k Tolletis, fabri. lectus genialis in aula eft ? Nil ait effe prius, melius nil coelibe vita: ! Si non eft, jurat bene folis effe maritis. Quo teneam vultus mutantem Protea nodo ? Quid pauper? ride: mutat coenacula, lectos, P Balnea, tonfores; conducto navigio aeque Naufeat, ac locuples quem ducit priva triremis. 9 Si curatus inaequali tonfore capillos Occurro; rides. fi forte fubucula pexae Trita fubeft tunicae, vel fi toga diffidet impar; Rides. quid, mea Cum pugnat fententia fecum • Aeftuat, et vitae difconvenit ordine toto; NOTES. ; VER. 155. They change their weekly Barber, etc.] Thefe fix lines much more fpirited than the Original. In that, the inconftancy of temper in the common people is fati "Away, away! take all your scaffolds down, "For Snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in Town.” At am'rous Flavio is the * ftocken thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. 1 The Fool whose Wife elopes fome thrice a quarter, For matrimonial folace dies a martyr. m Did ever Proteus, Merlin, any witch, Transform themfelves fo ftrangely as the Rich? n } Well, but the " Poor-The Poor have the fame itch; My wig all powder, and all fnuff my band; But when no Prelate's Lawn with hair-fhirt lin❜d, When (each opinion with the next at strife, NOTES. 166 rized only in a fimple exposure of the cafe. Here the tidicule on the folly is heightened by a ridiculous representation of each circumftance that is the object of it. Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis ? ▾ Infanire putas folennia me, neque rides, Nec medici credis, nec curatoris egere A praetore dati; rerum * tutela mearum Cum fis, et prave fectum ftomacheris ob unguem, De te pendentis, te refpicientis amici. 2 Ad fummam, fapiens uno minor eft Jove, dives, с z Liber, honoratus, pulcher, rex denique regum; e Praecipue fanus, nifi cum pituita molesta est. I' plant, root up; 1 build, and then confound; 171 175 Is this my * Guide, Philofopher, and Friend? Rich ev'n when plunder'd, honour'd while opprefs'd; a b Lov'd without youth, and follow'd without pow'r; с e Nay, half in heav'n— except (what's mighty odd) A Fit of Vapours clouds this Demy-God. * H |