My heir may figh, and think it want of
grace
A man so poor would live without a place:
But fure no ftatute in his favour fays,
How free, or frugal, I fhall pafs my days:
I, who at fome times fpend, at others spare,
Divided between careleffness and care.
'Tis one thing madly to difperfe my ftore;
Another, not to heed to treasure more;
Glad, like a Boy, to fnatch the first good day,
And pleas'd, if fordid Want be far away.

' What is't to me, (a paflenger God wot,)
Whether my veffel be first rate or not?
The Ship itself may make a better figure,
But I that fail, am neither lefs nor bigger,
I neither strut with ev'ry fav'ring breath,
Nor ftrive with all the tempeft in my teeth.
In pow'r, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd
Behind the foremost, and before the last.

"But why all this of Av'rice? I have none."
I wish you joy, Sir, of a Tyrant gone;
3°5
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 Reason hold her throne, 310-
Defpife the known, nor tremble at th' unknown?
Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire,

In spite 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

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Lenior et melior fis accedente fenecta?

Quid te exempta levat fpinis de pluribus una?
h Vivere fi recte nefcis, decede peritis.
Lufifti fatis, edifti fatis, atque bibisti:
Tempus abire tibi eft: ne potum largius æquo
Rideat, et pulfet lafciva decentius ætas.

Has life no fourness, drawn so near its end?
Can't thou endure a foe, forgive a friend?
Has age but melted the rough parts away,
As winter-fruits grow mild ere they decay?
Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done,
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one? 321
h Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, and drank your
fill:

Walk fober off; before a sprightlier age

Comes titt'ring on, and fhoves you from the ftage: Leave fuch to trifle with more grace and ease, 326 Whom Folly pleases, and whofe Follies please*.

NOTES.

VER. 326. Leave fuch to trifle] It, perhaps, might have been better to have omitted these two laft lines: the fecond of which has a quaint and modern turn; and the humour confifts in being driven off the stage, potum largius aquo. The word lufifti in the Original, is used in a loose and naughty fenfe, fays Upton. A, alfo 1. 4. 13. Od. and in Propertius,

"

populus lufit Eri&honius.”

WARTON.

THE

SATIRES

OF

DR. JOHN DONNE,

DEAN OF ST. PAUL'S,

VERSIFIED.

Quid vetat et nofmet Lucili fcripta legentes
Quærere, num illius, num rerum dura negârit
Verficulos natura magis factos, et euntes
Mollius?

HOR.