte, my friend, you'll
Two of a face, as foon as of a mind.
Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one
Neither he nor Eugene loved Marlborough. He once told me, (for I had the pleafure of knowing him well,) that Eugene, fpeaking of Marlborough, faid, "There is a great difference in making war en maitre, or en avocat". But his fettlement of the Colony in Georgia gave a greater luftre to his character than even his military exploits. WARTON.
VER. 280. That God of Nature, &c.] Here our Poet had an opportunity of illuftrating his own Philofophy; and fo giving a much better fenfe to his Original; and correcting both the Naturalifm and the Fate of Horace, which are covertly conveyed in
"Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum,
Quod non plura datis invenerit. et tamen idem
Ac potius, puer ut feftis Quinquatribus olim,
* Non es avarus: abi. quid? cætera jam fimul isto
VER. 302. In pow'r, wit,] The fix words in the Original, "Viribus, ingenio, fpecie, virtute, loco, re,"
are wonderfully clofe, emphatical, and compact; but I think they could hardly be better expreffed than by our Author. He has not, perhaps, fucceeded fo well in imitating another line below,
"Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, fagas," a line of admirable brevity.
VER. 312. Survey both worlds,] It is obfervable with what sobriety he has corrected the licentiousness of his Original, which made the expectation of another world a part of that fuperftition, he would explode; whereas the Imitator is only for removing the false terors from the world of spirits; fuch as the diablerie of witchcraft and purgatory. WARBURTON.
My heir may figh, and think it want of
f What is't to me, (a passenger God wot,)
"But why all this of Av'rice? I have none." I wish you joy, Sir, of a Tyrant gone; But does no other lord it at this hour, As wild and mad? the Avarice of pow'r? Does neither Rage inflame, nor Fear appall? Not the black fear of death, that faddens all? With terrors round, can Reafon hold her throne, 310 Despise the known, nor tremble at th' unknown? Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire, In fpite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire? Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind, And count each birth-day with a grateful mind? 315